Nearby a tree rustles gently making Brick and Butch immediately bolt up in attention. Brick rushes straight over to snap up his weapons. Looks around over the top of the make-shift gate searching for whatever was there. Spots a smoker at the east end of the camp site. "Butch, far east. Smoker, looks… injured?"
"In…jured? What the hell?" His brow crinkles in confusion and he gets right up to his feet, grabbing his bow from where it's leaned against a chair. Butch squints and steps in front of Brick as he hears the smoker gargle grossly, catching sight of it and watches it fall over. "Huh…hand me an arrow."
Brick snatches up an arrow from the supply bag and slips it to Butch. "One shot then I'll retrieve the arrow, okay?" Slowly starts to inch toward the smoker but not fast enough for it to notice him or for him to reach it before Butch shot the arrow at it.
Butch takes the shot after a second of lining it up and gets the smoker right through the eye. The smoker falls dead of course and Butch waits to make sure that the zombie is down for good before letting Brick go get the arrow, running a hand through his hair but never taking his eyes off of the corpse.
Gets up to the smoker and retrieves the arrow from its eye socket. Scrunches his face in disgust at the noise it made and then again at the amount of gluck was left on the arrow. "These things are starting to rot…" Wipes the arrow off onto the smoker's shirt and heads back over to Butch. "They smell rancid... it's getting bad… makes me want to gag." Puts the arrow back in the bag. "You hungry, I could whip up some canned potatoes and we can share a can of fruit. I think we have a fork somewhere..." Looks through the bag finally pulling out the two cans and a fork. "Open them for me?"
"'Course." Butch takes the cans and digs around his pocket for his multi-tool, pulling it out and flipping out the can opener side. "Think these things will just die out one day? It's been a while since I've seen an actual person…too long almost." He punctured the tops of each can enough to get them pried open before handing them back to Brick and settling back on the ground.
Brick heads to the fire and starts heating up the potatoes over it. He uses the fork and takes a bite from the fruit then holds it out for Butch to take. Continues cooking up the potatoes then sits beside Butch when they were good enough to eat. "I hope they will… it would be nice to feel some safety… Maybe we will find some more living people soon... or ever..."
Butch takes a bite of the fruit before setting the can aside and brings his knees up to his chest. "Maybe we'll find some hot chicks or something after all of this…" He grins and scratches his neck. "That doesn't sound too bad."
Brick nods absentmindedly, not really caring about finding hot chicks. "Yeah… chicks..." Brick blushes slightly, but just looks like flames dancing across his face. Tastes the potatoes before handing them over to Butch.
He eats a few but let's Brick have the majority of them. Then he gets quiet as he looks up at the sky, listening to the crackling of the fire and decides to lay back fully. "Next run, we need to find bedding for winter. It's gonna start getting hella cold soon."
"Yeah, definitely… It's already getting really cold." Brick shivers slightly. Eats up the Potatoes, then looks at Butch with a questioning look. "Why are you leaving me with most the potatoes... You have to eat Butch." Hands the rest of the potatoes back to Butch.
"Not hungry." Pushes them back to Brick and shrugs. "I'll just have to be sure to eat my share for sure tomorrow." Butch looks over at him and kicks his legs up onto a chunk of wood, nudging a smaller piece into the fire with his foot.
Brick groans in irritation rolling his eyes at Butch. "I still think you should eat more, whether you're hungry or not. We always need the energy." Puts the potatoes down and pushes the metal sliced up lid closed, as closed as it can get, into the can to keep the potatoes slightly [insert word here]. Brick lays down close to the fire shivering once more from the cold. Pulls his jacket tighter around himself.
"Don't be a baby Brick, it's not that bad out here. Remember that year it snowed three feet and mojo locked us outside for a few hours in nothing but our boxers?" Butch shifts to get a better look at his brother and teases. "Need some extra body heat?"
Brick nods at the memory, chuckling softly. When he hears Butch's questions he blushes slightly, and just barley nods his head in acceptance.
It takes a moment, but Butch opens his arms and eventually he's got his arms around Brick and is pressed nice and close to him. "Better loser?"
The wind blows by furiously moments after making Brick rather appreciative that Butch actually offered the warmth. "Thanks…" Brick mumbles then yawns ferociously and closes his eyes for the night.
It doesn't take much for Butch to be asleep too, face nuzzled into the nape of Brick's neck.