06-06-2018, 08:45 AM
He had wanted to wait until she told him her own name, but he decided to just walk back downstairs before she could. Not sure himself as to why...
He was ready for lunch as he claimed, already having split the ammo and guns evenly between the two by that time. He was going to let her decide which half she wanted, for now, he pushed them into a side table so that they weren’t tempting when he said something else stupid. He had a couple of hand pistols and a shotgun, plenty of ammo for all of them, but he did spend a lot saving her with the pistols.
He also had the nightstick, it was on the side with the shotgun, for close and personal enemies. Now he was going through her food.
Cans, jars, and sealed bags. Anything that didn't need refrigeration was laid out too. He had been planning all of this when he had woke up. He was only puzzled by one thing. What to do with her dog. The fish were more disposable than the big dog, and who knew if the animals could be affected by the virus. That's assuming it was a virus...
Promise joined Ryan an hour later, she had only one other thing stuffed in her bag, some goodies for the rat that set on her shoulder now. Sonya has been trained to sit on her shoulder. Sonya was about 4 years old and had 2 years of training. Max was just as well behaved, and loyal. She wouldn't force Max to follow her, and couldn't predict what Sonya would do in the 'wild' but she wasn't leaving them here.
She looked up at the mess on her table and it took her a minute or two to see what was going on. She almost yelled at Ryan when she saw him scarfing food, but there was no use in wasting stuff. She put her bag on the table and sat down before grabbing the carton of orange juice and chugging some down.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Ryan’s hand invading her personal space! She didn't have time to pull the carton away and then smack him, good thing though because all he was doing was petting Sonya. Promise blinked as a slight blush appeared on her cheeks when she realized what the truth to his actions was and how the differed from her assumed ideas. She was embarrassed to admit she was wrong in thinking he'd try to hurt her. "Hey, can't you keep your hands to yourself?" She pouted to sound grumpy. It just made Ryan laugh before he finished his food.
Promise had decided on the pistols, they weren't really identical, and she wasn't experienced except for the shooting games she used to play. Maybe that was all she needed to survive... She pushed her food into her backpack. Next was what to do with Sonya, the rat would keep her company and she couldn't really think about leaving her. So she put her in the plastic ball and held onto her until they were ready. Max would either follow them or run off to be wild, as wild as the playful dog could be in closed off section of the mining city entrapped under these mountains.
She took a deep breath before putting Sonya's running ball into the backpack. She grabbed a couple of water bottles and placed them in her bag, too.
Ryan had loaded his gun with bullets and his bag with food as well as tons of water. It was heavier, may even be harder for him, but he was sure in the end his preparations would be better than the girls. He put the gun in between the backpack and his back and prepared himself with the nightstick. He watched the girl and started going through the kitchen again. Anything would help, but he couldn't find anything. The girl must have been the bare minimum type. It made him smile, and remember the other old saying that went: The last man and last woman alive.’
"Ok, you ready?" He asked getting ready for the door. It was quiet, and no way to look out the door, so they were practically jumping into the deep end of the pool!
Promise looked through her stuff one more time. When a thought came to mind she smiled and vanished for another moment. When she came back from the back of the house she was happily holding her old bat. It was aluminum, more durable than the wooden one her mother wanted to buy her. It was a good 10 years old and the painted on name was worn off. Since he was going for melee damage right out of the batting circle she’d do the same to save on ammo.
"Ok!" She announced when she was finished. Ryan slapped the button to open the door and readies himself!
He was ready for lunch as he claimed, already having split the ammo and guns evenly between the two by that time. He was going to let her decide which half she wanted, for now, he pushed them into a side table so that they weren’t tempting when he said something else stupid. He had a couple of hand pistols and a shotgun, plenty of ammo for all of them, but he did spend a lot saving her with the pistols.
He also had the nightstick, it was on the side with the shotgun, for close and personal enemies. Now he was going through her food.
Cans, jars, and sealed bags. Anything that didn't need refrigeration was laid out too. He had been planning all of this when he had woke up. He was only puzzled by one thing. What to do with her dog. The fish were more disposable than the big dog, and who knew if the animals could be affected by the virus. That's assuming it was a virus...
Promise joined Ryan an hour later, she had only one other thing stuffed in her bag, some goodies for the rat that set on her shoulder now. Sonya has been trained to sit on her shoulder. Sonya was about 4 years old and had 2 years of training. Max was just as well behaved, and loyal. She wouldn't force Max to follow her, and couldn't predict what Sonya would do in the 'wild' but she wasn't leaving them here.
She looked up at the mess on her table and it took her a minute or two to see what was going on. She almost yelled at Ryan when she saw him scarfing food, but there was no use in wasting stuff. She put her bag on the table and sat down before grabbing the carton of orange juice and chugging some down.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Ryan’s hand invading her personal space! She didn't have time to pull the carton away and then smack him, good thing though because all he was doing was petting Sonya. Promise blinked as a slight blush appeared on her cheeks when she realized what the truth to his actions was and how the differed from her assumed ideas. She was embarrassed to admit she was wrong in thinking he'd try to hurt her. "Hey, can't you keep your hands to yourself?" She pouted to sound grumpy. It just made Ryan laugh before he finished his food.
Promise had decided on the pistols, they weren't really identical, and she wasn't experienced except for the shooting games she used to play. Maybe that was all she needed to survive... She pushed her food into her backpack. Next was what to do with Sonya, the rat would keep her company and she couldn't really think about leaving her. So she put her in the plastic ball and held onto her until they were ready. Max would either follow them or run off to be wild, as wild as the playful dog could be in closed off section of the mining city entrapped under these mountains.
She took a deep breath before putting Sonya's running ball into the backpack. She grabbed a couple of water bottles and placed them in her bag, too.
Ryan had loaded his gun with bullets and his bag with food as well as tons of water. It was heavier, may even be harder for him, but he was sure in the end his preparations would be better than the girls. He put the gun in between the backpack and his back and prepared himself with the nightstick. He watched the girl and started going through the kitchen again. Anything would help, but he couldn't find anything. The girl must have been the bare minimum type. It made him smile, and remember the other old saying that went: The last man and last woman alive.’
"Ok, you ready?" He asked getting ready for the door. It was quiet, and no way to look out the door, so they were practically jumping into the deep end of the pool!
Promise looked through her stuff one more time. When a thought came to mind she smiled and vanished for another moment. When she came back from the back of the house she was happily holding her old bat. It was aluminum, more durable than the wooden one her mother wanted to buy her. It was a good 10 years old and the painted on name was worn off. Since he was going for melee damage right out of the batting circle she’d do the same to save on ammo.
"Ok!" She announced when she was finished. Ryan slapped the button to open the door and readies himself!
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