It had been a full two days since Jack had picked up the strange woman who pulled a gun on him in Boston, but since then, things had been running unnaturally smooth for the survivors. They had only stopped for essential things so far. Refilling the tank, personal care, and looting whatever was left at a local drug store on their way to Kingston. But wasn’t what made him happy, it was just being around Emma herself that made the days a little less grim.
The first few hours, they hadn’t said much and Jack just drove through the night while Emma snoozed on the seats. But after the first day, they had barely stopped talking, it was insane. It was almost as if they hadn’t gone through the end of the world and were just taking a road trip for the hell of it. Emma was brave, she’d taken out guys bigger than her and had made this far single handedly. Jack was beyond impressed.
It was only another day or so until they reach the base in Kingston, and since Emma was driving, he’d been able to catch a little rest as he watched the road go by. “Hey… What are we gonna do once we reach the base? You gonna leave me for some good looking soldier?”
Emma couldn’t say the last two days were the best of her life, no, but they were the best in the past five years. After she’d woken sometime in the night, she insisted she drive while Jack took a break. The hours he spent sleeping were a nice quiet for her. Emma had never been much of a talker, but she’d never had so much to say. Fingers gripping the wheel tightly, she heard him shift in the seat before speaking.
“I’ll probably look for food to stuff my face. I can’t remember the last time I was actually stuffed.” She rolled her eyes and glanced over at him. “Some good looking soldier, huh? Yanno, I hadn’t even thought about that. I bet there’s gonna be a lot of em to choose from.” She pulled one hand from the wheel and tapped her chin. “I guess that means I need to figure out what my type is,” she mumbled, nearly to herself. The blonde watched the road, blinking into the harsh sunlight before she saw another small city in the distance. It was too soon for Kingston.
“I guess my type would be taller than me, without being too tall. Um, not worried with hair color.” Emma snuck another peek over at him. “I mean, I don’t really think they’d hold a gun to my head and then proceed to pull me into a jeep. I think you need to work on those manners of yours.”
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