6 Years Later. (Anaeria and Methos)

The binoculars were old and cracked, not the best anymore that they had been when advertised ages ago. The day was perfect, both in that it wasn't too hot or too cold(unfortunately) and there wasn't any rain in sight, which was helpful. Bellydown on a hilltop overlooking a wilted field full of corn and, of course, the walking dead, Isanya O'Malley scowled hard and lowered the binoculars to focus cold, brilliantly blue eyes on the shambling monstrosities. Not even the animals on the planet liked the rotting corpses, though the birds, especially the carrion ones, seemed to like picking the jerky things and eating the flesh. She'd found over her studies that the animals who fought with and even consumed the dead didn't actually turn into them themselves. 'Which is a great thing since I'd hate to see a zombie crow.....that'd be more disgusting than the post-humans wandering around.' Full lips turned up into a sneer as one of the zombies staggered into another and the two began to what amounted to a squabble, jerky fists and gnashing teeth clicking in a nastily silent parody of a brawl.

She had a handkerchief tied up around her neck, which she shifted to cover her mouth and nose when the wind shifted, bringing the stench of decaying flesh to her even from such a distance. Luci, the Great Dane who lay beside her, snorted in disgust and earned a quiet chuckle from the prostrate woman, who reached out with a fingerless, gloved hand and absently ruffled her ears. The dog was massive, even for her kind, weighing nearly two hundred pounds of solid muscle, with a head longer than Isanya's forearm and teeth to match whuffed quietly at the gesture, then got up onto platter-sized paws and wandered to the steel-sheet-reinforced RV that served at the red haired womans home.

Isanya finally followed her dogs' example and got to her feet when the zombies a good half-mile away didn't seem to begin moving in their direction. The constant jaw movements of those undead things still unnerved the twenty-five year old, but she was more or less used to it. Slinging the submachine gun, she had no idea what model it was and only cared that the damned thing worked in a bind, over one shoulder by the strap she sauntered back to the RV, the binoculars laying against her full chest and the black tank top that ended just over her belly-button. Her skin was white, not because of a lack of sunlight but because she was just that way, and the white-washed jeans that hugged her figure from her legs to her combat booted feet showed off said figure were clean and well kept though it was maybe the third full outfit she actually had now. Tugging on the steel-spiked collar that Luci was wearing, Isanya urged the enormous dog up into the RV and turned to close the door, Luci made a u-turn and scrambled out of the vehicle with a deep, throaty snarl, effectively taking off the arm that had been reaching for Isanya and was getting a biiit too close.

Snatching up the axe, freshly sharpened and waiting by the doorway like it was supposed to, Isanya turned in time to catch the full, gut-wrenching stench of the nasty little zombie kid that had somehow managed to sneak up on her. Her axe-swing took it out at the throat, effectively severing the jaw-gnashing head from the staggering, ambling body and the corpse went down, Luci having bounded off a few feet ahead as the things....parents supposedly, arrived around the RV, the dog barking madly and false lunging at the things. “Goddammit! Luci! Chugainn!” Gaelic, for come back, the dog responded immediately and left off the two shambling corpses and returned to stand at the redheads' side, head down and teeth bared, deep growl reverbrating off the surrounding trees and brush like a drum. Setting the axe down since it would be useless to her unless the zombies got closer, Isanya grabbed the sword that she always carried slung over her back beside the gun, then shut the door of the vehicle once Luci had hopped into the RV. The door was rigged to lock automatically, and the door handle had been sawn off when the plague had raced over the world, leaving only the small hatch up on the top of the large vehicle to be opened fully. Luci's barking had attracted the Walkers from down the hill, the ones in the field, and they were now making their way up towards the RV, which had the scientist cursing silently as she stalked forwards fluidly to decapitate the two adult zombies. They had been in the way of the roll down ladder which led to the roof of the vehicle, and once she'd managed to get them out of the way, the horde was close enough for her to smell their stench no matter which way the wind blew. Climbing the side of the vehicle was easy, and it was a cinch to haul the rope ladder up and out of the way of the grasping, creaking things which had once been human beings.

Hanging into the hole in the RV, she reached down as Luci grabbed a belt full of six grenades, fully operational even after six years, then straightened up and slipped her bandana up over her nose and mouth, effectively hiding her two major orifices from splatter.

It took just a moment before she was pulling the pins and tossing the grenades as far as she could, the explosions quiet compared to the gun that she could be firing. It effectively took out the horde as it was approaching her RV, her having tossed the grenades so that they landed more or less in a straight line and exploded, sending shrapnel all over the place, but most of it going into the walkers coming up the hill. It made some noise though, and she knew she had to get moving soon or she'd be overrun. Gritting her teeth she pulled the gun over her shoulder and sighted down the barrel. It was much more powerful than a regular shot gun that she KNEW how to use, but she'd used the submachine gun already a few times before and was getting better with at least sometime aiming it at the right places. Generally. Her first round was met with the sounds of bodies falling, not because she got them all right in the heads but mostly because the damned gun's bullets took out heads and chests, making said chests explode in a manner that obliterated any way for the head to remain attached.

Six damn years and nothing ever seemed to get better. Zombies…. The damn things were everywhere. They seemed to roam the entire country, seeking to reap whatever remained of the living as they aimlessly shuffled about only seeming to respond to sound. The only thing he’d learned that even seemed somewhat helpful was the bloody things couldn’t swim. That was his master plan at the moment. He was going to the coast. There he’d find a boat and head for an island. Once the island was cleared of these damn walkers he could finally have some peace. Until then he seemed to have acquired a bunch of hangers on. First it had been a couple soldiers, then it had been another couple police officers and their wives. Damned if there wasn’t the better part of twenty of them trailing behind him now.

He always kept them well back. He was scouting ahead with two other men. And he was ready. These damn biters needed to bite his flesh to kill him and he’d be damned if he was going to give them the opportunity. He and his two compatriots were clad in black body armour from head to toe. With helmets over their heads leaving not an inch of flesh bare for those mindless hungry mouths. Each of them had an automatic rifle, a brace of pistols and a large axe a ruined firestation had provided those. Their SUV rolled down the road as they kept an eye on the road. It was strange that they weren’t seeing a single walker. He didn’t like strange, it tended to mean that something was going on.

Then he heard the explosions. He stopped the vehicle and then he saw he lit shot a flare. A sign to stop as he got out of the SUV and then hauled himself up onto its rough. He was a tall man, well over six feet in height. One of the men addressed him saying “Captain…that sounded like grenades…” He damn well knew exactly what it sounded like. Which is why his visor had been flipped up and he’d raised a pair of binoculars to his eyes. Gazing through them he remarked “Shit…” That was a lot of fucking walkers. They were warming around an RV like a horde of angry ants “An explosion that loud is going to bring every walker for twenty damn miles..” He might be exaggerating slightly.

