The Witch jumped away at his voice, scuttling to hide behind the bed in the room. On closer inspection, the room was also caked in dust. It was the room of an artsy person, and it was rather large. The laptop's music was still going. It had been going, presumably, since he had changed...

"I'm not gonna hurt you," Innocent told the witch, keeping his voice slightly low, and soothing. He didn't step any farther into the room. "I'm Innocent, what's your name?" He wasn't sure if the Witch could speak, but he would see soon enough... He stuffed his hands in his pockets, watching the bed.

The Witch did not appear to be capable of communicating in English. He didn't move from his spot behind the bed. He didn't want to move--he looked terrified. He might understand a little bit of English, but speaking, at least at this point, was not going to be possible for him. The Infection, after all, ate away at people's brains and took away certain skills...they had to be re-learned.

Innocent carefully walked closer, not wanting to scare the boy any more than he already was. He made sure the boy could see him before he pointed at himself, then repeated his name. He was inwardly cursing his parents for naming him such a name... He then dug around in his bag, which was still on his shoulder and pulled out a water bottle. He could easily get more if Cecil ever got the water working. He gingerly held it out to the Witch.

The Witch did not understand that the human was trying to be nice to him. He backed as far as he possibly could into the corner of the room behind the bed, putting his arms up over his head. There was a chance he might strike out in fear if Innocent accidentally startled him.

He would need time to calm down and become somewhat self-aware before he would even want to be near another being.

Elliott wandered past the room, most likely looking for Innocent. His eyelids drooped and he yanked Innocent back. He tugged him from the room, looking annoyed. "Are you trying to get hurt?! Let it calm down...or not calm down, then try going near it! Jeez! I'm not cleaning your blood up." He took a deep breath. But, what I came to tell you was, water works. And there's two full bathrooms and a half bathroom, so go take a shower now, while we can."

Innocent pouted, but went to take a shower.Before he went, though, he put the bottle of water on the nightstand, open. He wandered to the nearest room and started to undress. He'd check on the Witch when he was done.

The Witch did not understand what the bottle of water was for. He was in too much of a panicked and confused state. He did not calm down immediately, but began to after a few minutes. When he did so, he found a place to curl up and rest where he assumed he would be safe--underneath the bed in the room.

Innocent finally got out of the shower after about half an hour. He peeked his head into the room, then wandered back to the room he'd picked to sleep in and curled up on the bed. He was asleep soon after.

The only one still up was Cec, and that was because he was still checking things out. Currently, he was looking around the sitting room, and seeing what was there. He listened for any sounds of any one near by, or sneaking behind him. He wasn't sure what to make of the Witch, yet...

In the wee hours of the morning, around three, the painkillers had worn off and the Witch had gone back to crying. The volume of his cries was loud, but it was a sound that Survivors were used to hearing in the late night.

Witches were almost like a crowing rooster at sunrise. The moment the sun rose, the pitch of his cries changed. They were softer and much more saddening...mournful, almost. The arrival of morning meant blinding sun. Witches could not stand sunlight. So naturally, when light started to spill in the window in his room, the Witch's hands shot up over his eyes and he wailed even more. He struggled to get to his feet--his bones were very weak--and he ambled out of the room with his clawed hands covering his eyes, searching for somewhere dark where he could weep in peace.

Cecilio was ambling back to where he'd chosen to sleep, when the witch came out. When he turned the corner, he bumped into the witch. "Son of a bitch...," he muttered. He then went still, not sure what was going to happen next.

Innocent heard the witch begin to cry and grabbed another candy wrapped set of pain pills. He hurried out to find the witch. He gasped slightly when he saw Cecilio in front of the witch. He pulled out the candy quickly and waited.

The Witch was about to whirl around and attack Cecilio for bumping into him--he even had one of his clawed hands raised up in the air and prepared to swoop down and strike. He caught the scent of the candy, though, and he paused, sniffing the air. It would give them a chance to quickly back away.

He nabbed the candy, using one of his claws to grab it, and brought it close to his mouth, beginning to nibble on it at once.

Cecilio grabbed Innocent and hurried to the nearest bedroom. He didn't bother to fully shut the door, and just sank down on the floor. "Jesus...That was close." He closed his eyes. "We need to either get outta here or figure out what to do with that."

Innocent frowned. "Don't call him a that! And I gave more pain pills, so we should be good for a bit."

The pain pills took a while to work on the Witch. While they worked through his system, the Witch continued to stumble through the halls in search of a dark, quiet place to cry. He found such a place in one of the smaller bathrooms, where there weren't any windows and the light was off. He didn't close the door--he couldn't yet...

When he finally did calm down, he didn't move from his place on the floor. He was not fully self-aware yet. If he was going to be re-taught how to act human, it was going to have to be quick before he regressed into animal-like instincts.

Innocent heard the cries stop and wandered around looking for the witch. He slowly approached, trying to figure out how to breach the language barrier. He was also trying to figure out what to call the witch, so he didn't call him a 'that.' He stood a few inches away from the doorway and chewed his lip.

The Witch was very still. Almost statuesque. He didn't even look like he was breathing all that much, even though he was. The Infected were just that--infected humans. Very, very sick people. One of his long claws clicked against the tile floor.

"Are...are you thirsty?" Innocent mimicked drinking slowly, slightly nervous. He wasn't sure how long he had until the pills wore off... He was chewing the inside of his cheek,not sure if he'd even gotten through to the Witch. He still wasn't sure how to find anything else about the Witch...seeing how he couldn't talk...

The Witch didn't answer the human before him...but he did perk up when he made the motions of drinking, licking at his dry lips slowly. Perhaps he did want a drink. It was going to be difficult for him to drink anything with those claws of his...that meant...he would need help.

Innocent picked up the glass that he'd laid on the counter and refilled it. He then walked over, very slowly, to the Witch. He made sure to slowly lift the glass to the Witch's lips, helping him. His hands shook slightly, fear of being attacked running through his mind.

The Witch accepted the offered drink, too focused on the cool liquid moistening his dry throat and lips to fully realize that there was a human, a potential threat, so dangerously close to him. He had a blissful look on his lightly freckled face. Up close, it was easy to see that he was young...very young. A child...a teenager, most likely.

Innocent continued to help him drink, his nervousness subsiding slightly. He watched the witch, looking a bit sad. He was so young looking...

"What the hell are you doing?" Elliott had been passing the room, and glanced in. He was now standing a few feet away, looking freaked out. "It could kill you!"