Chapter 6 - The Caravan "Amongst The Mud And The Blood"
"Uh-huh," Lorenzo replied to Hank, dryly, giving him a dubious look when warned about the girl's "vicious side." He continued to prowl around the pews, encouraging the dead to file toward him in a manageable way. To Hank's question he shook his head. "Not sure. Haven't got to check those vehicles outside yet."
He didn't notice Kat's defiant flipping of the bird, the dead taking up most of his focus. He did notice something coming up on his side, the one with the bum arm, too late, and was surprised to see the kid dispatching an adult-sized zed. It had been creeping up on him. Grouchy and stubborn as he was, he didn't thank her. He'd said to stay out of the way. "I had him," he huffed. He didn't take anymore actions to remove her from the church though. That had to count for something. Or maybe not. He might've decided it was too much of a pain in the ass. It was hard to get a read on Lorenzo sometimes.
Once all the undead were dead-dead, Lorenzo wiped the worst of the gore and skull chunks stuck to his machete off on a corpse's back. He didn't speak anymore, just watched Hank messing around by the door until they managed to ease it open. Addy and Hank were closest. He lingered behind them, trying to peer inside for signs of trouble.
Didn't take long, but turns out it wasn't the type of trouble he could do anything about. Just more dead fucking kids.
He looked hesitant to enter, but followed after Addy. He checked over the priest's body to make sure he wasn't going to jump out and take a bite out of anyone. Someone else could deal with Addy. He took the revolver from the dead man, checked the pockets, gave the desk a cursory look and left.
He went to the church's door and waited there for everyone to get their shit together, watching the outside and leaning into the door-frame. His jaw was clenched tight. The muscle jumped as he ground his teeth.
With his arm the way it was, he couldn't help carry the body or fill the hole. "I'm gonna check the cars, if anyone wants to help once you're done back there," he told the others when they went by. Once they continued on he sat on the church steps and opened his flask.
Apparently Addy had a similar idea, because she came back to sit after a bit. Lorenzo had hoped for a quiet moment, but there was now a grieving woman crying in his ear. The fact the kid had died didn't surprise him. He'd been expecting this result all morning. Still, the rightness of his cynicism brought no comfort. He would have liked to be wrong. He wordlessly offered her a drink, giving the flask a little shake. He couldn't really think of anything comforting to say. It had been long ago established he was shitty at these things. The first things to come into his head weren't the right things. Well, what were you expecting. And people die all the time.
"Well," he said. There was a long, awkward pause. It seemed like that's all he was going to say for a moment. "That was pretty fucked. Least you know."
He got up and went to check the cars, to see if they could run or if they had any salvageable parts, but mostly because he didn't want to be around Addy. Least she did know though. There wasn't going to be a lifetime of sitting around and agonizing over if the kid was alive or not for her.