Cured - part 3

I woke up groaning with a headache and a sore groin. It was dark out. I was in the warehouse in my sleeping bag with a fire beside me. All my stuff was there. The girl was there eating something out of a can. I jumped up and immediately regretted it. My whole body throbbed dully. I sank back down to the ground. She was watching me intently. She had like those really intense blue eyes that remind me of those blue glaciers that I'm sure are making their comeback now that we've stopped warming them globally. I managed to form a coherent thought.

What's your name?

"Kira." she said.

Ok and why did you attack me and then rescue me from spending the night outside and then most probably dying?

"The last guy i got sold to tried to rape me so I pushed him out a window. I just had to show you that I can fight back." I gulped." I can fight back but I'm not keeping you hostage or anything. You can do whatever the hell you want."

I decided to drink a bunch of water and open a can of hash. I dumped it in a hub cap i picked up a couple weeks ago and stuck it over the fire. It started to smell really good so I ended up pulling it out and burning my hand. Then I ate it to soon and burned my tongue. I could see that Kira was shaking her head an rolling her eyes as if she knew that was exactly what I would do. I finished eating and walked cautiously outside to find what I had dropped earlier. I couldn't risk it getting stolen even if i hadn't seen another human being in months. I slung my gun over my shoulder with the sack of food and first aid stuff. I hefted the water jug in my free hand and  headed back to the still open door. Then it shut. I heard laughter coming from above me. I looked up and there was Kira sticking her head out of one of those windows I failed to board up. She started screeching and i started freaking and the zombies started swarming. It was obvious that this psycho bitch was out to kill me. I shouted up at her. When that didn't work I asked her nicely to please open the goddamn door. The zombies were closing in so I threw all of my weight against the door. And yes i realize that i had a gun on my shoulder and a knife on my belt but when I'm stressed out I tend not to think. Like at all. But then i started thinking. I thought that maybe it would be a good idea to use the fucking doorknob. It's not like it was locked or anything. I ran in gasping for breath to find her laughing hysterically and rolling around on the floor.

"I told you I could fight back!" she managed to get out between the laughing fits. I almost screamed in frustration.

I only wanted to save you!

She quit laughing and looked at me sadly as if there were some cosmic meaning of life that I am too stupid to understand. I am so sore. I arranged my supplies around the fire as Kira walked around inspecting the building as if she were in an intensely interesting museum in a totally not post apocalyptic world. I collapse on my sleeping bag which I instantly regret because very old salvaged sleeping bags do not provide much padding against the cruel reality of concrete. The last thing I remember thinking before I fell asleep was that I was now roommates with a very sexy psychopath who might murder me for the sheer fun of it.