R spots Shion from halfway across the watering hole. The banks of it are churned and muddy, a temporary relief from the heat. The smell of water, animal crap and something worthwhile waft across the water at R, the zombie sniffing and there it is again pulling at his body. Life. Human. Relief.

Not Julie. That red haze settles over R's eyes and he goes on auto-pilot.

He starts lurching over, the closest thing to a hurry that Shion's probably seen him move. His new clothes help blend him into the environment and it might be easy to forget R's coming between his pace and the quasi-camouflage thing he has going. Even his moaning doesn't sound that out of place, seeing as they shared a Suite together back in the Capitol.

Shion might even have time to get a drink of water before R stumbles close enough to attack. He lunges at the boy with his arms outstretched, snarling.