He could see the steady spray of bullets picking off walkers. But they were so many. That RV was going to be over run if they did nothing. He hesitated for a moment and then he remarked “We get those people out of there.” It was the right thing to do. They walked forwards from the SUV and they stopped at the top of the hill. He pulled his fully automatic riffle from his back and then pulled it up to his shoulder. His companions did the same. He remarked “Lets cut them a path out of here.” After all he assumed there must be more than one person in the RV.

With that said a hail of bullets spilled forth from three riffle barrels. Walkers fell as a steady stream of bullets cut a swath through them from the hillside. They mowed down a string of walkers. They knocked down those closest too them and simply continued firing. Three trained soldiers simply picked off almost stationary targets with automatic high caliber weapons. It was a bloody masacre. But say one thing for walkers there were a fucking lot of them. Hence while they emptied a flip into the mindless mob it did little more than open up a path. But then that’s what they had set out to do. They cut a swath through them and reloaded.

“Up to them to get the hell out of there now.” He remarked simply enough as he turned and jogged back towards the SUV. “Hold here. Give them a chance to make a break for it. Walkers will follow but we’ll give them some encouragement to forget about it.” They wouldn’t really discourage them but they could certainly thin their ranks out to more manageable numbers. Shit they were all stirred up now if he didn’t all but obliterate them they’d be nothing but havoc on the rest of his merry little band. He grimaced as he wondered how the hell he’d been saddled with them anyhow. But apparently he was the last figure of any damn authority as far as the eye could eye. That meant he was supposed to know what to do. But damned if he hadn’t missed the classes on the zombie apocalypse at the academy.

The cavalry was on it's way. Apparently. Eyes widening slightly behind a pair of black wraparound sunglasses that were a size too big on her bandana covered face, Isanya whistled quietly as shots began to ring out a good ten minutes into her little assault on the small horde of nasties that crowded her RV. Luckily, her home on wheels was barricaded very well, sheets of steel covering what windows there were and most of the front windshield as well except for a small section that was meant for viewing in order to drive. After a moment of stunned shock, and pain since the recoil on her own gun was a bitch to deal with, the redhead let out a whoop as it slowly became obvious what the people were doing; trying to help her.

Sending another two rounds into the mass of bodies surrounding her RV, she yanked the last two grenades up, yanked the pins and tossed them once she was sure that her path was made and the living humans, guys who moved and seemed be able to fight like they knew what the hell they were doing, got out of the way. Tossing the grenades fairly far away, in the opposite direction of where she wanted to go, the sharp explosions momentarily distracted the walkers who were milling around and trying to climb her RV, failing miserably and yet too stupid to stop. Sliding into her RV via the roof access, she shut and bolted the top of it with a sigh, her dogs' head nudging her with another belt of grenades, older ones that she wasn't sure would work, and she issued a quiet command to desist as she hopped into the drivers' seat.

The RV started up like a dream, running silent except for a quiet purr of the engine, and when she floored the pedal, it was a monster of metal and thicker than average tires that shot forwards, rolling over the walking dead en-masse before she hit the pathway that her new 'friends' had made for her, the edges of her Rv, slim pieces of metal flattened and hammered at near neck level for an average adult, swiping and beheading several dozen 'grown' zombies as she drives out of the horde, the wheels spinning and kicking up some dirt as she hits the road and looks around for the men in question, their SUV in the middle of the road. Isanya grinned and whistled for Luci, who woofed, the sound deep and echoing in the RV. Leaving the engine idling, the woman headed for a box of nasty little goodies, some that she had made herself with little metal bits, and with a small sack full of them she slipped out the side door of her RV and headed for an open space at the side of the road where most of the walkers would be following very soon. Dumping her sack of small mines, remotely controlled ones, she scattered them roughly the length of the space that the worst of the horde would hit at and then bolted, waving her arms to make those black clad guys in the SUV get moving.

After a split second, she yanked her makeshift mask down off her face and hollered with a set of lungs any drill sergeant would envy "GET YOUR VEHICLE OUT OF THE WAY, THOSE'RE MINES!" Picking the remote up off her belt, she waved it at them as the stench of the undead made her gag, and she headed for her RV at a flatout run, the door at the side of it held open by the enormous dog. She had absolutely no idea that there was more than the people in the vehicle and she honestly didn't much care. It was survival of the fittest, and she was fit. As soon as she was behind her RV enough, and made sure the SUV was moved, plus the walkers were mostly bundled near the road and it's little fun toys at the side of it in the dirt, she detonated the mines and then grinned wickedly as body parts, all rotting in various stages, started flying as her little toys, filled with things like forks and knives, razors and bits of steel from her RV project, went flying, literally tearing dozen after dozen of undead zombies to pieces. That left very little in the way of those shambling fuckers. Enough to be easily disposed of thankfully.

((Sorry if I went a bit overboard there....))

He had his misgivings about explosives. Nothing seemed to draw the bloody walkers like loud sounds. Gun fire alone drew them like sharks to blood. Who knew how far away they would come when grenades were being set off? “God damn it.” he cursed while heading back to his vehicle as he heard two more grenades going off. Whomever they had rescued either had a fetish for explosives or was sufficiently scared of the number of walkers around them that were attempting to surround them that they were throwing everything and the kitchen sink at the mindless horde of undead. Subtle this was not. But he did watch walkers explode into tiny pieces and admittedly there was something rather gratifying about seeing that.

“Pity we couldn’t call in an air strike on these buggers. They just mill around all close together. Perfect targets really.” He stated toe his compatriots. They nodded although it was left unsaid that they doubted they’d ever see a functional plane again let alone a fighter jet or a bomber. Hell it would be hard enough finding someone who knew how to fly one let alone finding one and getting it to work. But when was their situation with supplies or anything else perfect these days? Hell they had lasted this long and that was almost miraculous…after all they came across fewer and fewer people out there. Six years of monsters trying to eat you at every turn had a way of wearing down the number of humans left as the lucky were being reaped leaving only the careful and the rather dogged survivors.

They’d waited by the SUV and then saw the RV start to rev to life and start up the hill. It took the walkers a while to realize that a change in direction was needed. As enemies went walkers really weren’t great with half-time adjustments to strategy. But eventually they seemed to realize that the RV they were attempting to surround was moving away from them and absent its presence they wouldn’t have any tasty humans to eat. Hence in their almost drunken stagger they began to shuffle after the RV in question. He and his men were laying in wait with rifles up. After all there were likely to be a hell of a lot of the things coming up the hill after the RV at this point they simply needed stopping.

