She grinned as he unlocked the doors, and made her way past him. She had found so many things, and her bag was overflowing and her arms were full. “Get the door to the Hummer for me please, Babe?” She would toss this all in the back for now. “This shit will help so much.” Eyes…
She laughed at his response and shook her head. She loved that about him, that not everything had to be so fucking serious. He got her humor, and his was pretty twisted. “It feels good to be productive. Like I’m contributing. It feels good to fuck up walkers, and get some of my frustration out. I hate living like this…but it’s how shit is. Fucking them up makes me feel better.” She knew that sounded insensitive, but she didn’t care. As he started to drive, she realized he was carrying a lot of tension, and she sighed, turning to look at him. “This is why you never take me? Or come with me isn’t it? You’re too worried?” They were different like that. She wanted to be there with him, making sure he was safe, having his back. To him she was just a huge distraction, a nuisance.
Why is it women are always the distraction? Why can’t guys be the distraction? I know some pretty distracting men who are totally useless in a fight…well maybe not totally useless….