Shelli stabbed her knife into the thing's back once more and hopped off just as a bullet whizzed into its jaw, ensuring that it was dead. She landed steadily on her feet. She studied the girl standing in front of her.
The girl had kept her gun up, pointed straight at Shelli's head. Shelli wondered why the girl seemed so defensive, and then realised that she was still clutching two bloody daggers. Shelli lowered her hands slowly, then dropped the daggers and kicked them away. The girl relaxed a bit, but kept her guns pointed to Shelli.
"Hi there," said Shelli, keeping her palms up and forwards. :"I'm Shelli. I live in that gorgeous house over there." Shelli flashed the pretty girl a smile, hoping she'd loosen up and maybe not shoot her. "Jk, I know it's shit."
"Hi Shelli," said the girl, still keeping her gun cocked. "I'm Julie." Shelli studied Julie, looking her up and down.
The girl was about the same height as Shelli, maybe an inch or two shorter. She wore her long chestnut hair in a flowing ponytail that amplified the delicate paleness of her skin. Her face was covered in dust, but beneath that Shelli could see some smudged eyeliner and streaks of black mascara. The girl was wearing mismatched clothes, all of which were either too big or too small for her. Her baggy cargo pants were secured at the top with a makeshift belt of bungee cord, and she wore a plain black shirt that, in all honesty, was more of a tattered crop top at this point. She carried a bulging backpack and had a knife strapped to her side.
"Julie, how long have you been out here?" Shelli asked.
"A while," Julie said cautiously, lowering her weapon a bit. Noticing this,, Shelli decides to proceed with her attempt to help.
"Julie, how long has it been since you've eaten?" said Shelli, hoping that Julie would assent to coming in.