He seemed surprised when the RV rather than simply driving on came to a stop. And his level of surprise seemed to elevate when the grenade chucker proved to be a female. He rather immediately yelled “What the hell are you doing? Keep going back a ways, we’ll stop the damn things here.” He stated as he hadn’t a clue what was in the box she was pulling forth. The answering cry that she was setting mines simply caused him to look at the other two as he remarked “Shit, get in the car.” And then as they all hastened into it, they didn’t even turn around. They simply sped back up the road in reverse as quickly as they could. He kept muttering “Back, back, back, back.” Although he didn’t think his driver needn’t the instructions.

The ground shook when the mines went off. At which point they stopped. There was a heavy cloud of smoke that had emerged from the explosions. “We’d better see that this crazy bitch hasn’t blown herself to kingdom come.” With that the SUV was put into drive and advanced back in the direction they had just fled. But they moved forwards slowly until they saw the form of the RV. Then the captain got out of the vehicle and started trudging towards it. Like faithful hounds the other two soldiers trailed a few steps behind him. As he peered through the smoke and asked rather loudly “Anyone still left alive?” After all he didn’t know how many people had been in the RV.

Luci slipped out of the RV as the mines went off, the enormous dog growling quietly as the noise and the explosions sent clouds of dust and body parts and bits sky high. Coughing, even through her bandana, Isanya grinned and wiped her sunglasses off as she peeks around the side of her RV. The guys who'd been in the SUV had gone a rather good distance, but she hadn't been able to get her own hulk of a vehicle out of the way and still remain within detonating distance of the mines; the battery in the remote was now deader than those things wandering around in the smoke and dust cloud. Shaking her head as the stench of decaying flesh splattered and blown to bits reached her nose and began a whole new assault, the redhead ruffled her dogs' ears and issued a quiet command to search.

The dog was truly a hulk; seemingly parts of every large canine in existence yet looking like a really freaking big wolf, the animal was smart as a whip and well trained indeed to protect her mistress, and the commands in Gaelic, an older than dirt language, were followed immediately. Nose low to the ground the dog moved forwards slowly, searching for any zombies that still moved. It wasn't hard to hear the SUV show up now, the groans and moans and wheezes of rotting dead guys now almost entirely wiped out save more maybe a dozen or so stragglers that hadn't hit the mines before they'd blown, and Isanya scaled her RV quickly, for once ignoring the rope ladder as she grabbed handholds in the chunks of metal that blockaded her windows and the like.

As the sound of Luci tearing into a walker sounded from just down the blown up hill came to her ears, Isanya tugged her bandana down off her face in order to holler back "Yup! Great to know you guys can take orders! I'd have hated to see you blown to bits like those fuckers over there!" Those words, or maybe it was her near-death encounter with a small horde, made her laugh, sitting down abruptly on the side of the RV with her legs hanging over limply as her dog came trotting back with a muzzle that was covered in gore and old bone fragments. A short, sharp bark followed by a silence then another one let her know that the zombies nearby weren't a threat anymore and she clapped her hands and smiled as the wind picked up and began blowing the smoke and dirt in the opposite direction until the SUV and it's occupants came into view.

Sliding her sunglasses up onto her head in order to see them better, emerald eyes squinted slightly and she grinned. If all else had failed she'd have been able to use one other little nasty surprise inside of her RV, but then she'd have had to go and raid a chemical plant, and for some reason the dead seemed to be thick around those areas she'd found. And with the wind directions constantly changing it seemed, she wasn't in any hurry to open her cannisters of concentrated acid. Hell the things were kept in a steel box at the very back of her RV, along with the glass and steel double layers for containing the nasty substance. Getting to the cannisters themselves would have been a bit of a struggle too since she'd chained the box down.

Once the smoke and dust had cleared, red eyebrows raised as the side of her RV came into clear....and rather disgusting sight. Dirt and scorch marks patterned her vehicle, along with splashes and chunks of gore and messiness from the things that she'd blown up. Shaking her head as she pushed off of the RV, she hit the ground easily, knees bending and then straightening as she looked around, her hand going to Luci's head and scratching behind her ears as the mammoth hound leaned against her and drooled to get rid of the taste of carrion meat. "Hey! Guys on your own?"

The three armoured figures had trudged up to the RV at a rather cautious pace. People sometimes had a rather funny way of being grateful since the end of the world. Hell they had been right odd about that sort of thing even before the world had gone to shit. But approach they did. Naturally enough they saw the dog which seemed to aspire towards being a horse. An odd luxury that a huge freaking dog, it had been hard enough to feed people of late let alone dogs. Not that they didn’t have their uses. But they made their way silently towards the RV until he’d yelled out to see if anyone had been left alive.

With all the damn smoke about he flipped up the visor of his helmet to get a better look around. With the visor removed dark eyes, tanned skin and a locks of light brown hair were visible beneath the rather darth vader like motif of the body armour. Relentless black may have been a look for Johnny Cash but it was not doing him any favours under the beating sun and a sheen of sweat was visible upon his brown. This of course was the downside of armour. It was bloody hot and tended to push one to the verge of dehydration on a hot day. On the other hand without it a zombie could bite you and you were dead…it wasn’t a difficult choice to make.

Following orders…..bah. He looked at the woman and responded rather simply “Seemed a good idea to get the hell away from the crazy woman seemingly intent on blowing herself and a horde of zombies into tiny bits.” He hadn’t lasted six years in this mess without a strong sense of self preservation. And getting away from explosions was just damn good sense. He glanced from the red headed woman to the giant dog and then back again. “Just you and the dog then eh?” He remarked casually enough. He didn’t seem to directly answer the question whether it was just the three of them. After all he’d hadn’t gotten much of a chance to get a read on her yet, other than that she seemed to be inclined to blow everything all the hell.

“You seem to have gotten the walkers all stirred up.” He observed in a rather matter of fact manner. “I expect all those damn explosions will bring more of them too. Ought to draw them in from hundreds of fucking miles likes a bloody summer fair.” This was clearly not prospect that he relished. But he gazed at the red headed woman as he remarked “So who are you? What are you doing? Seems strange to see a woman and a dog off on their own after all this time and fuck if they still had such things your damn RV looks like it needs a carwash in the worst kind of way.”

For the moment he offered no real information about himself aside from the glimpse of his face. Otherwise he seemed simply to inquire after her as though assessing her. But suspicion over the last half a dozen years had been a rather healthy thing. Most of the time there was something out there trying to get you. Even if it was just the walkers let alone something else.

The three guys who approached, one more in front of the others apparently being the leader of the little group, were entirely dressed in black, something that Isanya figured would be a stupid thing to do considering the heat of the day and whatnot. Her own outfit was by no means decent armour, hell it barely covered her at all, but at least she wasn't sweating like a roasting pig or collapsing from dehydration. A benefit of being light on her feet and very damned fast when she needed to be. The guys' questioning however, after he raised his visor, had emerald green eyes narrowing, and Luci, sensing her owners' sudden stiffness, began to growl quietly.

