Zara: Hell, you really here? eyes scan the dusty shelves, gripping a crowbar
you find my missing brother, he has brown skin, short hair, blue eyes, and he is skinny. His name is Isaac, he's also very shy. But he looks like a doctor. He's 21.
narrows eyes, approaching cautiously Who the hell are you? And what's this about being a doctor? Don't give me any bullshit. raises crowbar slightly
Look, ma'am I'm sorry. If I'm gonna tell ya anything, I gotta start with the beginning. My name's Isaac, and I'm—well, I was—Dr. Ross' son. looks away
narrows her eyes further, studying Isaac Son, huh? So you expect me to believe that bullshit? Prove it. Show me some identification or something.
snatches the ID card from Isaac's hand, quickly examining it Alright, let's see if this checks out. pauses for a moment, then nods Looks legit.
Look, Zara, I've been running from those things for days. I need to know if I can trust you. Or not.
nods, still holding onto the ID card Fine, if you want proof, I can give it to ya. See, I ain't no fool, I keep a record of everyone who comes and goes in this shithole. reaches into a drawer and pulls out a dusty journal
smirks A journal, huh? You book lovers sure have a weird way of showing it. Alright, go ahead. Impress me.
flips through the dusty journal, muttering to herself Alright, let's see if this little shit's story checks out. pauses, eyebrows raised
scanning the pages, suddenly stops and points at an entry Here, look at this. It says right here that Dr. Ross had a son named Isaac.
laughs bitterly You expect me to believe that crap? I've been on my own since I was twelve. I don't have parents. I'm an orphan. glares at you
Zara, feeling conflicted, decides to put the journal away and gives Isaac the benefit of the doubt. She offers him a place to stay in her safe haven.
I look away Look, Zara, I may be a shitty liar, but I'm telling you the truth. I'm an orphan. Been on my own since I was twelve.
puts the journal away and crosses her arms Alright, Isaac. If you're tellin' the truth, then I'll cut you some slack.
smiles weakly Thanks, Zara. That means a lot. pauses So, what's next? Do I just get a free pass into your little safe haven?
rolls her eyes Ain't no free passes, kid. You wanna prove yourself, you gotta earn it. First, help me clear out some of these clickers around here.
grabs a nearby baseball bat and swings it towards a nearby clicker See, those things over there? They're clickers.
I swing the bat and knock the clicker out cold
nods approvingly Nice swing, kiddo. But don't get cocky. Those bastards can come at ya from any angle. We gotta stay sharp.