Izzy

You think for a bit and a name pops in your head, “I’m Izzy, what’s your name?

She smiles, “Nina.” She takes your hand and kisses your knuckles softly.

You feel so girly you blush, “Stop it.” You say pulling your hand back. She laughs and the two of you start walking.

Most buildings you simply walk passed without looking, but ever so often she sees something that she thinks is interesting and leads you in carefully, gun drawn. You never meet anyone, but a really big rat dies a quick ****. Overall by the time you find a place to spend the night, a shipping crate with a door you can close, you have found a few interesting items that you divide up before setting up your bedrolls.

Her cut is three shotgun shells, half a box, 25 rounds of 9mm, a yellow beach towel with bunnies on it, a black eyeliner pencil, and a leather pencil skirt. Your cut is the other half box of ammo, 5 rounds of .308 ammo, and three blankets that is your new bedroll.

“We didn’t find any good water today so if we fuck we need to be clean about it.” She says grabbing your hand and giving you a little kiss. “Or we’re going to be dirty all day tomorrow.” She is grinning and you can’t tell if she is planning to do something disgusting to you or if she really wants to try to stay clean. She lets out a sigh, “I suppose we could just cuddle.”