Patting her dogs' head gently to silence her, Isanya raised an eyebrow at the man in front of the other two and then smiled slowly, a bit coldly. "I may be crazy but at least I'm not going to die when I run out of bullets and can't run anywhere because I'm too dehydrated and dizzy to move." The sword over her back was proof that she had more than just the common grasp on how to use a gun, though her own gun had somehow managed to turn her arm black and blue from the shoulder down. Stretching it lightly, she jerked her head at her RV and then grinned "Of course those freaks'll be showing up...in the next few hours or days. This little pile of nasties is all there is within several dozen miles after all, I'm not a complete fool. Crazy, yes, an idiot? Not so much."

Ruffling her dogs' ears, she smiled and turned for her RV, the door left open slightly when Luci had slipped out. Her sword was readily available for use in case the three strangers decided they wanted her vehicle or something, and Luci was in need of a drink, so she shooed the dog into the vehicle and gave her a quiet order to guard before she circled back around and smiled at the three guys, hands on her hips. "I think the guys who so bravely showed up to rescue me should be giving out their own names first, don't you think? I was perfectly alright by the way...land mines aren't the only little toys I have available to me." Her tone grew slightly more caustic as she looked the man in the eye, her green meeting his darker ones steadily.

Then, not wanting, reeaaally not wanting to have to fight off three grown men who knew what they were doing with their weapons, and her own body more or less exhausted from blowing up and fighting off corpses, she blew out a breath of air to get some hair out of her face and introduced herself "'Name's Isanya. Just call me Isa. As for what I'm doing...I'm surviving, what else do you think I was doing? As for my RV, it's more along the lines of a mobile house, so I can't very well do much without it ya know? Besides...." Her mood, somewhere between wary and elated that she'd met up with a couple of living human beings after what was only about six months but felt like thirty years, give or take a decade, darkened considerably. "I don't do well in groups. They tend to turn idiotic and/or cannibalistic when supplies run out too fast. And you guys? Seem a bit loose for supplies and shit..." Looking over their SUV, then at the dark armour and weapons, her eyes narrowed and she smiled slowly.

"Seems you're a vanguard then. Got a little mobile commune or something behind us? Probably back a ways and hidden should something up here prove too much? I don't blame 'em." Lifting her hand to rub at her shoulder, she winced and then shook her head before turning towards her RV. If they had been alone, she may have risked asking them, maybe tell them her story/history, see if they were perhaps as crazy as she knew she was. But, if her little craziness panned out, then maybe....just maybe, they'd be able to save the rest of humanity. Doubtful, even to her own mind, but it was a maybe, and was something that she held onto with a grim purpose, the only thing that had kept her from taking her gun and blowing her own brains out some nights when the depression and loneliness got the better of her. "You're turn buddy, if we're gonna be friends and all that shit."

“I figure we have a choice of two problems. We can deal with ensuring we have enough water and stay in this damn armour. Or we can worry about the walkers getting us along with everyone else. When you come right down to it, I tend to worry a lot less about dehydration than I do zombies.” It was in his mind simply good sense. He shrugged slightly as he stated “Don’t know how those damn knights did it. Hauling around metal armour all day. This stuff isn’t so bloody heavy and its bad enough.” An odd aside but it seemed to have been upon his mind. He did have a large canteen strapped to his belt and he brought it up to his lips and took a rather long gulp of water and then another.

He glanced at her arm and commented casually enough “Looks like you managed to fuck your arm up.’ He grinned slightly and shook his head. “Been a while but as I recall people that have their ass hauled out of the fire didn’t use to stare at us sceptically quite so much.” He glanced at the two fellows with him as he remarked “Trying times I suppose.” His tone seemed to suggest that while he might not have expected anything better, he still found it disagreeable. “and you didn’t look so alright to me.” He stated rather levelly “Else wouldn’t have felt we needed to do anything about it. “

He didn’t seem to care for the way the woman seemed to be glaring at him. And for a moment things seemed rather tense. But eventually the woman introduced herself. He responded rather simply “A pleasure to meet you Isanya.” He shrugged “Damned if I know what anyone is doing these days. But I figure you can understand why we might be somewhat suspicious of strangers. There are enough of them that immediately want to steal from you. Hell some of them want to eat you for good measure. People have gone to shit. At least those that are left. There don’t seem to be many of them.”

He shrugged slightly “Vanguard eh? Makes it sound like I got a whole fucking army at my back. I’d say I wish but I hadn’t a clue how I’d feed that many mouths these days so its probably better that we’re scouting ahead. Yea, there are some more of us back there. Civilians too.” He smiled as he noted “We’ve been coming across fewer and fewer people all the time. Reason we tried to help save your pale ass. I figure there aren’t so many of us left. Doesn’t make sense to leave anyone behind if we can help it.” It was a rather pessimistic if somewhat noble sentiment. No abandoning humanity there just wasn’t enough left of it to waste. After a pause he stated “Except the canibals, fuck ‘em.”

But he gazed at her and remarked “I’m Luke Shepherd. Some of them call me Captain. Used to be one in the Army Rangers.’ He stated rather laconically. These fools are “Matt and John. Served with me back when there was still something of an army.” He looked at her for a rather long moment and then noted “Now I been dragging these two and the other down towards Florida. Far as I can tell these walker sons of bitches can’t swim. Means my plan is this. Find an island, clean it out and then settle these people there. You’re welcome to come with us or go on your way. If you cause trouble ‘fraid I won’t have much choice but to kill ya Isa but I would regret having to do so.”

It explained much that he was from the Rangers. That military group had lasted longer than more of the naval and the more standardized corps. Still though, the bases had managed to fall after the first year, the last one she'd made contact with having been Fort Knox of all places. Shaking her head as he spoke to her about killing her if she caused trouble, Isanya barked a laugh as Luci snarled from within the vehicle. "Heh...wow, you guys are all the same aren't you. Puffed up and yet oh so very noble." It wasn't even close to a compliment. Eyeing him, and his buddies, she frowned thoughtfully for a minute or so then crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head, her thoughts turned towards his remark on Florida.

"I wouldn't be going to Florida unless you want to go out in a hail of fire and bullets. There's a wildfire burning along the mountains there and the city, especially the city, are overrun, and the roads are all down thanks to some stupid mob gang called Red Skulls who think they can take back Florida city back ." Personally she figured that the name of the gang was something lame out of a cartoon or something, but whatever floated their boats at least. "I'm heading for a hospital. Any hospital that has a laboratory and equipment. Electricity might be out but I got some things I can do to make them work again...." Luke was certainly a caustic one, but she was just as caustic if she needed to be. However, it wasn't what she needed to be right now. His comment on her arm too had brought her attention to how much it fucking hurt as well, and her hand could only touch it lightly before she stepped forwards, palms up in a staying motion, showing she wasn't reaching for her own weapon on her back or the knife in her boot.

