Magdalae
Gear
Gear sighed. He didn't see much choice in not coming out. Sure, he could beat most weak zombies, and hide from stronger ones, but he never was the strongest in... anything. Gear vs Other Survivor--Other Survivor would win almost every time. He came out, hands raised, crowbar in one of them. He breathed a mental sigh of relief upon seeing no gun in her hands... "thank god..." Gear looked at Malachi and at Talla. "Look. I can see this is your place... I can just go... Please..." He'd rather leave without them realizing he still had a tiny bit of food. That tiny bit was enough to kill someone for nowadays.
