Burning Love (Five x Dolores)

She's quite the looker, ain't she?

*Five*

The first time I saw her I was hungry, exhausted, annoyed, and thoroughly fucked off. I had been through the wars, literally, and I was struggling to find any sign of life anywhere. It seemed like the damn earth was against me at this point. Why the hell was only I left in this shitty apocalyptic planet? Like, Jesus, you would think the big man upstairs would at least give me a friend so I wouldn't go mad. But no.

I had been surviving for about a month and a half off of a half-destroyed grocery store, and to be honest I was kind of suprised I hadn't gotten food poisoning yet, surely half-mouldy bread would have at least made me throw up, but no, as unpleasant as it was to eat it was nourishing. But the delicious supplies of mouldy bread and good ol' peanut butter had been dwindling slowly but surely and I had to turn to other places to find food that wasn't rotting or expired.

I had been travelling for a couple days, feeling starved and frustrated, but all that was left of any shops was dirty, dusty rubble. I was anxious to stay within town centres, feeling that that was my best chance of finding food or even people. I had no luck until wondering into a torn up shop.

I saw her and at first had mistaken her for an actual person, my pace had quickened in the excitement and anticipation at the thought of finally having company, I was already imagining the wonderful talks we would have of our past lives together, I could finally show someone my incredible (trust me, it's very impressive) juggling skills, we could find matching blankets, we could laugh at the incompetant people who hadn't survived! But, just as I was about to call out "Hello!" I realised my stupidity.

A mannequin.

"A stupid, fucking mannequin." I said as I began to turn around. It was quite embarrassing.

Manners are an important part of a nice young man, you know.

I spun around, "Huh?"

Silence.

"Ugh, I'm finally going mad." Oh god, I knew I wasn't altogether sane at this point, but I had hoped to be a bit more stoic for a little longer.

Maybe.

Yep, yep. Mad. I'm already mad. For fuck's sake. What's next? Drinking my own urine? How long until I start eating bricks? It would absolutely ruin my teeth. I quite liked my teeth. The only thing I had been diligent about throughout this whole messed up timeline was brushing my teeth. They're going to be all crumbly. How am I supposed to find a dentist? How would-

Are you just going to ignore me then?

Oh god. What do I do. I should walk away. But- no, there's no fucking way I'm going to start keeping company with mannequins.

I'm walking away.