"Look, I'm not saying I'll join you guys, but how many are you for strength? People who can fight. I heard there was a ship just off the coast of Mexico but the entire place is too ruined, all of the ports are just gone." Shaking her head, she jerked her thumb at her RV and added "I heard there was another ship, just off of Vancouver Island that travels along the coast, it'll be hitting San Diego in the next month, and I need to be on it....there's hospital supplies there if I can't get into a land based one." She didn't elaborate on that, and instead changed the subject. "Look it's getting late and this place reeks. There's a lake about twenty miles that way that's got some good points for surveillance, lots of fish and clean water. I don't mind sharing what I have with your group in the way of food and medicine and the like, I am...well, was a doctor before the shit hit the fan in terms of the world ending for humanity. So if any of yours are sick or something I can help somewhat." Isanya purposefully didn't say she could heal those who were injured; degrees in medicine were nothing against the disease that made the dead walk after all, anyone bitten was a dead man, woman or child walking and that was that.

Scratching her head with her good hand, the redhead shrugged "It's all up to you of course Luke, since I'm obviously the one outnumbered. I don't cause trouble, I just tend to finish it in ways that'll shock the hell outta you. Probably."

He didn’t really seem to care what she thought about him or his affiliations in the past. He shrugged as he remarked “Guess I could say all the Irish are crazy but don’t see that that changes anything.” He considered what she had to say about Florida. He inquired “You hear that or did you come from there yourself?” He rather levelly stated “After all I’ve had people tell me Chicago, Indiana and Minneapolis were where to go to seek safety. Turned out all three of them were abandoned shit holes full of walkers.” He shrugged slightly “I hear lots of thing that seem to promise some kind of shot at safety. Never really seems to amount to much.”

He looked at her for a rather long moment as he stated “What the hell do you think you can accomplish with hospital supplies anyhow? Right now it isn’t cancer or heart attacks that are killing people. Its zombies. There isn’t any cure for that besides a bullet right between the eyes.” He looked at her rather curiously. “I imagine we’ll pass by a hospital soon enough. There used to be quite a lot of them.” he stated rather levelly. “Although I can only imagine what kind of condition they are in now. People were taking refuge in them towards the end. That did not go well.”

He seemed to consider whether he should answer her question as to number. “Six of us were soldiers. There are another four who were cops or militia.” He seemed to consider there to be effectively ten that he could rely on. “The rest were civilians. I’ve trained them all man women and child to use guns but still…when they fight they’re desperate not professionals.” He said evenly enough. “But we’ve been able to handle everything we’ve come across. Played it smart and careful along the way.”

He looked in the direction she pointed and nodded. “They’re enough light to get there and set up camp. It would be nice to have a place with fresh water. If the fishing isn’t bad fresh meet wouldn’t be unwelcome either. Let everyone rest up for a few days, hunt gather supplies.” He didn’t seem all that interested in what she could do for people medically. “Might be some who have complaints but most of those with health conditions aren’t with us anymore. Only the strong have survived.” He was decidedly non-committal about chasing after ships but when it came to some practical like where to camp he seemed rather positive. He turned back to the SUV as he remarked “We’ll see you there.”

"I'm coming up from Mexico. You know, that whole country that's swarming with them after the Evac notice went out full bore? Yeah, someone let in somebody with a bite." Shaking her head as he told about some of the major cities. She knew all of those places were dead zones, not to be gotten anywhere near nevermind gone into. Not without a freaking tank and a blow torch and a death wish at least.

Luke's comment about promises and the like had the redhead smiling slightly, bitterly. She knew all about promises, even before the damned world fell apart. Promises weren't something she made, and anyone who promised her anything? She didn't believe. Ever. It was safer that way, and if somehow that promise was kept? Well then she was pleasantly surprised, but it didn't mean anything. Luke's question to her about medical supplies went unanswered until the were headed back to their respective vehicles. As she reached up to begin hauling herself to the top of the RV, she turned and called back "I need a hospital with resources because I know how to permanently kill millions of those motherfuckers in less than two weeks. See you at the camp site!"

Playing it smart and careful, that was how she mostly rolled nowadays too, though sometimes, like today, she'd just had to bring out some weaponry and take her slightly condensed frustrations out on something, and what better way to kill than in a rage, right? Not that she'd even been to ticked off to really, no, this time around she'd mostly just wanted to knock some dust off her weapons and make sure they still worked, though she really had not intended to get mobbed like she had. Climbing to the roof acess, since the side door was shut and sealed, she opened it and slipped inside of her mobile home.

Luci greeted her enthusiastically, snuffing a cold, wet nose up under her shirt and over her arms and the like until the woman pushed her away with a laugh. "Good girl Luci, go lie down, we're on our way again." Since her vehicle hadn't shifted out of idle, she shifted gears easily and headed for the campsite that she had spent nearly a week in herself until she'd come across the farm house. It had almost been too easy in fact to hunt and forage; there was berry bushes in season, and an old, twisted but healthy apple tree too that held a ton of ripe fruit. She'd canned some apple sauce and made some desserts that were even now sitting frozen in her solar powered freezer. Her RV had been diesel once, but had been switched over to canola oil long before the end of the world occured, she'd hated it up until the oil had somewhat run out.

Of course, that meant that when she saw a canola plant, she had to harvest it and make her own oil nowadays, but the RV ran smoothly most of the time and she didn't have to scavenge too close to the cities and towns in order to find anything but food and clothes. Shifting in her seat, the comfortable fabric having been worn away and replaced by slightly itchy wool by her own hand, Isanya pulled into the camping area a good two hours earlier, having driven slowly so the rest of the pack of strangers could catch up well enough to see where the hell she was going.

Parking in a shaded spot by some tall pine trees close to the lake, she turned off the engine and climbed out to watch the motorized mini-village arrive and arrange themselves to their liking. Luci, the adorably huge hound, sat at her feet and yawned, finding no problem with the people who were pulling in and making themselves comfortable. The lake wasn't humongous, it was a fair sized one though, fed by several small streams and fish were plentiful, trout and perhaps salmon at different times of the year. Birds were also plentiful and she'd nearly managed to get a young buck during her stay here too, though she'd had to let the animal go since her freezer was full, and her pantry had plenty of cow jerky from one of the roaming cows that had somehow managed to survive after those rather hideous cattle farms had broken down, letting loose thousands of animals, who had formed herds that now moved freely wherever there was grass and edible greenery. To be honest, Isanya had to be honest with herself, this Luke guy seemed to be really well put together, and not just in the physical sense. He had an odd sense of humour, something needed for this world nowadays, and his leadership was obviously taken fairly well as she observed while the group set up camp as the sun began to lower towards the mountains.

