forum What a Wonderful Day! (Mad Max)(One on One)(Closed)

Started May 11, 2019 by Deleted user

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He raised an eyebrow over at her, tilting his head in confusion. "Do you have an issue with it? I figured I'd be a good friend to have out here in this wasteland."

"I did threaten you." She pointed out, shaking her head. "But if you wanna put that trust in me, whatever. I'll warn ya now, I ain't no good friend."

"I have no worry of you backstabbing me," he said calmly, then eyed her bloodstained side. "You sure you're alright?"

"Feelin' peachy." She said with a nod, giving him a thumbs up. "What d'ya think the chances of finding some booze are?"

He gave her a look that would sober up an alcoholic. "You wanna drink with an entire war rig on our asses?"

"Instant painkiller." She said, lips twitching up into a sharp smile as she looked over at him. "Besides, who needs a clear head to stay alive?"

"Uh, everyone," he said, rolling his eyes in response. "I steer clear of ev'ry drug. Even painkillers. I cain't risk getting addicted to somethin' like that."

"Wow, this friendship is built on nothin' but survival, huh?" She said, looking back at the road. "Whatever, I'll stay away from the damn bottle. For now."

"Isn't survival the best way to make friends?" he asked with a grin, scratching an itch on his arm.

"I wouldn' know." She said, shrugging the shoulder on her good side to avoid upsetting the injury more.

"Welp," he said, craning his neck to look through the back windshield. The truck was about the same distance from them as it was 15 minutes ago. "Seems like we'll see soon enou'."

"Oh, yippee." She snorted wryly, keeping her eyes on the front windshield. "More near death experiences."

"How long do ya thin' it'll take befo' they catch up? he asked, tapping his knee lightly as he spoke.

"Never, if I can help it. Unless…" She trailed off, an idea forming in her mind.

He raised his eyebrows, scooting back in his seat. "You go' an idea?"

"You wanna take 'em head on?" She asked, tapping her hands on the wheel.

He turned around again, squinting. "There's about ten or twelve of them. Think we even have a chance?"

(He's, like, the John Wick of the wasteland)

"How good're you with a gun." She shot back, raising an eyebrow.

He scrunched his nose up as he thought. "All depends on what type we're taking about here. Shot guns and pistols? Hell yes. But….anything more is kinda hit or miss."

"Good enough. Get ready, I'd rather no' die today. An' definitely not ou' here." Zara's lips quirked up in a sharp and deadly grin.

"Would you mind handing me the shotgun at your feet?" he asked politely, the look on his face matching her's.