Her breathing quickened. It sounded like him, but.. it couldn’t be him. Holding the wood higher. “Prove it.” She jabbed the wood a bit as he got closer. “Prove to me, you aren’t some mindless freak of a monster, just like Leonard was!” Crouching a bit, Heather couldn’t help but worry.
Everything about this made her sick. She wanted to crack him over the head and run, but she felt she owed him… it, whatever, a chance. But if he made the wrong move, she would swing. Her radio was already putting her majorly on edge, any sign of aggression and she would kill him.
“Leonard was..?” He looked nervous, suddenly pale. So that’s why he’d gone into hiding and kept only phone contact with them. He shook his head, frowning. “How. Tell me how to prove that I’m still me and I’ll do it.” A promise, anything it took to convince the only person he could trust that he was still himself, he’d do it.
The last thing he wanted was to find himself regarded as the enemy, and pathetically alone. Alessa was dead, Claudia was insane, and even if they hardly got along, Heather was the closest thing to a friend he had at this point.
She shifted a bit, still weary. This wasn’t right, but she had to try. But thinking of a way for him to prove himself was … difficult to say the least. “I noticed, the monsters wont attack us. Or maybe, you.” She lowered the wood and sighed, rubbing her head, shuffling her hair aside. “If we can make it back to your place with out them even so much as getting a sniff, and me in once piece, you’re golden.”
Heather let the wooden plank to her side. It was really all she could muster right now. She had a very sudden awakening, and was still quite sleepy. This was too much to handle right now.
“Yea.” He nodded. “I can do that.” He was only half-bluffing, considering the possibility that whatever it was about him that calmed monsters, it would have stopped working now that he was starting to become one of them. At least he could still try to protect her to prove he wasn’t out to kill her.
“Whenever you’re ready I guess.” He looked nervously between the plank and Heather. “Promise not to hit me if I move now?” Not that he was usually afraid of things, but when you’d come very close to death once again and were presently very aware of your own mortality, you tended to be wary of injury.