Allen walked with eyes open and alert, watching the other figures that mulled through the street with acute attention. The knowledge that very few could be trusted was an ever-present prick at the back of his mind, but he plastered an acknowledging smile on his face whenever anyone passed.
He self-consciously tugged his left sleep down a little more, despite that his deformed arm was fully covered alreay, as a passing man glared, a more common response to his smiles than actually having them returned. It didn’t bother him so much though, more than used to it. If people didn’t give him dirty looks for having glimpsed his abomination of an arm, they glared just because they could, because people were paranoid. It was reasonable enough though, he supposed.
He tried not to look skittish as a group of soldiers marched by, some giving him a visual once-over as if accusing him of some sort of hidden crime they needed only drag out into the open and expose, before doing what they did best… further sew animosity and fear into the uninfected with their own overly harsh tactics of “containment”.
The albino male jogged up a few steps to the entryway of an apartment building. He counted the doors lining the halls as he walked before settling on the one he had been searching for, giving an announcing knock first before cracking the door open, glad to find only one person currently inhabited the room.
"Hey, Lavi," Allen greeted casually. "Busy?"