I sat in the debris covered tunnel underground, kneeling down to one of the hundreds of corpses, examining it. I sighed.
"Shit, it looks like we have another one." I turned around, brushing my hair out my eyes and drew the Glock from the holster on my hip, aiming it at the large shadow. A tall, well built man stepped forward from the shadows. His skin was a bright golden brown, with his eyebrows and eyelashes bleached from sunlight. His features were almost close to perfection, as you could plainly see the well defined muscles under his smooth tanned skin. His hair was an ink black hair, which fell to his shoulders, partly covering his vivid blue eyes. From shock, I pulled the trigger, firing a round into the wall next to him.
"God , Dusty!" I yelled at him. "I almost could've shot you! You know you shouldn't sneak up on people like that, ugh." I crossed my arms, glaring at him.
"Well, I guess I should now."
"Oh, come on." He said, chuckling. "You wouldn't shoot me, would you?"
I giggled. "Oh, I would." I said as a beatific smile grazed my face. "If I wanted to, that is." I glanced over my shoulder at the bone-white corpse. "Well, anyway, let's just get what we came here for and go."
"Fine then." He said in a bored, dull, tone of voice. "Let's get on with it then."
"Ugh. You know, you could at least try to act enthusiastic about this."
"Nah." He said.
"I have no idea why I put up with you any longer."
"Yeah, it's be-" I clamped my hand over his mouth before he could finish.
"And no, it isn't because I think you're 'hot' or any crap like that." I sighed. "Now, you carry it. It wouldn't seem normal for a woman to be seen carrying that."
"All right." He picked up the corpse, slinging it over his shoulder. "Ready." I stood up, turning around and walking off back towards the elevator. Dusty followed close behind at a slower pace.