Seclusion

The journey to safety was pretty uneventful, taking up shelter in the janitors room in a deserted office building. You hadn't any trouble as of yet and it's location meant you could scavenge nearby.

You and the young lady travelled back silently, only her slight whimper interrupted the relative peace as she rested the foot on her injured leg, you started to wonder what she was doing in the city, most people made their way out or tried to in the madness. you break out of you thought as you approached your den. The thought of exposing it's location didn't cross your mid, she seemed harmless.

"You sit here, let me see that leg of yours" you say as she takes a seat in a chair. you head over to the supply room, being sure you had found a first aid kit in there. Finding it you head back to her, she has rolled up her trousers.

"It's my ankle" she says softly. Your bend down and inspect it, she whimpers slightly, your not a trained professional but having had a few of the same injuries.

"It's only twisted, you just need to let it rest, but I'll bandage it so it's stable" you gaze up at her, you are caught by surprise at her intense eyes looking at you, they are deep green - captivating-, her face though unwashed it is is stunning, a slight tan, sharp nose, high cheekbones and lips with a slight pout. She would not be out of place in a room of runway models. Her dirty blonde hair is long and covers the sides of her face. She is looking at you suspiciously which is understandable.

"I'm Alex Smith" you stand and offer her a hand. She doesn't react. "You can rest on the bed, you must be exhausted, you look it, we will talk when you're rested". she hasn't moved still watching you suspiciously.

"Look, you'll be safe here" she seemed unconvinced, you have an idea. You reach for your knife at you waist, she gasps. "Relax, here" you pass her the butt of the knife. "Keep this with you, if I try anything feel free to use it" she takes it from you.

"You still have a gun" she says in a soft melodic voice.
"That I have, I'm not that stupid, I don't know you" you say with a grin, she reluctantly hops her way over to the bed and lays down, clutching the knife in her hand.