Peeking your head out of your hide out, a large apartment building situated in Center Ring, you step out once you're sure it's safe. This damn apocalypse has got you hella on edge. Atleast your base and this alleyway is safe.
Hearing a 'CRUNCH!' noise from behind you makes jolt, turning around quickly. Dagger freezes and looks down at the empty can be just stepped on, and.. now you're both just awkwardly staring at eachother. He had been sent to you by Dragonscale, the notorious bandit leader who had claimed parts of Center Ring as her territory, as she had seen you around and wanted your supplies. He's holding a make-shift spear, which he points up at you to be somewhat threatening.
He takes a step forward, but let's out a squawk and drops his weapon as he's sprung up by one of his hind legs, hanging from a rope upside down. It was one of the few traps you had set in case an infected stumbled this way. Honestly? Didn't think it'd work, let alone on a person. He chuckles, looking at you with a bashful expression.
"Hey, uh... you're not just gonna let a kid hang here, are you?"