Thread: No Good Deed | Lewd Misconduct x Kaigen

Tim sat mute while she seemed to almost nervously ask questions about what he offered her. It wasn't that he wanted to drug her. He just didn't see how it mattered what it was or if she would get high from it. All that mattered to him was that they got off that roof and made it through town to his truck. From the bit her done he knew that it started to numb almost immediately. But found he didn't really feel the true effects of the drug for several minutes. But the way she seemed to get chatty and anxious she seemed to feel it's effects faster. Since he had so little experience with it he wasn't sure if body mass had anything to do with it or not. Regardless he figured that she probably felt the same effects he felt when he used it to remove the rotten tooth. He felt good about basically everything around him. But at the same time felt almost hyper aware of everything. Like he was more alert. So as far as he was concerned it would help instead of hinder their escape. In the few minutes After she took the small rock Tim placed the magazine's in the leather pockets attached to his belt and slid the pistol back into its holster then put everything back into his pack. Everything save for a short length of rope which he used to make a sling for his bow. Then finally after she started to complain about how long he was taking he stood and shouldered his gear. Yeah I'm getting to it. He grunted as he moved toward the edge of the building nearest the building he spoke of earlier. He pulled a Zippo from his pocket And sized up his target, a rather large first floor window that looked like it had previously been broken away a bit. As the makeshift wick burned he drew his arm back and tossed it. It sailed through the air but when it hit the remaining glass of the window and crashed through it the burning wick broke away and fell harmlessly to the ground outside on the sidewalk. But he heard the glass break and saw the bottle go into the window. A disappointed, Fuck left his lips when he didn't see flames inside the building. His mind raced trying to come up with another way to quickly light the liquid that had to of spattered across the floor and soaked the flamable wicker inside. He never thought for a second that the tattered sleeve if his shirt would burn away before the glass broke. Hed been worried about missing his mark instead of it not catching fire when he did. The sound did catch the attention of a few eaters. But the few that shuffled toward the sudden nose didn't even open a small hole through which they could run. But instead of dispare Tim unslung his bow and started to rifle through his pack. When his hand emerged it held a bottle of hand sanitizer. After he pocketed it, paying no attention to the woman that so recently joined him, he ripped off his other sleeve then doused it with the alacoholic gel. With it litterally dropping from the bloody rag he pulled an arrow with a broadened on it and began to tie it round and through the holes in the razors of the broadened. Then finally a after knocking the arrow he handed her his lighter and said. Light it as soon as I draw it back. Tim knew that the archers of old often used flaming arrows against their enemy but doubted the rags ability to stay lit as it flew through the air. But it was the only thing he could think of to get the fire going. If this didn't work theyd have to continue to hide on the roof and hope that the herd of dead move on before they die of dehydration. So he drew the bow with the thumb release wrapped round his wrist and waited for her to light the rag.