She remembered the first time she met him. She and her family had been members of a bigger group for a few weeks. It increased the chances of safety. They each had different tasks and she did hers as best she could and was allowed to. Her husband had been abusive and wouldn't let her out of his sight. She didn't dare look at other men. She was hardly allowed to be around women. So when he and his brother joined them, she took one look at him, nodded and went on with whatever she was doing. She thought he wasn't bad looking. He had short brown hair, a bit of fluff on his cheeks, beady eyes and thin lips. He was muscular and had broad shoulders and a slim waist. He showed it off by wearing sleeveless shirts. His whole demeanor sent the message he wasn't to be messed with. He was a good tracker and hunter and handled his crossbow well. He had the nasty habit of pulling out his arrows after the kill and recycling them.
It wasn't just her husbands looming anger that kept her away from him. Her impression of him was that he was a redneck racist. So was his brother. They were streetwise and socially awkward. He drove around on a loud Harley Davidson, which he had decorated with SS-symbols. It was apparent from the start both he and his brother had a short fuse. Towards eachother and others. She had developed a six sense when it came to agression and that sense was screaming at her, she needed to stay away. So that's what she did.
He couldn't remember when she first appeared on his radar. When they first arrived at the group she was a scared brown mouse. She was stick thin and submissive. She took a regular beating and he had no regard for weakness. He didn't pay her any attention. That husband of hers was a piece of shit and he wasn't having any of it. At this time it was eat or be eaten. Tough shit for her.
By the time that husband's of hers was gone, she started to live again. She stood taller and became more confident. He did notice that. She seemed to want to take care of him. What was it with women and their shit?! Did he have a fucking sign on his forehead he needed help? She regularly brought him food when he was on watch. Even tried flirting with him, which scared the shit out of him. He'd had a few flings in his time, but he never dared to open up to anyone. She seemed worried about him and that was something he wasn't used to. All his life he took care of himself. It had always been him and his brother. But she wasn't going anywhere, that was obvious. He didn't want to admit it to himself for a long time, but he grew very fond of her. It wasn't an instant attraction. But whenever they were together there was a sense of normality. He took her under his wing and became fiercely protective of her. He tried not to let it show to the rest of the group, but he wasn't sure if he succeeded. Caring was a weakness in times like these.