Works Well With Others

Now I have this other person I have do everything with. I have to get them food, keep them safe, and make sure they survive. But why? Why didn't just leave her to burn in that building? What stopped me? There was just something about her I can't name. Was it the light tone she keeps even in deadly situations? Was it the sick sense of humor we both shared? I don't know. But something interests me about K. She's not a normal girl. But I'm not a normal kid, either. Maybe that is what draws us towards each other.

She caught me off guard when she kissed me. It wasn't anything extravagant, just a little one, but it scared me much more than the burning building we had just escaped ever could. From then on, I was hooked. I always ask stupid questions about her, but she's eager to answer. I don't know if it's just a need for someone to talk to or if she actually cares about my questions. I doubt the second one. I'm certainly not good for a relationship, I'm distant, I'm mean by without trying to be, and I'm dumb. I don't see her liking me.

Anyway, since the fire, we've moved around a bit. We try to stay near a water source, so right now we're staying at this cramped cabin by a creek not far outside the city. The dense forest looms just a few dozen feet away, and I suggested we go there to look for some food, but K doesn't want to. I think she's afraid, but I don't say anything. We're pretty lucky to be away from formally populated areas and we don't see many undead. I'm a bit glad of that because I don't know about our "Fighting ability" right now. K is fast, and she is pretty handy with a bat she found in the basement of a house we searched, but I don't want to see her outnumbered with only that. I have my gun, of course, but it's a 9mm handgun, so I wouldn't say it quite packs the punch I'd like to see. At least I can find ammo for it. I keep looking for a gun for K to use, or at least one for me and I can give K the handgun.