Luke and his entourage had rolled up to the lake in question and then he’d seemed to set everyone to work. He’d looked around for about three minutes and then he sent two men up a hill to keep a look out. She’d see that two more pairs of men were sent to take a turn outwards from the hill in opposite directions. Both to scavenge, hunt and ensure that their weren’t any walkers in their immediate vicinity. Out of one the Rvs that his caravan had a half a dozen fishing poles were broke out. He had half a dozen of what one suspected were his civilians at the lake in no time seeking to catch their supper. He sent the rest of them to pick berries and apples. He’d pulled off his helmet and dumped the rest of his canteen over his head as his set his people to work like a human cloud of locusts.

He seemed to pause for a moment as he watched everyone at work. That light brown hair was left drinking as undoubtedly cool water had slid down into that body armour as well. Rather purposefully no doubt as it had been something of a hot day. But after that he made his way over towards one of the Rvs and seemed to haul out a rather large device that he dragged over towards the lake. With buckets he fed water into it, so like as not it was a rather large scale water purifying. He seemed to do that for a while before people began to show him the fish that’s they’d caught, the fruit they had collected and soon his men were wandering back in from their patrols. One pair of them had shot a turkey of all things.

No one had really seemed to resent that he was firing off instructions. Likely because he was telling them to do entirely sensible things. Gather food, watch for walkers or other humans. Search the area, fish for fresh meet. After six years of desperate living these things had sunken in to being a sensible routine. Find as much food as possible and make sure things are safe. Nor did he really seem to go about it in an imperious way. Just like there were chores that needed doing and they had to divide them. Not because he personally wanted it to happen just that it needed doing.

He seemed to nod his approval and take in all the news with apparent good humour. He took a few of them aside and pointed up at the hill where they’d set their watch. Arranging for the sentries to be changed. But as the work seemed to get done cooking took over. At which point the seemed less preoccupied even if it was getting dark. Evidently his culinary expertise was one thing that was not deferred too. But with everything seemingly well in hand he seemed to walk over towards her vehicle. He walked over with his helmet tucked under one arm. His weapons still slung over his shoulder and his armour still on.

But he looked at the red headed woman for a rather long moment as he remarked “Mexico huh? Heard it was bad there myself.” He stated rather simply as he sat down upon a rather large rock. “Doesn’t surprise me that things went to hell there. Mexicans couldn’t run their country when it was full of the living let alone the undead.” He smiled slightly and lofted a brow to her. “So what’s you deal? Pretty red headed thing with a big dog and a lot of explosives.” He grinned slightly as he noted “Can’t say that much is normal anymore but that doesn’t even seem normal for here and now.”

With the smell of food in the air, Luci whined and wagged her tail, looking up at her owner, who smiled and nodded, placing two fingers to the dogs' nose and pointing in the direction away from the camp and the sentries. The enormous dog lumbered to her paws as Luke sauntered over and slipped into the forest around them silently, out to hunt her own food. The dog was good at what she did, not needing or seeming to need another pack mate so long as she had Isanya as her Alpha, and with directions, the dog would remain in that side of the territory, hunting up rabbits and squirrels and the like, and then coming back near dawn to sleep. If she found nothing, she would nudge Isanya awake or come to her if she were already up and about, and the redhead would feed her. The two were very good as a unit, and they had survived the six years together that were needed in order to have lived this long.

Chewing on a chunk of beef jerky, Isanya considered Luke's opening words and smiled slightly, not wanting to really say any more. She'd been laughed at enough as it was. Opening the door of the RV, which she had propped open with a stick, she pulled some small folding chairs out and set them up, waving him over to one to take a seat and relax if he wanted to while she did the same. Her gun was in the RV, but her sword remained slung over her back until she went to sit down and pulled it off, letting it hang over the back of her chair and within easy reach still as she kicked her boots off.

While the people around the camp had been getting ready, she had been using some buckets of water and had scrubbed most of the gore and body bits off of the RV, three buckets full of nasty water waiting nearby for her to dump out against a tree later, away from the fresh water source that was entirely drinkable. "Yeah, Mexico was bad before the dead started to walk but.....it got right royally nasty after a while. Turns out, in a pinch of life or death, even those damned drug cartel people can pull together in order to survive. At least after the first three or four gangs got massacred. They held out a fair while until someone came in with a bite or a scratch, I'm still not sure which, and then it went all downhill from there." Shaking her head, she picked another piece of beef jerky out of a carry case attached to her hip and offered it to him if he wanted a piece. "Hickory smoked, managed to bring a cow down about three months ago, took me a week to figure out how to smoke the meat without burning it or making it too salty to taste."

Giving herself some time to think then, Isanya turned her head to look out over the lake, a fish splashing in the distance the only sound beyond some night animals and a bird or two settling in to sleep. After a minute she responded "My deal....Heh, I wish I had one. I worked with the government before all this happened. Secret shit, all hush-hush you know....my facility, I ran it, I was in control of a controlled environment. And...between one day and the next, I was the only surivivor in a town gone completely loony." Shaking her head, she brushed some hair back out of her face and laughed, the sound without any actualy amusement. "I probably sound like half the people you talk to. In the mean time, I'm trying to survive. And finding a hospital with at least the chemicals I need, that's the tricky part to my whole survival thing." Unsure if he'd heard her last comment before they had gotten into their respective vehicles earlier to head to the campsite, she stopped talking abruptly and became wary as one of the guys wandered over to ask Luke about what he wanted for the turkey once it was cooked.

“Gangbangers…” He stated rather dismissively. “I suppose they were marginally better than the mindless fuckers we have to deal with now.” He stated as he took another rather large swallow of water. He looked at the jerky for a moment and shook his head. “I used to like jerky.” He stated rather idly. “Then we started drying and salting everything.” He smiled rather ruefully “Now I can’t say I would be sad if I never ate another damn piece. Christ if that cow was here I’d tear a chunk out of it just toast it with a bit of flame and eat it just like that.” He grinned and noted “While I’m imagining things what I wouldn’t give for a few cold beers that haven’t gone bad to go along with it.”

“Most towns went completely loony. Hell all of them did. Some just took longer than others.” He stated rather casually. “I was in Vegas with those two yahoos you met earlier when things went down.” He rather laconically inquired “You ever seen Elvis trying to bite someone’s face off?” He shook his head slightly as he muttered “Wasn’t quite the week end any of us had in mind. By the time we got ourselves home everything had gone to shit. Looking all over for our families, trying to call parents, brothers sisters. But who the hell knows anymore…everyone is just dead. Damn near everyone anyhow.”

