Thread: In Blackest Night

She was pregnant. While she took the time to align her aim, Locke let his eyes wander, his eyes now adjusted to the indoor lighting enough to notice the very pronounced bump swelling from her middle. Instantly, any libido he felt upon noticing she possessed a vagina was quelled by the fact that she was about to become a mother, probably any day now. He was almost about ready to obey her and slip back out the door when he remembered the Walker outside. Lokce had traveled with people before, nearer to the beginning of everything when the swarms of people started their pointless exodus out of all the major cities. It'd been hard, trying to survive in a group of his neighbors and a few of those unfortunates they collected on the road. People were stupid when they felt safe and even stupider when they were panicked and scared. Several of them died because of that stupidity and the infighting got so bad, the group dwindled even more as the leaders of the group tried to keep everyone alive. Things just became so much easier when he was by himself, particularly when he learned about his special relationship towards those who died yet still walked the earth. Locke fucking remembered standing in the middle of their camp as it was invaded by the moaning horde one night, the chaos raging around him, gun fire and screams howling as people ran and were overwhelmed. And he remembered how he'd failed to gather any undead attention. How when running amongst them, he never became prey, somehow saved from threat by the twisted hand of Fate. It was what made him want to listen to her. It was what tempted him to leave her here by herself, to continue on his way alone so he wouldn't be around to watch her die while remaining unharmed himself. But he looked again at her stomach. Lookit you, about ready to pop. How close are you? he asked nodding towards her belly, his deep voice echoing softly amongst the church arches. Slowly, with his arms still raised defensively, he began to approach her, keeping his eyes locked with hers and his voice calm and level as he spoke. If you're anywhere near your due date, you shouldn't be alone. Not when the city is crawling with Walkers. You'll need someone to help you get supplies when you run low. You'll need someone around, in case you ever get any unwanted attention because there aren't a lot of nice guys around nowadays - and yeah, I'm a fucking nice guy. And you'll need someone to... help when you have to finally deliver this thing. He was closer to her now and lightning fast, his hand whipped out to grab ahold of the rifle barrel, effortlessly knocking it from her fingers and turning it around in his own hands. He didn't point it at her, instead looking down at it and checking the bullets inside. Snapping it shut again, he looked at her for a moment and then held it out to her, offering for her to take it back. Just think of how much harder things will be when it's finally born. You'll have to keep it pretty quiet if you want to continue hiding here. If you can't, then you'll want someone who can shoot a gun watching your back. It wasn't his cup of tea but remembering the mistakes he'd made and thinking of how she wouldn't last a week with a crying baby on her own, he was willing to sacrifice his solitude to save two lives. If he could.