[John was a very observant person. He hadn't been, when he was younger, but growing up in a zombie apocalypse tends to make observational skills a priority. Because of that, John eventually caught a glimpse of Karkat.
The thing was, John didn't know Karkat was a troll. Not at first, at least. He had seen Karkat from a distance, and with his shoddy glasses (picked up from an abandoned store about two years ago, and definitely not precisely right for his eyes) his vision was clear enough to make out Karkat's figure in the distance, yet blurry enough to miss the tell-tale signs of a troll. Karkat's grey skin blended in with his clothes, and Karkat's horns were short enough to get lost in the mess of hair. Had Karkat been a larger troll, or had his horns been more like a normal troll's horns, John would have seen him for what he was immediately. But since it had just bee a quick glance, and John's vision was just blurry enough to cast doubt, he thought he had found another human.
John wasn't stupid enough to call out to Karkat. Years of scouting and resource-hunting in the ruins had taught him that a loud scout was a dead scout. But he did adjust his path, heading towards where he thought he had seen the other person. He kept darting his eyes around to the surrounding buildings as he went, though, keeping his guard up in case some rogue zombies showed up.
There was the worry of trolls too, since there was a troll settlement on the other side of Seattle, and John was sure the trolls used the city to scavenge from as well. But honestly, he wasn't as scared of trolls as he was of zombies. There was some deep-seated hatred between the two races, but anything alive could be reasoned with, even if it took wild gestures and badly drawn stick figures. The dead, on the other hand, could not be negotiated with.]
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The thing was, John didn't know Karkat was a troll. Not at first, at least. He had seen Karkat from a distance, and with his shoddy glasses (picked up from an abandoned store about two years ago, and definitely not precisely right for his eyes) his vision was clear enough to make out Karkat's figure in the distance, yet blurry enough to miss the tell-tale signs of a troll. Karkat's grey skin blended in with his clothes, and Karkat's horns were short enough to get lost in the mess of hair. Had Karkat been a larger troll, or had his horns been more like a normal troll's horns, John would have seen him for what he was immediately. But since it had just bee a quick glance, and John's vision was just blurry enough to cast doubt, he thought he had found another human.
John wasn't stupid enough to call out to Karkat. Years of scouting and resource-hunting in the ruins had taught him that a loud scout was a dead scout. But he did adjust his path, heading towards where he thought he had seen the other person. He kept darting his eyes around to the surrounding buildings as he went, though, keeping his guard up in case some rogue zombies showed up.
There was the worry of trolls too, since there was a troll settlement on the other side of Seattle, and John was sure the trolls used the city to scavenge from as well. But honestly, he wasn't as scared of trolls as he was of zombies. There was some deep-seated hatred between the two races, but anything alive could be reasoned with, even if it took wild gestures and badly drawn stick figures. The dead, on the other hand, could not be negotiated with.]