(Name) kicked the wooden door of the bar open as she ran from the zombies. She had four bullets and was following the unspoken rule of three for them and one for her if needed. (Name) ran a hand through her (h/l) (h/c) hair as she heard someone shouting at her.
"Duck!" A gruff voice rang out from infront of her. (Name) slid on her knees across the bar floor as a man with shaven blonde hair beat the ever-living shit out of the zombies.
"Are you alright Miss?" A different man with curly hair asked (Name) holding out his hand. She took it standing up and looked around the room. The curly haired man and the blonde man had been scouting for supplies or so it looked like.
"Are you guys okay? Little Rock heard the shouting.. Who's she?" A woman with dark brown hair asked running in with a preteen looking girl following her.
"We're fine, Wichita. She came running in from the zombies." The curly man answered. He nervously smiled at (Name) "I'm Columbus, and the man who just went apeshit on the zombies is Tallahassee."
The dark haired girl tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. "I'm Wichita, this is my sister Little Rock."
(Name) shoved her gun in it holster and nodded. "I'm guessing you don't do real names so I'll humor you. I'm (HomeTown)." She smiled at them and looked at the zombies. "Thanks for the help. I'm assuming you want me to leave now?"
The group of four looked at each other and Wichita spoke up first. "You can stay for a while. You know before you go back out there. Is anyone gonna be worried about you?"
(Name) shook her head. "I uh, I don't do people well. Well actually you guys are the first people I've seen who haven't been dead." (Name) sat on a bar stool and pulled her backpack off. "Everything I have is right on my back."
"Well, (HomeTown) you're welcome to come with us. We are staying in an abandoned house close to here." Columbus wrung his hands and looked at the other. They muttered noises of approval and (Name) smiled.
"Really?! Great!" She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.
"You are one peppy sonofabitch." Tallahassee mumbled as the five of them walked to the truck. He climbed in the driver's seat and nodded to the passenger seat. "You get shotgun, pretty girl." He smirked and looked in the rearview mirror. "Little Rock you get shotgun next."
(Name) climbed in the passenger seat and buckled up. "I haven't been in a truck since this started."
Tallahassee tightened his jaw and glanced at her. "Listen (HomeTown) you may be pretty, but you are still unnaturally peppy. What are ya the zombie apocalypse cheerleader?"
(Name) folded her hands in her lap and pursed her lips. "It's easier to be happy that I'm alive than mope because the world is dead."
Wichita jabbed Tallahassee with a finger and nodded towards (Name). "Play nice, Tallahassee, Jesus!"
The rest of the ride was filled with small talk. When they arrived back at "their" house it was dark. Tallahassee sat in the car as everyone else started to pile out to go to bed. As (Name) went to leave Tallahassee nudged her and pointed to the mirror on the visor. (Name) flipped it open and gasped.
"My precious face!" She gingerly poked the cut above her eyebrow and her busted lip. (Name) hissed and looked at her bruised face. "That's gonna be sore." She looked over at Tallahassee and flashed him a bright smile. "Thank you."
(Name) went to exit the truck again.
"(HomeTown)... You didn't get those from zombies did you?" Tallahassee tilted her chin and she seethed.
"No. But he's. He no longer suffers from personhood. You beat the shit out of his zombie." Tears started to form at the corners of her big (e/c) eyes.
"Holy shit, Girlie." Tallahassee wiped the tears from her cheek. "Let's get you cleaned up."
(Name) followed him in the house and stood in the doorway of the kitchen and watched him grab various first aid things.
"Sit." Tallahassee pointed to an armchair. He poured some alcohol on a rag and started cleaning her cuts.
"I hope this doesn't scar." (Name) clenched her jaw in pain.
Tallahassee smirked. "Even if it does you'll still be pretty."
(Name) blushed slightly. "Would Wichita appreciate all the compliments you're giving me?"
"Maybe if I was Columbus. She's his girl not mine." Tallahassee smiled at her and started applying Neosporin on her cuts. "This will help with the scarring." He cleared his throat and stood.
"If you'd like you can sleep in the bed with me. This couch doesn't compare to my arms" Tallahassee smirked.
(Name) grinned and kissed his cheek. "Maybe next time, Handsome."
