Gotham was quiet for once. No crime on the streets. No cars either though. The shambling groans of the undead were the only consistent noise to be heard on the once busy roads. Bane continued to search through the store in the hopes of finding more supplies to keep him going. Help wasn't on the way, after all. He'd seen the news as the Man of Steel bit into the president. The entire hero squad was gone. The Shadow counterpart too. Night-whatever was still kicking around somewhere, as Bane had found out one night, but old rivalries and enemies seem like less of threats when a decaying corpse is trying to consume you.

The cracking of glass in a nearby shop draws his attention from the empty aisles of the Stop-Mart, and Bane can't help but glance out the window. Some lone straggler had been too loud, and a horde was smashing in the windows to get to them. It was the first human face he'd seen for nearly a week, and Bane hardly notice as his body moved on it's own. Within minutes, he'd pushed past the mob of the undead, and pulled the weak person out.

"Don't consider us friends." He says once they were safely away from the group of zombies. Continuing to walk, he kept his eyes forward as he expected them to follow. Bane hadn't intended on saving them, he didn't need another mouth to feed. But maybe he'd keep them around as insurance, in case he ever needed zombie bait for a quick escape. At the very least, he was glad to have someone who owed him.