A Choice

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Alina opens her eyes as she wakes and sees Persefoni's face. She smiles and then realizes that her arms are wrapped around Persefoni.
"What the," Alina's eyes flare up. Persephoni's eyes fly open and she looks into Alina's eyes. She pulls her hand from against Alina's stomach.
"I didn't touch your chest! I promise. Also, my hand didn't go in your underwear. I swear. And-" Persefoni's eyes go wide as Alina kisses her.
"Just shut up. Let's get dressed. We need to get moving," Alina gets up and moves to the closest grabbing the clothes she threw on the floor in it. She throws her t-shirt off and turns around, facing Persefoni, "what are you staring at? You need to get up!"
"Sorry! Your ass is so nice and perfect and your boobs are so nice. They must at least be D cups," Persefoni blushes and gets up, "I'll go get dressed."
"Good," Alina gets dressed and grabs her bag, putting it on her back. She walks out to the living room and hears crying. She goes into the room that Persefoni stayed in and finds her crying.
"Hey," Alina leans against the door.
"What?" Persefoni turns away from Alina.
"What's wrong?" Alina sits next to Persefoni.
"I thought about the difference between us. You are so badass and I'm not. I'm just a botanist. Plants are my thing. Survival is obviously yours. I don't even have a bag," Persefoni hides her face.
"I can fix the bag. And stay with me, you won't need to be a survivalist," Alina gets up and gets in the closet. She grabs a backpack and sets it on the bed. She moves half the stuff from her bag to the one for Persefoni, "here's your bag."
"Thank you Alina," Persefoni takes the bag and smiles again.
"You have a choice you need to make right now," Alina's face shadows, "do you want a fire arm?"
"Yes, I want a handgun. I know how to fire them," Persefoni nods her head.
"I will grab the .45 for me," she takes the holster off her belt and hands it Persefoni, "here is my 9mm. This will be your best friend if we are separated."
"Okay," Persefoni says as she follows Alina into the living room. She waits while Alina gets the .45 revolver and holster. When Alina returns she grabs her rifle and slings it onto her shoulder.
"Ready?" Alina asks. She gets a nod as an answer and she opens the door. The harsh sunlight blinds the two, and after a moment, the two start walking in a random direction. Away from safety and towards the unknown.

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