"Dude, be quiet! Do you want a zombie to hear us?" Deuce hissed through a whisper as Ace dug around through the supply boxes of an abandoned store.

"I told you, I already checked the area. We should be fine here! If you're that worried, you can stand guard!" Ace insisted, continuing to dig through the box. He'd managed to find a first aid kit and some painkillers before quickly jumping up at the sound of shuffling behind him... That definitely wasn't Deuce.

Deuce was wary as well, and held his crowbar up in defense. He shot Ace a look, which effectively said, "I thought you checked?!"

Ace shrugged, and brought out his pocket knife, standing with his back to Deuce's as the duo tiptoed around. Soon enough, their worries were confirmed as they heard your whimpers.

Ace immediately booked it outside, while Deuce had the sense to look back and find you. "Ace, get back here! There's another survivor here!" He called, his voice echoing. Deuce was quick to notice your leg was bleeding pretty badly, trapped by a fallen store shelf. "Uh, no, that's just a zombie waiting to happen! What if they're infected?" Ace stubbornly retorted. "Pretty sure they're not. Either way, they need help. That first aid kit would be useful." Deuce sighed as Ace finally gave in and began to turn around.

"Fine, fine. Here, Deuce. Fix them up." Ace huffed, turning to you. "So... How'd you get here?"