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

June Phillips had been curious about the gun toting young man who was part of the small group who had joined them the day before. She didn't know anything about them and hadn't done more than peer curiously out the window of the truck her father drove to check them out, but she hadn't had time to really talk to anyone yet. Now she did. A few times a day the convoy stopped to give people a chance to move about, refuel from containers kept on hand, relieve themselves, and switch drivers. It was only about half an hour or so, but that was plenty of time. And hey, if they got along, maybe one of them could ride with the other for a bit. Wrapping a few things in a decently clean handkerchief, the eighteen year old gestured to let her father know where she was going and stepped down off of the dusty truck, running her fingers, with nails that had a few scratches of green polish left on them, through her short red hair. It only took a few minutes to walk to where the newcomers were, together and seeming as though they didn't really have any intentions of interacting with the other twenty people in the truck train. When she got to them everyone stopped talking and looked at her, which made the young woman feel a little bit uncomfortable, but she brushed it off. People weren't as terrifying as zombies, after all. I came to let you know that there's water being passed out if anyone needs it. There's also toilet paper. One of them walked off, and she took a moment to gather herself before approaching the dark haired man -- teen? -- who looked closest to her in age. Hi. I brought food, I thought you might like something to eat, she said, offering up the handkerchief. Neatly wrapped inside was dried apple and strawberry slices with a few dried blueberries. It's all dried, but it's sweet. Her family had brought a lot when they'd joined the group they'd had a pretty good stock of dried fruits and lots of pickles. They'd only used the generator to power the food dehydrator and things like that, so that it would last as long as possible. The redhead adjusted the slightly oversized red and black plaid button up she was wearing and smiled warmly. Do you mind if I stick around here for a few minutes? The last new people were my family, and that was months ago. Nobody too close to my age, either. Well a few people in the later half of their twenties, but that was still at least seven years older than her. Food had been the best way she could think to see if she could get his attention and have him let her hang around. Everybody liked food, and even if the fruit wasn't fresh it was still pretty good. She supposed the fact that she had only brought it to him made the fact she was most interested in him pretty clear, and the expression on the face of the white bearded man let her know they had all very much noticed. The area around them was clear for now, but it probably wouldn't stay that way forever. The nice thing about being on the move in a vehicle was that zombies couldn't follow them, but the sound of trucks and a bus did sometimes attract attention. She didn't see anything, but she was sort of used to it happening. The knife on her belt had seen use, though she could sense that these people were... different. She wouldn't be surprised if they had seen more combat than the entire caravan together. I figure give them a bit of time to get to know each other and then we'll pretty much just mess up the whole caravan