Hoax
Out of Practice
Jay looked surprised, not excepting the girl to drop her weapon. "I- Okay… Uh, in that case, I suggest we move. The infected will come back eventually, and I don't want to be here when they do. Pick your weapon back up, I trust you. For the moment, anyway." She said, slipping the knife back into it's makeshift sheath on her leg.
Sheath was a bit of an overstatement, as it was really a bunch of fabric scraps tied together crudely so as to hold the knife to her thigh. Just for easier, quicker access. It was a little dangerous, as her thigh itself wasn't really protected by the thin fabric, but Jay didn't really care. Having the occasional nick in her leg she could live with. Dying because she couldn't get to her knife fast enough, not so much.
At the sound of a thud, and yet another unfamiliar voice, Jay turned around yet again. The knife was back in her hands, and her eyes narrowed. Jay raised an eyebrow as she realized the voice had come from one of the dumpsters, and soon found it to be a guy. "Man. Two other survivors in one day… Bizzare…" She muttered under her breath, tightening her hold on the knife in case the new guy was hostile.
Sheath was a bit of an overstatement, as it was really a bunch of fabric scraps tied together crudely so as to hold the knife to her thigh. Just for easier, quicker access. It was a little dangerous, as her thigh itself wasn't really protected by the thin fabric, but Jay didn't really care. Having the occasional nick in her leg she could live with. Dying because she couldn't get to her knife fast enough, not so much.
At the sound of a thud, and yet another unfamiliar voice, Jay turned around yet again. The knife was back in her hands, and her eyes narrowed. Jay raised an eyebrow as she realized the voice had come from one of the dumpsters, and soon found it to be a guy. "Man. Two other survivors in one day… Bizzare…" She muttered under her breath, tightening her hold on the knife in case the new guy was hostile.