V slid down from the roof, rather ungracefully falling on its face then sliding to its chest, with the rest of its body vertical against the wall. "Those fruits are probably going to give you cancer you know." Its arm snaked out and grabbed a pear shaped rock, which it brought to its mouth and took a bite out of. "Though everything will probably give you cancer in this landscape." The large mutant offered the bitten rock to Tank silently.
It had been a while since it had been around other people, but it remembered the common courtesy of offering food to potential meals. Everything was a potential meal, one had to learn that real fast or risk starving to death to become someone else's meal. V was a survivor, the best one from the last group it was with, and it did what it needed to, to survive.
While they were busy getting antiquated the noise from the fighting mutants had died off. Now all that could be heard from the other side of the house was the sound made by a feasting monster, the tearing of flesh and snapping of bones. The scent of blood would be strong when the wind changed direction.