R turned around slowly by the sound of a sudden noise, his eyes squinting languidly while looking around their surroundings. His nostrils began to catch the different smells of the food court; he let out a groan in a manner of relief as he noticed he could only sense Julie’s faint aroma mixed with the few traces of food she just left behind. His pewter eyes watched Julie standing up as he walked over the table, carefully picking up the empty plate while walking to the nearest, rotten garbage can.
“N-No…ev-evidence” He managed to say, walking behind her after seeing her presence brushing past him. I don’t want anyone knowing you were here. They walked a few more meters away from the food court: his pace slow as a snail. His eyes looked up to her in confusion while she made the first of questions throughout a lapse of broken silence.
“I’ll…en-entertain” R said eventually while offering an almost unconvincing smile. “Y-You are…g-guest” Even though…I’m not that fun. Yet, I know we’ll eventually find a way to get you distracted…I hope.
She laughed at that, trying to keep her giggles quiet in case there were any corpses nearby. She knew from experience how sensitive their ears were. Turning around, she walked backwards while she gazed at him tranquilly.
“You’ll entertain me, huh? That should be interesting.” With a quirk of her lips, she turned back around and walked normally, eyes scanning the new corridor they were entering.
It was a collection of terminals, where passengers would wait for their arriving planes. At first glance, it was empty, but Julie halted abruptly as she spotted movement. A single zombie, pushing what looked like a janitor’s cart, fully stocked with mops and cleaning fluid. She glanced back, finding that R had caught up to her and was beside her. She made to warn him, but the look on his face told her that he’d already become aware of his fellow corpse; most likely before she had.
She gripped the fabric of his sleeve, leaning closer to him to whisper: “What should we do?”