"Christ! Give it here," she frowns, taking the can from him.
"Hey, i almost had it," he smiles.
"Yeah, but i wanna eat sometime this year," she giggles lightly as she opens it. "There. Guess i'm stronger than you after all."
"What? Because you can open a fucking can faster than me?"
"Yep," she smiles, scooping out a mouthful of beans.
He runs a hand round her waist, pulling her closer to him. "We'll find somewhere soon. I promise, baby."
She passes him the can of beans.
"No, you should eat some more. You're skinny enough as it is," he frowns.
"I've had half," she holds it out to him once again. "Seriously, i can't eat any more. I think my stomach's shrunk."
He sighs then takes the can from her. He grimaces at the taste. "This would be so much better if we had a damn fire. Cold beans don't quite hit the fucking spot."
She strokes between his shoulder blades. "It's better than nothing."
He turns to her and kisses the tip of her nose tenderly. "It sure fucking is."
She rests her head against his shoulder. "I'm so tired, i could sleep for a week."
"We've got all day, we'll find somewhere to spend the night before it gets dark," he says through a mouthful of food.
"Do you think any of the others made it?" She asks.
He sits there contemplating for a moment. "Probably fucking not. It was a shitty camp, Katie. It was never gonna last."
"You think we'll last?" She smiles, running a hand through the back of his hair.
He tosses the empty can away and wraps his arm round her waist. "Fuck yeah we will."
"You think we'll grow old together though?"
"Probably fucking not, you're a lot younger than i am," he teases.
"Why can't you ever just answer a question, John?"
He sighs, rubbing at her shoulder. "Because who the fuck knows what's gonna happen? Fucked if i know. It's much better to take shit a day at a time. That way there's no disappointment."
A branch snaps in the distance. John turns his head.
"I got it, baby," he assures her, getting up of the ground. He takes a knife from his pocket, stepping towards the trees. "It's just one," he says, before he takes his knife and plunges it into the dead thing's skull. "I fucking hate these things, dead fucks."
He sits back down beside her. Katie holds out a bottle of water.
"Thanks, baby," he smiles, taking the bottle. He gulps down about a quarter of it before handing it back over. "We need to find some more."
"It's no good if we can't start a fire," she points out.
"I can start a damn fire," he frowns.
"Oh really? How come we were just eating cold beans then?" She teases.
"Because i didn't see the point in starting a fire just to warm up some damn beans," he says.
"Yeah yeah," she says sarcastically.
"We'll rest here a little while then move on. Try and find somewhere for the night," he smiles, gently kissing the side of her neck.
"We're finding somewhere to sleep, i need to sleep," she smiles, tilting her head.
"Hmm, lots and lots of sleep," he breathes against her neck. "You can't sleep if you don't relax though, and i know how to make you all relaxed."
Katie strokes his neck, her fingers brushing past his ear and clawing at his hair. "Maybe i could use a little help with that."
He nips and sucks at her neck. "Hmm, i thought you might."
Katie places her hands against his chest, gently pushing him away. "Not here."
"Why the fuck not?" He smirks, pulling at her waist.
"Because it's not safe out here, or have you already forgotten the dead guy that showed up five minutes ago?"
"I'd hear them coming," he smiles.
"Yeah, they'd hear you coming too, and i am not dying with my pants down," she frowns.
"Alright, we'll save it for later," he rolls his eyes, adjusting his erection.
She pats his head playfully. "There's a good boy."
"We'll see who's a good fucking boy later," he grins.
Katie kisses him briefly then stands up. "I gotta pee, be back in five."
John slaps her ass as she walks past. "Well be careful. Don't wanna be wiping your ass with poison ivy or some shit."
"Don't worry," she smiles. "I'll just stamp my feet."
Katie buttons her jeans back up. What she'd do to have an actual toilet, or a shower, now that would be heaven. She lifts her arm up, having a good sniff. Katie grimaces. Christ! It's a wonder he can stand to be near me. She steps out from behind the bush, wondering why she still bothers with hiding anymore, it's not like anyone can see her. Katie hears a rustling ahead of her. "John," she whispers, pulling out her knife. "John?"
She hears his voice coming towards her and sighs in relief. Walking towards the sound of his voice she frowns. Wow, he's finally gone insane, she thinks, as it appears he's talking to himself. She sees his shadow in the distance and frowns once again. He isn't alone. Katie stands a good distance from him, freezing on the spot. "John," she says, confused.
The newcomer and his companion stop in their tracks, turning in her direction. "Well hello there, beautiful. What in the holy fuck is a cute little thing like you doing out here?" He smiles.
Katie stares at him confused.
He frowns. "You alright? You look like you've seen a fucking ghost.
"Katie," comes a voice from behind her.
She turns, her eyes connecting with John. Then she turns back to the newcomer. The newcomer, who looks and sounds almost exactly like John. Her eyes flit between the two of them. Dizziness washes over her as she stumbles to the ground.