[ Of course. As soon as they expressed an intent to get the hell out of dodge, along came a fucking spider.
Almost a hundred percent chance that whoever had come knocking was one of their former medical acquaintances; it was too polite, too unassuming. And if they're still listening in on the two of them in here ...
It gives Mace an idea, the sudden spike in adrenaline tempered by it. He sees the way Ian's frozen up, and making firm eye contact, shakes his head once. Left to right, slowly. Puts a finger to his lips and then nods over toward the window, an unspoken direction: get over there, getting to his own feet simultaneously. Knots the towel around his waist and then keeps on talking as if nothing's amiss, because that's the idea — play dumb to get a few more minutes of time. ]
That's a relief. [ He means this, though. Thank god Ian had healed up somewhat; thank god, too, that they hadn't their little visitor when they were both unaware and asleep, no planning time and fresh out of a nightmare. ] Maybe we can stay a little longer.
[ Spoken as he picks up the hammer, the screwdriver, and the book of matches. Hands off the screwdriver to Ian, heading for the window with the hammer ready to start prying apart the nails as quick as he can. Priority is getting Ian out through the window first.
If, that is, the space outside was devoid of zombies. ]
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Almost a hundred percent chance that whoever had come knocking was one of their former medical acquaintances; it was too polite, too unassuming. And if they're still listening in on the two of them in here ...
It gives Mace an idea, the sudden spike in adrenaline tempered by it. He sees the way Ian's frozen up, and making firm eye contact, shakes his head once. Left to right, slowly. Puts a finger to his lips and then nods over toward the window, an unspoken direction: get over there, getting to his own feet simultaneously. Knots the towel around his waist and then keeps on talking as if nothing's amiss, because that's the idea — play dumb to get a few more minutes of time. ]
That's a relief. [ He means this, though. Thank god Ian had healed up somewhat; thank god, too, that they hadn't their little visitor when they were both unaware and asleep, no planning time and fresh out of a nightmare. ] Maybe we can stay a little longer.
[ Spoken as he picks up the hammer, the screwdriver, and the book of matches. Hands off the screwdriver to Ian, heading for the window with the hammer ready to start prying apart the nails as quick as he can. Priority is getting Ian out through the window first.
If, that is, the space outside was devoid of zombies. ]