The girls meet an ally or potential enemy and try to figure out what their next destination will be.

Little Rock's POV

BAM!

"Head shot!" I shouted and laughed after nailing my target. We found some old store mannequins and propped them up outside. I think Wichita was very impressed, at one point her mouth was just hanging wide open. Next I shot it between the legs, "Other head shot!"

"Where did you learn to do that?"

"On my XBOX."

She was pretty good too, we set up more mannequins to shoot; we raided a gun shop or at least took out what was left from the last raid, still plenty of shells. Wichita made everything look like it was like a training camp for police, I wondered if she really hated them or if she really wanted to be one sometimes. She ran around obstacles, ducked and blasted those faceless bastards. She was s most out of breath by the end of it.

"Hey, awesome but you didn't make many head shots. "

"What are you talking about?" She asked all confused.

"What if we see more zombies?"

She just shook her head, "That's not what attacked us. Some guy on bath salts maybe..."

"And that monster? Come on, you know what's really going on here don't you? There was an outbreak."

"Come on, let's go see what else we can loot," she took my hand and found some disagreed black leather clothing, the kind she liked to wear; I only wondered if there was anything in my size with a little more room in the back for jeans. I found a pair of jeans I believed I could squeeze into; I was already impressing Wichita so I thought it was only right to look a little like her, maybe not as cool but a start. I tried them on in the fitting booth and came out to show her, going as far as doing a spin, she just stood there with this weird look on her face. She could've been rendered speechless I don't know.

They were certainly tight in the butt, I was able to bend over. When I came back up again Wichita had that look on her face, her eyes sticking out. "What is it? Wichita what's wrong?"

She gave her head a shake, "I think we should keep moving."

We headed back to the jeep, at that same moment a police car pulled up to us. Behind the wheel was a woman maybe close to the same age as Wichita. Blonde, tough looking but wasn't dressed like a cop. "Are you two the only survivors?"

"Um, we were just passing through," said Wichita, she was a bit on edge, if this woman wasn't a cop than who was she and what was she doing with the car?

"You should get in. I'm on my way to an military compound. No good on your own after the outbreak."

"Outbreak?" Wichita questioned.

"I knew it! I gloated.

"My name's Jill. Come with me and everything will be ok."

"We're good, thanks," Wichita cut her off, she was stubborn but I could see her reasons clear as day.

"You're no good on your own. You could get infected!"

"We'll take our chances," Wichita said all badass holding her gun close to her chest.

Jill shook her head, she handed me a business card with a number in case we ran into anything and wished us luck. "You're her older sister, right?" Wichita nodded, "You better look after her."

As she drove off, Wichita was irate, "Can you believe that bitch? Who does she think she is?"

"She just sounded like she wanted to help."

"What kind of name for a city is Raccoon anyway?" She scoffed.

"Huh?"

"It said Raccoon City Police on her door." I knew that sounded familiar, like something I heard on the radio maybe, but couldn't be sure. We got back on the road in our new jeep, uncertain of where to go to next but maybe just checking what the next town over may provide us.

Wichita was on her cellphone while at the wheel; after our recent wreck you'd think she knew better. "We can't trust anyone. We need to be more careful. Just you and...," she paused, "Let's say we head for Vegas."

"What's in Vegas?"

"Um, slots, blackjack, high risk!"

"Ok," I laughed. I hadn't the faintest idea of why she all of the sudden wanted to go to Las Vegas. I didn't object. We had quite the drive and not a lot of gas. My new pair of pants was really making me hot and sweaty, I wondered if I made the right decision. "Do you think I'm fat?"

"What?" Wichita turned to me quickly, "No, Hon...curvy. A lot of people like that."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"So, you don't think my butt is too big?"

She laughed, "No!"

We extended this conversation for the next several miles, not much else to do.

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