Making Conversation

The two of you eat in silence for several minutes, Sam slurping the last of his soup noisily as you try to spoon the last few drops from your own bowl.

"So, uh, you had many run ins with these ladies?" You ask, trying to make conversation.

Sam seems to bristle, "Yeah, I've come across them a few times now." He waves his spoon in front of him in a broad gesture, "A few days after the whole caravan thing, I bumped into this blonde skank while scavenging. Took her all of five seconds to talk her way into my pants. I couldn't believe my luck, some hot little piece of ass willing to spread her legs for me as soon as I met her? I thought I was in heaven." He chuckles humorlessly,"I buried my bone balls deep in that sweet little cunt of hers, fucking blew my load in less than a minute." He stops suddenly.

"Don't you judge now, I hadn't had a piece of ass that sweet in years, and it had been months since the last time I'd been laid, you'd have done no better."

Continuing, "I didn't realize my mistake until I laid down beside her to catch my breath. I caught her trying to slip something into my drink, I think she was trying to **** me or something. Anyway, I caught her and it turned into a big fight. Now, I'm not too much a man to hit a girl, but this little bitch could fight. She had to be ex military or something."

Sam walks back to the little camp stove, turning off the burner and checking the little pot for any soup he may have missed the first time. "Damn Infected skank showed up and we both bolted." The anger is obvious on his face, "I hope that fucking thing caught her."

Shrugging, his expression suddenly softening, "Second door on the right is a spare bedroom.

Without a further word, he heads down the hall, stepping through the door opposite the one he had indicated to you. You hear a faint click as the door is locked from the inside.

Not entirely sure what to think of Sam, but realizing that its too late to find another safe place for the night, you head for the room he had offered, locking the door behind yourself.