Maybe we can be friends?

SO....ARE WE OKAY?

Rue put her head in her hands and groaned. "I'm sorry for being such an ass, I just hate remembering things like that," Newt patted her on the shoulder, "I'm sorry for being so intrusive, I just missed being friends with someone, I used to be so bubbly,". The two sat in silence, letting each other's pasts weight down. "What would you have done? I mean if the world hadn't gone to shit, what would you have done?" Rue asked lowly. "I always wanted to be a teacher, for toddlers or something like that,"
"I would've gone into the fire fighters or police, you know, something in the forces,"
The two stood up and started a very long walk back to the warehouse. The weather was decent, no storms were approaching but it wasn't really warm. The wind whipped around and bit at the tips of their ears.

The warehouse seemed to be empty, but they weren't sure. Rue cocked her gun and approached the door, careful to avoid being obvious. Newt hid behind her shoulder, she kicked the door down. Two stumbling corpses groaned an inhuman groan and shuffled closer, hands out reached. Newt gagged at the stench of rotting flesh and dried blood. Rue aimed and fired at the undead enemies, shooting them in the head. Newt felt something on his shoulder and yelped, moving out of the way and to the side of Rue. The elder of the two turned round and cocked the gun again. A zombie managed to whack the gun out her hand and it flew to the floor. The two started to walk backwards, trying to get the gun back. Rue tripped over Newt's feet and she came crashing to the floor. "Sorry!" Newt apologized.
"Hold them off, I'll get the gun!" Rue yelled and started crawling to the gun on the floor.

Newt made a taunting sound and ran to the corner of the room. The zombies turned their attention to him, shuffling faster forward and groaning louder. 'oh crap' he thought and attempted to keep taunting them. Just as they were closing in on him, Rue grabbed the gun from the floor and shot the two in the head. Both bodies fell forward and collapsed around Newt's feet, a wave of pain exploding in the boy's ankle as a zombie came down on top of it. "You okay?" She asked, moving closer. Newt nodded and smiled. "We really need to teach you how to defend yourself," Rue chuckled. The two barricaded the doors and both laid down in the corner of the room, holding on to each other for warmth. Falling asleep wasn't easy, but, they managed to do it eventually.

In the middle of the night, Rue awoke to Newt shaking her arm. "Salamander, I'm trying to sleep," she grumbled. "It's pretty important," he squeaked quietly. Rue sighed and sat up: "What?" She asked. Newt gulped and pulled up his trouser leg, a wound gushing with blood and a sheer white bone poking out.

"I think I've been bitten," he whispered.