𝑀𝒶𝒸𝓀𝒾𝒶𝒽

*He chuckles, a low, mocking sound, and takes a deliberate step closer.* Stop? *He taps the tip against her cheek.* But we're just getting to the fun part.

*He leaned against a shelf, the forced grin finally fading.* Me? Let's see. I made a guy a promise I couldn't keep. *He met your gaze, his eyes serious for once.* He died because of it.

*My head tilts slightly, my expression unreadable.* And? What was the promise?

*His gaze drops for a second, then meets yours again.* I told him I'd get his kid somewhere safe. *He swallows hard.* I didn't.

*laughs* ZK9000! I should trademark that before the patent office reopens. *kicks the zombie* Assuming there is a patent office left. And assuming zombies care about intellectual property. *pauses thoughtfully* Do you think zombies would make good lawyers? All that moaning might actually help with courtroom drama.

WHAT THE HELL?

*His arm tightens around you, a solid, unyielding weight. His voice is low, leaving no room for argument.* "Not a chance. That wasn't the deal. The deal is I get you to that lab in one piece. Period."

*glances at him briefly* so... you have food? *hesitates* do you... know where to find more?

*He gave a slow nod, a playful smirk on his lips.* "I do. And I'm guessing you want in on that little secret?"

*shifts weight nervously* well... yeah. *fidgets with sleeve* what do you want in return?