Her Knight in a Dirty Jacket
Everyone was gone. Her dad, her god mother. Everyone she had ever known was gone.
Wait, not everyone. Shilo had a small glimmer of hope as she made her way to the graveyard.
She watched him for the first few nights as he made his way across the graveyard. She wanted to approach him, but didn't know how. Eventually, she had an idea.
She waited for him to enter the graveyard. As he got his equipment ready, she crept up behind him. As quietly as possible, she cupped her hands around her mouth and said, "Graverobber, stop! We have you surrounded!" He jumped and turned towards her. "Shit kid, you scared the freaking life out of me!" She was on the floor, rolling around with laughter. "That was so not funny." His glare suddenly turned into his signature smile. "Ok kid, I admit, that was good, but not as good as this…" he stood up and shouted "HEY GENECOPS! COME SHOT MY FLESHY ASS BECAUSE I LIKE TO ROB GRAVES! Run kid!" They made there way to the graveyard wall, jumped over, ran into an alley and hid behind a dumpster. "Now that's what I call fun!"
"I agree. I haven't had this much fun in days."
"I heard." Silence. "So where are you staying?"
"An alley, two roads up. Why?"
"Well, I being a perfect gentleman, am offering you a place for the night."
What the hell? When did you start caring?
Shut the hell up!
"Yeah, I suppose. What do I owe you?" She started checking her pockets for something worthwhile.
"No payment necessary. You need to wash." Shilo cocked an eyebrow.
"That's rich, coming from you!", she teased. All of a sudden, she lunged herself at him. "Thank you, Graverobber."
"Kid, I…" He stopped. His first instinct had been to push her off, but he didn't want to. For the first time in his life, he actually felt wanted.
"No problem. lets go."