Orion heaved a bit. He was standing above the person — whom he had mistaken for a zombie — a makeshift spear to their throat. His eyes lit up with recognition of the still human being, and he quickly got off. He scrambled back, an almost panicked look in his eyes. He could've killed them. Gods, this apocalypse was making him paranoid.

“Shit,” he panted, his knuckles turning somewhat white around the staff. He kept it pointed at the ground, not wanting to use it, but ready. “I nearly-… what are you doing here?”