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Ever get that feeling on the back of your neck? Something is telling you that something just isn't right. Hair stands high on alert, the feeling of something looming right over your shoulders that makes you turn your head this way and that way to see what's approaching you?

Rhett had that feeling as he made his way through the first floor of the flats in the QZ. Every once in a while, he'd turn around to see who or what was by him, only to see the same face over and over again. Some dark haired thing, with hazel eyes and a flawless complexion. At first, he shrugged it off as nothing more than a coincidence. There were plenty of things to kill in here and loot off of in return. Why would anyone be kind-of-sort-of following him anyways? He couldn't have pissed too many people off, because he had a few friends. Three, really. Jesse, Esperanza, and Dhara. He knew more people than he ever had before outside of a workplace because of Jesse siring him about two months ago. But other than that? Rhett didn't really know anyone.

He chuckled softly under his breath at the idea of someone following him, let alone a girl he had never met or seen. Or had he? Rhett stopped to look at her; really look at the woman who wasn't that far from him. Had he met her? Was she someone he helped one time? Or maybe a family member he helped? He wasn't good with face and even worse with names, but Rhett was pretty sure he'd never seen her before. He shrugs and rubs at the back of his neck as she darts away for a little bit, making him feel-well, stupid for believing she was following him.

"Get it together, Rhett." Rhett says with a shake of his head before he goes on his own way to find more zombie ears. This was where he hung out about ninety percent of the time. He tried the slums, but after seeing the head of a gang banger explode from his high powered gun, Rhett vowed to never go there again. He wasn't a fighter unless he had to be, and certainly didn't like to take the life of someone. That was someone's son, or husband or whatever. Everyone mattered, even on some small scale.

Fifteen minutes later there she was again. This time it looked like he was following her because she was further north, but that wasn't the case. Rhett decides to go right, because too much further left and he would be at a wall. Nothing zombie wise really hung by the walls too much.

He's killed two zombies by this time and then turns to go after another when-there she is again! Rhett stands, frowns and then decides to see what was going on. They couldn't be running in to the other this much in one night by coincidence, right? "There something on my face?" He asks as he approaches the long haired brunette woman, Rhett wiping at his face with the free hand that wasn't holding a gun, just in case.

And that's when the feeling returned. From behind him, only he was distracted by the woman in front of him. A once upon a time, would be vampire lashes it's decrepit, slightly mauled arm at Rhett and rips into his forearm, finally demanding Rhett's full attention from the woman. He'd never seen whatever this was before, but it was ugly, and feral looking. "What the-" Rhett says to no one other than himself before the thing takes another swipe at him, this time his head. It probably intended for his head the first time, but misjudged its swipe or Rhett's height. Whatever the case, he moves out of the way, and actually bumps right in to the woman he confronted minutes ago. "Sorry." He apologizes before Rhett moves her away from him, and unintentionally closer to the thing that was out for him. Only, now there was something smaller and maybe even potentially weaker than him, so she becomes the focus of the dead, larger vampire's focus.

He didn't miss anything she said, but now wasn't the time to comment on any of that. While he was sorry, there were bigger issues at hand. Like the big monster thing that was adamant on killing one, if not both of them. His gun was rendered useless because the way the monster was positioned, it was smack dab behind her. And Rhett wasn't a pro with a gun. He wasn't willing to take the risk of missing and shooting the woman anywhere. Even if there was a very good chance she was a vampire. Rhett wasn't that sort of guy. He didn't take a lot of risks. Or any. Most people would consider him boring. Safe. But he didn't care.

Help. He was supposed to be helping. "Right." Rhett nodded his head and then finally sprung to life. Because the beast of a monster was focused on her and not him, Rhett could get away with getting close to it before it even noticed he was there. Which was good for the both of them. The male ran, and it would appear that he was running away from Nyx and the monster, but he was only making a wide run and planned on coming back around. He just wanted to make sure the thing didn't see him until it was too late.

Arms reached out and grabbed the thing by its arm, the one that had the hand that was connected to it that was grabbing Nyx. Rhett gave it a good yank, which made the monster pause and drop its hold from Nyx. It just stood there, stunned. As if it were in disbelief that someone, especially Rhett could pull that hard and get him it to let go of its victim. "Move. You don't have much time." Rhett barked out to the dark haired woman as he backed up, dropped to one knee, and reloaded the gun that was given to him by Jesse. The paralysis usually wore off in seconds, maybe a little longer if Rhett was super lucky. With the gun loaded, Rhett stood again and pointed it at the monster, waiting to take aim until the woman was well out of the way.