It's The End of The World (As We Know It)

"Zane and Marcello are dead, before you ask. I buried the bodies myself." she spoke simply, dryly, the words like blocks of ice clinking into a glass. Cold, detached, sharp. Her gaze was fixed on the horizon, waiting for the boy with the tank-car to appear like a magician's apprentice.

"I figured as much. I don't even know how I survived, I don't know why I hoped they had made it. I'm glad you made it though." Kyira rplied, her eyes glossy with tears she wouldn't let fall. Who knew that Kyira would be the weak one and Bella tough as nails.

The girl simply shrugged. Something in her eyes had changed; had aged. Perhaps it was pain, perhaps it was loss, and perhaps she was simply this way all along, and now no one was here to judge her for it. "I didn't make it. I just walked out anyways." she sighed, picking dirt out from under her fingernails.

"Either way I'm glad I saw you out there today. I never thought I would say this, but I felt lonely. Its weird to go from living with three people to waking up and having no one there with you. I still don't know what this world is going to be like, but at least I know one person from the old one." Kyira's demeanor was now more serious, her sadness fading to one of hope, what little she had left in her.

Bella raised a brow, "Old one?" she frowned, "Look, I don't know what you think has happened since the world went crashing around us, but it's not been a picnic. I'm not ready to jump right back into 'the friendship boat' just yet, okay? Survival comes first here. And occasionally, our survival means killing whoever is trying to stand in our way. Don't question anything you see me do out here. It's not your place to judge."

Kyira frowned. "Well if that's how it is, then I'll stay far out of your way."
Kyira turned and walked away, knowing full well any confrontation was going to result in someone dead. If there was one thing she knew, letting other people get killed by the creatures out there was what kept her alive this long. If they came here, she wouldn't let herself die now.
Once she was back in the store she got herself a backpack and began filling it with things needed for her survival.

Bella simply snorted, shaking her head. Kyira didn't know how much she had put into keeping herself alive. She was lucky that she hadn't quite become heartless enough yet to take the girl's years and add them to her own count. Her date was pretty far ahead of them both. Lucky bastard.

Mike pulled in, and turned of his car, exiting. "Alright, there's that then." He said as he removed himself. Walking to the trunk, he opened it and removed a large dufflebag. "Ait. Go ahead and shut the thingy, then." He tilted his head. "Also, ah, thanks for allowing me to crash here. Most people wouldda just left me to the things."

"I'm not as cold as I look. Besides, you look more useful than the last guy I killed." She stated nonchalantly, closing the door, "People with... abilities like ours are rarer than you think." Her eyes flashed down to his chest for a moment, then back up. He had quite a bit of time on him, too.

Mike blinked, then shrugged. "Eh. My abilities might be useful. I myself, however, am as useful as a sack of hammers. Comes with being a native Idohoan." He began walking to the inside of the store. "So, this town have a junkyard? Because I'm thinking about doing some scavenging, getting a crap ton of metal to reinforce this place even further."

She nodded, "Yeah, but it's got more of those things in it than you can count. It would kill all of us." she wiggled her fingers on her arm that was torn to shreds just moments before, "Including myself. I'm not that crazy yet. I've got a little bit of life I'd like to live." She glanced over his shoulder at the truck and turned back to the door, "Unless you've got any other bright ideas."

Mike grunted. "Well. Shit. Eh, metal's fairly common, I'll just look elsewhere." He yawned. "That, however, is something to deal with later. Right now, however, I think I'm going to go sleep. Been on the road for two days, kinda running on fumes."

She nodded along, "Housewares has some mattresses and sheets. Sleep in a proper bed, if you want." she chuckled, plucking dirt out from under her nails, "Trust me; it'll be one of the best sleeps of your life. You'll praise the mattress gods for it and everything."