Our World Is Slowly Dying

Dani

"No, no, no," Charlie shouted. "This whole scenario is messed up enough without there having to be mysterious people popping in and out of the story."
Charlie stroked Wolf in between his tufted ears. He was a soft as a blanket and she tucked him into her arms.
Dani grunted and turned to Dexter.
"Ugh," Dani snarled. She looked Dexter up and down and put her hands in his hair. "We could do some adjustments. Your hair is disgusting. Well, I have some scissors in my purse-"
"No." Charlie interrupted. Dexter smiled at Charlie's frustration. "His hair is beautiful enough." She walked over and scrunched her fingers in his curly, matted hair.
"Eh, Dani?" Charlie asked.
"What?"
"You know you have a purse with your handy hair scissors and clearly room for your radiant red lipstick, do you by any chance have any food?"
"Why on earth would I give you a share of any chance of survival I get?" Dani snapped and lifted up her nose.
"Dani!" Dexter snapped.
"Oh, what do you see in this little brat? She's just another annoying child to feed, never mind her dumb dog."
"She's probably braver than you and me put together." Dexter replied.
"She's got this far, I've got this far. I'm not impressed."
"She lost her father and her brother."
"I lost my mother and my father."
"She splits any food she gets with her dog because she's so caring."
"Look is this a competition?" Dani shouted.
"Why are you here?" Dexter asked.
"I've come to make you an offer."
"What kind of offer?" Charlie asked. Dani scowled at her.
"I have a place. Far from here. We have homes, food and water, kids and adults. We need you."
"Why me?"
"You can protect the place from the infected. You're my brother for god's sake. I miss you." She influenced.
"Dani, that sounds amazing," Dexter turned to Charlie. "There's kids, you promise you won't scare them off?"
"Oh, ha. Ha."
"Excuse me?" Charlie and Dexter looked at Dani. She had her legs and arms crossed and she looked confused.
"I didn't say you could take the child and her mutt." She exclaimed.
"What? Why?" Dexter begged.
"Because I don't like her." She looked Charlie up and down. "See? Her hair is matted and unwashed, her shirt and jeans are muddy and ripped and her boots look like a forty year old man's work shoes."
"That's a reason not to take me?" Charlie asked, hurt.
"Precisely."
"You son of a bitch," charlie muttered under her breath.
"Well thank you but if there's no Charlie, there's no me, okay?" Dexter replied. He walked over and sat on the log Charlie was.
"Ugh," Dani was tapping her heals against the floor and chewing the antenna of her walkie talkie. She lifted it up to her mouth and pressed a button. "Not today, folks." She said and turned to Dexter. "Bad decision, brother."
She wandered off somewhere and her clipping heals were soon followed by the roar of an engine which faded into the distance as they returned to their town.
"Maybe you should've gone with them. At least one of us would be safe," Charlie admitted.
"I'd rather stay here with my buddy," Dexter smiled and nudged Charlie's shoulder.