He peered at her a moment and noted “If you think you can do something with a hospital. I’ll see if I can’t find you one. We have a lot of maps. Seems like an odd thing to have kept right? But the strange thing is maps, batteries and GPS…don’t go bad. Makes it easy to find fuel too you know? I wouldn’t fucking trust them for directions as they act as though the bridges are still good, the highways clear and cars aren’t piled all over the damn road. But hey the gas stations haven’t picked up and gone anywhere.” He observed idly. “Figure the hospitals are much the same.” He made a face as he considered “Though we’ll have to try to find out they stuck out on the fringes of the city. I don’t really care to wade into the downtown of anywhere bigger than Mayberry these days.”

He saw someone walk over and ask him what he wanted for turkey once it was cooked. He glanced over at Isa and then rather casually remarked “Breast meat of course.” He observed “Haven’t had turkey in a while.” But having placed his order he turned back to the woman and then inquired “So you sticking around a while?” He asked in a curious manner. His dark eyes seeming to scrutinize her as he spoke. “Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing have some sort of doctor around.” He chuckled softly “Some of them seem to find it rather reassuring.”

The guy nodded and headed off to relay the order for breast meat from the bird. Isanya raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment on his choice of food, or wording of it. She didn't mind his wording, but she did end up with a small smile on her face as he questioned her about joining them and nodded slowly. After all, he had just told her that he had maps and the like, the one thing she really did NOT have in her arsenal of explosives and food and the like. "I think I may hand with you guys for a while....might as well, I mean it's not like I really have anywhere to go for the next month or so, and I might change my mind about the ship anyways."

Shrugging her shoulders, she relaxed considerably now that her mind was made up. Luci, out in the forest, caught a rabbit and set to work eating it, tearing the guts and whatnot out and eating everything. After she finished her meal the enormous dog caught a squirrel and then headed back to her packmate, coming out of the shadows on huge, yet silent paws around the RV. Bumping into Isanya's arm, the large hound rumbled a greeting as the redhead patted her head, not in the least surprised to see her show up out of nowhere. "Did you eat well Luci? Good girl...."

The dog, liking the scratching behind her ears, turned to look at Luke and woofed a greeting, thickly furred tail wagging as she got to her paws to go and say hello to him, Isanya smiling slightly "If you scratch her ears she'll love you forever, but she'll only obey me, so getting her to follow your commands'll probably be hard until she gets to know you.....she's a damned good fighter though, saved my hide more times than I can count. Apparently those damned undead sons of bitches won't go after her, maybe she's too furry for their delicate tastebuds or something." Shaking her head at her little attempt at humour, the redhead offered him a smile.

The forest around them had grown dark by now, and she was relaxed for a minute or two longer before she got to her feet and motioned for him to join her. "C'mon inside, I got a solar generator that powers my fridge and a small freezer, you can take what meat you want for the group and share it out, I might as well help out somehow right?"

He nodded as the woman indicated that she thought she’d stick around for a while. Bit of a loose cannon but seemed like she could very well be useful. He smiled to her although he said nothing beyond “Good.’ His expression when she mentioned ships suggested that he hadn’t grown any less sceptical of their existence than when she’s raised the matter before. Six years of the world ending did wear a lot of scepticism into a man.

He smiled as her dog returned and then wandered over to him. He reached out towards the dog and scratched it at the base of the ear as he murmured “Good dog.” He applied a bit more scratching to below it ear and stroked its head rather fondly as the rather large dog sat there in front of him. He chuckled softly as he noted “I suppose there is no accounting for the tastes of the dead.” He noted as he remarked “Is a bit strange that they seem to pursue humans exclusively as opposed to any other animal though. You’d think such mindless creatures would go after one or the other indiscriminately.”

It had grown rather late, and he saw her motion for him to join him as she seemed to offer to show him how her RV was set up. He nodded his head and rose upwards to his feet. He strode over towards her and he loomed over the shorter woman. But he approached her and coming near he slipped his arm around her waist and drew her closer to his own still body armoured form. He pulled her up against him and then leaned downwards as his head tilted in and he kissed her rather heatedly. His mouth crushing down against her own

He grinned slightly as those dark eyes gazed down at her. There was a slightly mischievous look about him as he murmured “Can’t say I’m particularly interested in what you have in your freezer.” But as his form pressed to hers he added “Course that could be just that I have other things on my mind entirely…”

The kiss was entirely unexpected, and utterly shocking to Isanya, whose eyes widened as she felt his arm slip around her waist and his lips come down on hers. Her mind spun in circles for a long minutes; her hormones going berserk as the first guy to willingly touch her in years kissed the daylights out of her, her head telling her to kick him someplace and make him back off and her body gearing up with her hormones and pretty much rolling over and begging for more. Feeling her nipples bead and her core grow warm, the redhead registered his look and snapped out of the short daze he'd put her in. Damn but the man could kiss.

Even though she wanted a hell of alot more from him than a kiss, she could not, and would not, risk it. He didn't know about her involvement with the disease's creation. And when he did, he'd look at her just as every single person she'd met up with and divulged that little secret, with disgust and hatred, as if she had been the one to unleash this toxic massacre on the human population. Looking up at him, the woman smiled slightly, almost appologetically, then pushed him back lightly. "I'm afraid....my freezer is going to be the only thing you're going to get. I don't mind fightin' with you Luke, hell kissin' and hugging and petting is all well and good too, but don't. Do NOT get any attachment to me. I've done a hell of alot more things in this life, before and after the civilized world fell apart, that'd make your blood run cold. I don't need the drama...and neither do you."

Stepping up into the RV, she mentally shoved her libido back into its cage in her head and began to pull out steaks of varying sizes from the freezer, dumping them into a cooler to be brought out to disperse amongst the group. True, she liked this guy, but Luke was military. He was also just as much of a loose cannon as she was, just in a different manner and she had no wish to get involved further than travelling with this group of survivors. Especially not with her own suicide mission planned out so long as she could reach a CDC or a hospital....or heck, even a lab in a school, though she'd have to jimmyrig some of the equipment to make it work better.

Having to pause as a flush of heat ran through her, Isanya stopped dumping loads of cow and wild bird meat into the cooler and rested her head on the freezer door lightly, her lips thinned out. It seemed her libido was acting up more and more the harder she tried to drive it away, and that just was not fun. She wasn't a prude. Hell, she could walk through the camp stark naked and not care if people talked, but she wasn't one for physical contact much, and anyone who touched her generally ended up with broken bones. To have a reaction besides disgust to someone was rare for her, and to have it be LUKE of all people? The guy she'd fought with less than ten hours ago and nearly blown to smithereens, sniped at him and postured like a freaking angry cat or something when he'd questioned her? It was nuts. Sheer, unadulterated craziness.

He felt her slight body pressed up against him and he tasted the sweetness of her lips. He grinned slightly as he noted the dazed look that came over her. His head tilted into her as his lips were locked with her own. He kissed her in a demanding fashion as his hand drifted down from her lower back to grope her ass. His fingers pressing into her in a rather greedy fashion as his body leaned in towards her own.

