Hell no.

The idea of spending the rest of your life as a **** feels a little kinky if you knew it would be a sex ****, but as you are also imagining the hard working more real sort with all the pain that goes along with it. You basically have to run. Looking the two of you over you can't help but think you are in better shape so you just say, “Can't sell me if you shoot me.” And run.

“Damn it girl.” He yells and gives chase. All you really do for a bit is maintain distance, he is even slightly faster, but as you suspected by jumping over stuff you spread the distance till finally you climb over a little fence and are able to loose him. Sadly this makes you now lost in a jungle of ruined buildings from some long dead city.

“Oh this is so creepy, I need to find a weapon or the monsters will eat me up for sure.”

An hour later you spot something promising, a burned out mall with a sporting goods store you are pretty sure you recognize as one that sold guns. Likely it has been picked clean long ago, but it might be worth a look. Then again it is dark, it might be full of radiated zombies or man eating rats as big as a horse. Your mind races with the enemies of every futuristic movie you have ever seen, deciding eventually that some terrifying family with ear necklaces with a big cauldron full of body part stew was the most likely.

“Fuck, why couldn't it be Star Trek.” Then again maybe all the smart people left the planet years ago.