West.

As the two of you head west toward whatever lies in wait for you a nagging thought finally pops in your head. “Hey Amy. Did you grab any food?”

“Shit, no, did you?” She answers sitting up in the seat and looking around as if it would some how appear.

“Fuck. I guess that might have been smart. So what do you think is out there.” You look over at her for her answer and suddenly a small scar appears on her right cheek. She doesn’t seem to feel it or react. You keep watching in awe as her hair becomes much shorter and looks like it was cut by a sharp knife. Her clothing doesn’t change exactly but it does become more and more worn as if she had worn it for months. You grab the rear view mirror and see you have undergone similar changes, your right lower lip sports a silver ring right over what looks like an old scar. Your hair style already was short so doesn’t really change but it does become less neat as if you hadn’t combed it in quite a while. You notice the knife you brought is now strapped to your right calf, and the .45 is in a leather holster hanging from a bullet belt on your right hip. Similarly as you look back to Amy you see she now wears a similar belt with her knife at her right hip and the .44 magnum you originally took in a holster at her left hip. She now rides with her right leg up on the dash and the ak-47 sitting in her lap. You give a little smile as you see she is eating peaches out of a burnt looking can using a long thin knife as a fork. “Hey mind giving me some of those bitch.” As you hear the words from your mouth your mind is flooded by images of the world you now find yourself in.

You know you are in the year 2024. The world apparently turned upside down 8 years ago when a massive viral attack killed 90% of the worlds population and turned an additional 6% into near mindless killing machines. The final 4% were unaffected by the disease and struggled to keep the world moving. However with each country similarly hit and each government blaming each other most major cities around the world were hit by massive nuclear strikes bringing the last 10% living cut once again in half with nearly 70% of the survivors now savage animals bent only on feeding, raping, and tearing the remaining survivors to shreds. You were born in 2005 before the madness and now are on the road looking for gas and supplies after surviving vicious attacks recently. You know you are about 25 miles from the former capitol of what was Iowa. Normally the two of you avoid any former major city as mutant animals, savages, and possible radiation all call these places home. But lately the small towns you usually hit have become more and more devoid of supplies, especially gas so the two of you have decided to risk it.

“Here you fucking slut, take it.” She says with malice in her voice but rather than hand you the food she locks her lips with yours briefly with yours and forces the now chewed peaches into your mouth. You suck them in and swallow lingering on sucking her tongue for but a moment before shoving her back across the trucks ripped bench seat.

“Cute, I can hardly see the road as it is. You think blocking my view is really that smart.”

She smacks a kiss at you and sucks in the last peach. “Here, you can have the juice baby.” She offers you the can and you drink the sweet liquid with delight. You then feel her hand slip down the back of your pants in the waist line and she snuggles up to you pulling your right arm around her back. “Wake me if something happens will ya I really need some shut eye.” She nestles her head in your arm pit and asks, “We only have about an hour of light, you sure we shouldn’t pull off and wait for morning.”

You ponder her suggestion and decide…