Thread: Survive Together -- Z Nation [Virginia & Traveler]

She liked that he smiled at her. It was warming, in a pleasant sort of way. The kind of warm that wouldn't be a bother even in the worst heat. There was probably a better way to put it, but June wasn't all that poetic. She wished she were, but the fancy words had never come all that easily to her. She could talk someone's ear off, but she didn't always have the best words, she just babbled until she got her point across. It worked just fine, and some people even thought it was charming. Not that far. Third of a mile, half at most? My parents are going to stick around if we're a few minutes late, and it's not like we won't be able to catch up. Plus if the water's clean the caravan will stick around longer so everyone can fill up everything they have. It was hard to know when they'd find clean water and be able to stop again, so it was only reasonable to go get what they needed right now as opposed to waiting and hoping. It wasn't all that far, and if they walked a little fast it wouldn't be an issue at all. Plenty of time. If June found out the look worked, he'd have a problem on his hands, because she would not be afraid to take advantage of it to get him to do things with her. For now she just beamed when he agreed to go with her, looking delighted. Thanks! As for what to put the water in, she glanced back the direction she'd come from. I'm gonna grab my bag from the truck when we go past it. I didn't want to get all my things if you didn't agree. It made sense. She didn't make him come too close, just darted to the truck she sort of called her home base when they got near, coming back with a small messenger bag. Got a bottle, and I'm sort of hoping we'll find something I can gather for everyone to eat. Never a bad thing to have more food. With water sometimes came cattails. I haven't had nearly as much zombie killing experience, but I'm pretty good at survival stuff. I mean... I know a lot about plants. I kinda wanted to be a botanist. She admitted it like someone would admit something ridiculous, because now it was. College and degrees had pretty much no meaning. When he lifted the gun the redhead stopped completely, silent for a few moments until he lowered it back down. She didn't want to distract him, and if there was something there, better not to draw attention to themselves. June was decent with her knife, but she'd prefer not to have to fight. It wasn't her preference. Tactically avoiding the problem had worked for her okay until this point, until she did have to stab something in the face. And she did seem to have some skill just in her movements the teen was very aware of her surroundings and most of the sounds that came when she walked were on purpose, because she wanted to talk to him, albeit more softly than she had been before. This is the first time I've been alone with someone my age since I was... she tilted her head slightly, counting backwards, fourteen. I promised my dad I'd stab you -- just a little -- if you tried to get fresh. Apparently she was willing to just trust him, at least for the moment. So don't do that. I think I'd like to be friends and I don't know if friendships survive stabbing. The redhead grinned at him, and then took a moment to sweep her hair off of her slender neck and twist it up into a tight bun. That was going to be less grab-able if they ran into any kind of trouble. Just bluntly expressing an interest in getting to know him seemed like the right idea. It wasn't like they knew how long things would go without catastrophe, it made sense to make the best of things while they were good.