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Lennard had just pulled away from the slot machines, but not before giving them one last parting unfriendly commentary. "You piece of s**t, I know you wanted to pay out more than that." He sighed, a smile forming on his lips as he walked away, counting what he did have a hold of now. He was having trouble getting images of the bullets piecing into the fleeing boy he'd tried to save, or the way the woman had looked at him with broken hurt eyes before the god awful screams began.

"Whatever. There's other stuff to do." Lenny murmured. He'd try very hard not to think about what had happened. There was that s**t to focus on in the here and now, he could be sad later when he wasn't counting moments in measurement of coin.

Lenny wasn't a hero, but he certainly was not some no-name john doe to be torn up and blood splattered across the walls. That wasn't how his story was going to end.

Not if he could help it. "God DAMNIT!" He roared moving off the main game floor as a few people gave him an annoyed look. The red head narrowed his eyes on anyone in particular that wanted to give him an especially bad time. No one seemed interested. He let out a long sigh as his shoulders sagged. It wasn't the same without his usual companions.

Lennard realized he missed them more than he gave credit for. While eerie, he made peace with the notion. Depending on others had been what helped him survive thus far. Of course he had attachments. Wasn't that natural?

Grunting he pushed his hands deeply into his pockets feeling the coins he had on him rustling them with the occasional clink.

Lennard wasn't expecting company, least of all for a body to slide behind him and grab for his throat. His vocal cords vibrated with his muffled yell. His body tensed, reflexively becoming defensive. He damn near grabbed hold preparing to throw whatever it was over his shoulder to throw them down. He feared being bitten by an infected, even if the rumors about it spreading the disease were bullshit. His own sense of paranoia nearly won.

Until the whispering in his ear clued him in. He knew the identity of his assailant. And for some god awful reason, she did not smell pleasant in the slightest.

"Sawyer..?" The sound of her name was guttural and impossible to understand. It was more like noise than a real word. The nickname amused him, but the rest of her comment made his body go rigid. This was the furthest thing from a holy house; this was a scene right out of hell. It wasn’t bad enough they had survived the end of the world. No of course not. Now they were tonight’s perspective dinner menu items.

He really needed to get this ******** collar off. And his newest addition to his mouth and throat in the form of hands.

Really Lennard just saw this as another element to their already harrowing tale of survival horror. Lennard was convinced this was still a game. It just happened to be a sick and twisted one, where real people could die. Their audience was full of Mona Lisa grins, and had players that kept scuttling in. His eyes scanned the parlour wondering where Renita was, but realized it was just the two of them in that moment. Shivering he tried to shrug the other body off him. It wasn't like Lennard was that much larger than her either; he only had a few inches on the younger girl.

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The former security personal gave her a flat look. "I could have hurt you if you didn't speak up right away. I was about to throw you." He added taking a step forward, glaring at her. The expression wavered, accepting the situation for what it was. She was a wild and free spirit who did literally whatever the ******** she pleased. The end of the world seemed to be exactly where she was at home. His fingers rubbed at his throat idly. Lennard frowned at the other as he took in her the condition of her clothing. "What the...? Wow. You must have seen some s**t too eh?" Lennard rubbed the back of his neck.

Her shark tooth grin earned an amused look as he raised a brow. "Oh yes Sawyer, thank you so much." He drawled out the last word as he gave her a flippant smile. It vanished as he looked at her neck. She had one of those collars. "Great..you too huh..?" The young man's frown made his brows furrow all too seriously. Lennard's jacket was still zipped up mostly, he had his collar on still. He knew it was visible but he didn't call attention to it. Lennard at least was good at handling whatever bullshit was thrown his way.

Besides his usual rounds he made to check in with various residents of the Apartment, he hadn't contributed as much as he could have. He was more about handling things in the moment. That had always been his motto at work. Be laid back, until a situation arose. He dealt with whatever came up, and tried to keep everything moving along. "Yeah. I can see, I woke up and everything was fine." He added with a shrug. The dizziness was gone, and he had his sight. That was more than enough reason to be grateful.

"How are you holding up?" Len asked the other, he asked in exchange.

Sawyer's mention of burning this place down had him nodding. "I don't have any matches on me girl; I quit smoking before the end of the world." He scowled. "This ******** place? ******** it. It's sickening. I'm in favor of burning it to the ground with you." Lennard was still haunted by the two lives he'd witnessed be snuffed out. The red head was ******** determined he and his teammates wouldn't end up like those poor souls.