Thread: 6 Years Later. (Anaeria and Methos)

With the smell of food in the air, Luci whined and wagged her tail, looking up at her owner, who smiled and nodded, placing two fingers to the dogs' nose and pointing in the direction away from the camp and the sentries. The enormous dog lumbered to her paws as Luke sauntered over and slipped into the forest around them silently, out to hunt her own food. The dog was good at what she did, not needing or seeming to need another pack mate so long as she had Isanya as her Alpha, and with directions, the dog would remain in that side of the territory, hunting up rabbits and squirrels and the like, and then coming back near dawn to sleep. If she found nothing, she would nudge Isanya awake or come to her if she were already up and about, and the redhead would feed her. The two were very good as a unit, and they had survived the six years together that were needed in order to have lived this long. Chewing on a chunk of beef jerky, Isanya considered Luke's opening words and smiled slightly, not wanting to really say any more. She'd been laughed at enough as it was. Opening the door of the RV, which she had propped open with a stick, she pulled some small folding chairs out and set them up, waving him over to one to take a seat and relax if he wanted to while she did the same. Her gun was in the RV, but her sword remained slung over her back until she went to sit down and pulled it off, letting it hang over the back of her chair and within easy reach still as she kicked her boots off. While the people around the camp had been getting ready, she had been using some buckets of water and had scrubbed most of the gore and body bits off of the RV, three buckets full of nasty water waiting nearby for her to dump out against a tree later, away from the fresh water source that was entirely drinkable. Yeah, Mexico was bad before the dead started to walk but.....it got right royally nasty after a while. Turns out, in a pinch of life or death, even those damned drug cartel people can pull together in order to survive. At least after the first three or four gangs got massacred. They held out a fair while until someone came in with a bite or a scratch, I'm still not sure which, and then it went all downhill from there. Shaking her head, she picked another piece of beef jerky out of a carry case attached to her hip and offered it to him if he wanted a piece. Hickory smoked, managed to bring a cow down about three months ago, took me a week to figure out how to smoke the meat without burning it or making it too salty to taste. Giving herself some time to think then, Isanya turned her head to look out over the lake, a fish splashing in the distance the only sound beyond some night animals and a bird or two settling in to sleep. After a minute she responded My deal....Heh, I wish I had one. I worked with the government before all this happened. Secret shit, all hush-hush you know....my facility, I ran it, I was in control of a controlled environment. And...between one day and the next, I was the only surivivor in a town gone completely loony. Shaking her head, she brushed some hair back out of her face and laughed, the sound without any actualy amusement. I probably sound like half the people you talk to. In the mean time, I'm trying to survive. And finding a hospital with at least the chemicals I need, that's the tricky part to my whole survival thing. Unsure if he'd heard her last comment before they had gotten into their respective vehicles earlier to head to the campsite, she stopped talking abruptly and became wary as one of the guys wandered over to ask Luke about what he wanted for the turkey once it was cooked.