Steve glides quietly through the back streets of the town, avoiding all and any unnecessary confrontations or delays. His singular mission and focus now is to find the group, despite what he might tell himself.
His sword is drawn and he has a rifle slung over his shoulder where it joins a kitbag strapped to his back. It’s not Mikey, it’s another silenced rifle. Not ideal but he was at least consistent. He’d looked over the weapons available in the bunker and decided it was the best option for the job at hand.
Part of his mind still questioned the decision to go out and look for them, but another part, the part driving him forward, was totally convinced. Pulling some sort of victory out of this sorry mess was at least some type of win.