Savon stopped in the hallway after leaving the group. This place was a mass of underground rooms and tunnels, it was under a gas station that was run down and in the middle of nowhere. Hours from anything that looked like civilization, just a few other run down buildings and houses up top.
This was their main hide out, the gas station was named Harper's. They had a lot of supplies here and plenty of room. It had taken years to build and was still being added to. If this place was found they were in trouble. They did have a few other places that were well hidden and stocked, but a long ways to get to. Staying in one area to long wasn't smart.
Savon leaned against the wall for a moment letting a wave of pain wash over him, he knew that down his back he had a rather horrible slash. He needed to take care of his wounds before they started to heal with the dirt and glass in them.
"I'll help you." He looked at Anna. She looked more than eager to help him. He didn't want her help, didn't want anyone's help. She'd think that helping him meant that he didn't hold negative feelings toward her. His negative feelings were at an all time high right now.
"I don't want help thanks." He said not hiding the snarky tone and moved forward away from her.
"Let me help, it's just help. Nothing else." There was an underlying ring to what she said, not quite a lie but he knew what she really wanted. To get closer to him, why couldn't she fixate on someone else? He didn't like her, she was two faced and he knew she was up to something. He didn't want her close to him. Didn't want her in striking distance.
"No, go away." He snapped at her, she moved to follow and he turned.
"Leave!" He said in a deadly voice and she swallowed a bit. She hesitated a moment and then turned clearly put out and went back up a short flight of stairs before going around the corner. To him her feel was that of an angry child that hadn't gotten what they wanted. How he hated her.
He turned and went to the large commune bathroom there. He went for the cabinet and opened it pulling out supplies and other medical items. He grabbed a towel and went to the shower rinsing his wounds out. It stung, but had to be done. It took a bit of time to pull out the pieces of glass embedded in his skin.
He moved over to the shelf that was there, about shoulder level. The towel wrapped around his hips and grabbed a pair of discarded clothes. Just the pants, his legs weren't that injured.
He slipped them on wincing slightly at the pain in his muscles and wounds. He was glad for what he was at the moment, otherwise he'd be dead. However it sucked because it meant you could live through more pain.
He turned looking over his shoulder in the mirror. Starting on his left shoulder and down nearly to his pant line was a horrid slash. Though only part of it was in need of stitches. That part was on his upper back and still bleeding. If he didn't take care of it then he'd turn more feral than he was right now. He needed blood, he'd lost a lot. He cursed that part of himself as well.
Savon looked down at his chest, there was a huge bruise that had formed over his right side and up part of his stomach. His arms had plenty of little cuts that were nearly healed. He had bruising on his face along with a split lip.
"At least no broken bones." He said to himself and had his hands on the sink and lowered his head for a minute. Blood was running from his back to his front dripping into the sink and on the floor. He thought that at this angle he'd have to just sere the flesh instead, that was going to hurt. He couldn't stitch it himself.
"You look like you got hit by a truck." He turned his head and Kayla was standing there. "You're going to need help with your back." She gestured to it, and looked like she felt bad for the pain he was in. It didn't really touch him though. Because he didn't believe it and he didn't need pity.
"I'm fine by myself." He said, not like he needed charity. No let her stay, I hunger so bad. She smells so good.
Yes, He said at first to himself. No. He snapped maybe if it had been Neil or Ian. She moved forward toward him.
"Shut up, you need the help and personally I think that he is wrong." She moved past him and grabbed the kit there. "I mean truthfully speaking you have this vibe about you that is worrisome, but I think you're trustworthy. There was no other reason for you to help back there than because you want them dead too. You want to survive, so I'm willing to go on a little faith. I saw it too."
He sensed the truth of her words and was surprised by them. He hadn't really thought that any of them thought him trustworthy. Except for Drake of course, but he was different, the only person that Savon considered a friend.
"It's better if you just left me alone. I'm not exactly thinking with the human part at the moment." It was the only warning she was going to get. Plus he figured that reminding her that he wasn't normal would get her to leave. She couldn't understand the hunger in him.
"Well, I'm trying to be civil here and help a comrade that needs it. So you can just do the same thing. Now sit." She said pointing to a stool that was in the room.
He looked at her and gave a brief smile that didn't really reach his eyes. Kayla thought that he might have two different personalities in that mind of his. She'd seen two very different sides to him, and it was always with that change in eye color. Like he was moody but normal when they were dark. Unlike this bright green he was sharp tongued and hostile, more confident in her opinion.
He stood at six three and had a muscular build, not intensely muscled, but enough that she knew that there was no way in hell she could beat him physically. He was a good looking man. Dark hair with those bright green eyes. She thought him attractive, if he wasn't what he was, she might very well be more interested.
She looked at the tattoo that was on his body, it started high on his left bicep and went over his shoulder and down the left side of his back. It looked like some kind of skeletal creature up close but it was hard to tell with the blood and the slash mark. Kayla though concentrated on giving him the aide he clearly needed that no one else was.