grunting with pain as he drags himself along , expression a grimace before reaching down to feel at the wound . there’s a wince of pain , ichor staining digits .
“ goddamn raiders .. shit . just .. need t’ sit down for a minute ‘r two . “
weapon is still raised , trigger still not yet touched as confusion dawns on the elder man . he eyes the strange looking person before him , brows furrowed with simple puzzlement .
“ y’got a few seconds to tell me who you are .. and what the hell you’re wearin’ . “
the symbiote-clad webhead's white lenses widened slightly, a light buzzing in the back of his head beginning.
"woah there, easy, trigger happy. . .i'm not a bad guy."
came the voice behind the mask, holding his hands in the air as a sign of peace.
slinging his gun over his shoulder . joel nods , standing up with surprising ease given his age .
“ yeah , let’s get this over with . ‘m ready to get home to a warm bath .. lord knows my bones need it . “
there’s a proud look on joel’s visage as the sniper is lowered , pleased with himself at the fact he was able to take down all the runners .
“ ah , nothin’ to it . just years of practice . “
small grin pulls at a corner of his lips , now mimicking mateo’s actions in
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quirked brow stays in place , head shaking with a light scoff of a chuckle .
“ well , thanks . could’a saved my life for all i know . might’a been one ’a those .. whaddya called it— ? brown recluses ? heard those things ain’t no joke . “