He watched her smile to him and then push back against him as she assured him that the only thing he would be getting into was her freezer. He lofted a brow to her as though to silently inquire why exactly that would be granted that she hadn’t exactly responded unfavourably to being kissed. “Well you might very well be afraid. Seems like you’ve been on your own for a while.” He stated reasonably enough. He stepped a bit closer to her as he offered her a rather bemused look. “Attached to you eh?” He gazed at her and his hand raised and toyed with a strand of reddish hair.

“I kissed you Isa, didn’t propose to you.” He stated in a rather teasing tone. He shrugged as he remarked “I expect we’ve both done some things to survive we aren’t particularly proud of. But that’s the world these days.” He drew close to her once more and he slipped his arms around her waist. He pulled he back towards him as he remarked “Now you could easy enough have died today. And if not today it could be tomorrow. Such is the world we live in.” He’d note briefly that she actually had stored a lot of meat in that freezer.

“There aren’t so many good or pleasurable things left in the world.” He stated as his hand drifted over her side. His fingers straying over the curve of her body. “The food sucks, the pay is lousy, and they haven’t come out with a good movie in six years.” His hand reached around her to press down the top of the freezer. His mouth brushed against her ear as he noted “But whatever this existence is, its one where I can still bend you over this freezer…and for a few hours neither of us need think about anything else.”

A short flare of temper flashed in her eyes as he told her she was scared, and Isanya frowned thoughtfully for a long minute before she felt his arms slip around her waist again, his breath warm against her ear. About to push him off once more, she shuddered slightly and somehow ended up laughing quietly at his teasing about the kiss earlier, the sound low and rich in the RV. "If you'd proposed I'd have packed up and moved by now, not stayed to share." Her hands, seemingly on their own will slid down to his, not stopping him as he touched her.

His hands moving on her were warm, almost hot against her clothes and the patches of bare skin that her shirt didn't cover, she could feel the heat through her clothes and sucked in a shivery breath as she listened to him, and god help her, she wanted to give in too damn badly. It wouldn't hurt to have a night of fun right....?

Moving her hands out of the way as he shut the freezer lid, Isanya shivered and then gave in. His argument was just too good, and she really had been expecting, deep in her mind, to die today with that horde. It hadn't been pleasant, unlike how his fingers traced over her body. Turning in Luke's embrace the redhead leaned up and pressed her lips to his with a quiet groan, more like a whimper, licking and nipping at his lips and tasting him on her own power this time. God he tasted good. His scent was also amazing, though he hadn't bathed and still wore his armour. "Stop talking already....If we can't wait to get to know each other a little then I know a more comfortable space to have some fun."

Smiling as she pulled back, Isanya licked her lips and stepped away from the freezer, her hands sliding from Lukes' to pull at the bottom of her shirt, tugging it up and off her body to reveal that she wore no bra underneath while she headed for the bedroom area of the vehicle. Her room was spacious, very little in it to show her true colors beyond a few boxes and some rather intimidating looking steel crates locked shut. The bed was a queen sized however and very comfortable, and she started off her stripping by bending to undo her boots to get them off.

Luke grinned slightly as he remarked “I suppose I’ll have to keep that in mind if at some point I need to be rid of you.’ His tone continued to be rather teasing. He felt her hands slide down to his own. Those soft hands pressed to his own as his fingers began to explore her body. His fingertips pressing into her as they found patched of bare skin. Pressing into her as they roamed over her in a rather familiar fashion. His hand lingering upon each curve as he felt it for the first time.

He felt her shift as she turned around to face him. He grinned to her and then returned the kiss she delivered to his lips. He heard her moaning sweetly into his mouth as his arms tightened about her lithe waist. He drew her into his rather solid form and she’d feel herself crushed against that body armour. Indeed he likely smelled of sweat, smoke and bullets given how he’d spent the later part of his day. But he tasted her lips and his mouth lingered there. Pressing to those pillowed forms.

He grinned slightly “Oh you wait to wait eh?” He chuckled softly and sound rather teasing. But he watched her step away as she pulled her shirt upwards and displayed her naked torso. His eyes lingered upon her naked breasts and his eyes had a rather hungry look to them. He watched her head into the bedroom area and he watched her stripping. He whistled as she bent over and then seemed to recall that he was clearly overly encumbered for what he had in mind himself.

Gloves were pulled off his hands first and then the rather heavy belt that he wore around his waist was undone. The belt with its canteen, pistols, ammunition, flashlight, compass and other gear was set down rather carefully. Then with a bit of squirming he pulled the armour upon his torso up and over his head. He set that down atop his other gear and then leaned forwards to undo his own boots. He unbuttoned the armoured leggings he wore as well and then slipped them off. As the pile of armour grew he was left standing there in t-shirt and a pair of track pants which he’d worn under the armour. He stripped away the t-shirt and then pants and boxers in a rather casual fashion.

His skin perhaps lacked the tan aside from the face one might expect in these summer months. Likely from wearing all that armour far too often. But he cut a rather impressive form. His body solid, seemingly sculpted from stone in manner that his muscles were rigid and defined. But a certain natural athleticism, wearing heavy body armour, hard living and no particular abundance of food perhaps made it rather easy to say in rather good shape. His eyes had turned to her, straying over the red headed woman’s form. His prick stiffened and he stepped towards her, a wolfish smile gracing his lips.

Isanya licked her lips, smiling at his teasing as she tugged off her boots and proceeded to slid her pants down and off of long, toned legs. The redhead liked the effort that he put into pulling his own armour off, and slid out of her underwear while she watched him pull his clothes off, the pile of armour and such very impressive indeed.

Taking a seat on the bed, the woman lay back on the clean blankets and sheets, watching Luke while he stripped down to nothing and then letting her eyes linger over his naked body as he stood still for a minute. Just watching his cock stiffen, she let a smile curve her lips, eyes going hooded as a flush spread to her cheeks. "Heh, you're a joker there, let's see how serious you can get though."

When he stepped forwards, his dick leading the way, she got up off the bed and undid the elastic in her hair, letting it fall loose to her ass while she met him in the middle of the room, her hands touching his chest, sliding along sculpted, hard muscle, a complete contrast to her own softer curves and lithe body. He seemed built for endurance, fighting and speed, a perfect combination to her own mind, and as she pressed her lips to his again, aggressively going after his tongue with her own, nipping and suckling while her hands explored him, remaining above his hips as she tasted and memorized his mouth with her own.

She was wet, she realized somewhat calmly, and hot and needing him inside of her even as she wanted to take her time to explore him. "So how do you want to start out then....bent over..."She trailed her lips along his throat "Missionary..." She nipped his collarbone gently then licked the spot "Show me how you want me."