One beer wouldn’t hurt. Even without her tolerance built to the levels it had been previous to the outbreak, the small amount of liquor wouldn’t affect her all too much if it did at all. The thin woman sighed and reached for the bottle. Her eyes passed between it and the corpse before a small grimace found her lips. It disappeared as quickly as it appeared as she brought the beer to her maw and took a swig, immediately feeling a mixture between rejuvenation and nausea due to the smell of the alcohol. “Thank you.” A pause. “How long have you been in the area?” Audrey hadn’t even noticed him until she’d happened upon him that day and for that, she felt somewhat foolish.
Micheal sniggered as he watched the woman's reaction, he patted the corpses head in a mocking fond like manner, "My little buddy annoyin' you dear?" He nodded, taking a sip of his own, "Don't go thankin' me too much or I might regret it, I ain't one for kind actions." He pursed his lips, "A day or two? I don't tend to stick to one place. Movin' here and there suits me just fine."