Yes yes I know… I take my sweet ass time. Ha. You don't have to tell me twice. I've got myself a laptop now. And I have become immersed into the world of epic wubs and games. Also I've become a brony. Don't ask. If you surf the web enough, you know exactly what I mean. Heh. Yeah. Get it straight I won't mention my liking for ponies in this story, I'm simply saying it because I thought I might as well be honest as a growing author. Anyways, time to start the bonding of Candy and Kyler. And no this won't get sexual. I may have plans for that wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy later. Thank you all so much if you manage to keep up reading these. Please review. I love it. I neeeeeeeeeed it. X3 lets begin.

Kyler turned the keys in the ignition and Candy lifted her head towards the window, as any dog would in curiosity of the motion caused by the friction and rotation of wheels, invented so many years ago, it felt like it was made in the Bronze Age, He thought. Candy wagged her tail and pawed at the base of the window, and while driving, Kyler could only remember what he could from his early days, when he was only beginning to learn the ways of the road. He rolls down the window and chuckles as she sticks her face out the window, but doesn't wag her tail. He knew clearly why too. The smell of smoke and death filled the SUV quickly, and it soon brought stench to his nose, causing him to scoff and close the window.

"Sorry girl…. That's no good…"

She simply whimpered lightly and sat in her chair, straight and tall, a proud K9. While driving, Kyler soon found himself leaving the small estate of houses he was in. once on the main road, things grew familiar as he began to realize the roads were empty, yet easy to navigate. With the apocalypse going on, there wasn't a need or worry of laws or speed limits, so where he could, he sped off, driving and every so often he would slow down and go around a destroyed car, or some other obstruction that caused him to divert from his normal path. Once he came to a highway, it was cruel to see. One side of the road was empty. This was the side for entering the city. The side for leaving was bumper to bumper full of old broken and rusting cars. He didn't bother looking as he drove silently towards town, knowing that if there were any dead left, they would probably be concentrated near this area. If he could pull off a perfect supply run, he may never have a need to return at all, and he could end up hunting in the long run, if all he could get his hands on some general ammunition and possibly more arms to use, and expand his means of defense and ammunition, for he knew it would be a while to stay here. The sooner he could get settled and hunkered in, he thought, the sooner he could make more exploration and see if that old tower would provide any means of return home. But what of his new companion?... hm. This will need later thought, for now, it's best to get these supplies and get out before I die here. That would be the first preferable thing to do. It was easy to tell when you enter a city. Its midday and the shadows of the skyscrapers turn the bright day to a dark deathly day. He slowed to a stop at one of the tunnels that venture underground and decided against entering to hope he could get to the other side. Perhaps it's wisest to not go into there. If these things roam daily, then it would be even worse at night. He backed into daylight, feeling his stomach ache at this moment, knowing that he had made the difficult decision in not going through, but to find a safer route. One he backed far enough, he stepped out of the car and slinged his new rifle and placed a hand on the Eagle holstered in his pocket. He looked at the city and sighed. It was filled with tall and small buildings alike, bridges and roads went through it in intertwining roads and conjectures that hardly made sense to him, and he could see where this will easily get difficult to navigate. Candy jumped out with him and sat at his side, at which he patted her head, as if knowing she was there without having to see. He chuckled to himself, displeased and stunned. There could be a store of all kinds anywhere in this plethora of city. How was he gonna scavenge, he could not know easily. He stepped aside for Candy to get in first, and joins her after, back into the driver seat. He turned around and started driving back, and took the first exit there was, having to turn widely as he was driving opposite the one way road. He made his way around to a slum looking area of the city, and was able to enter this. Driving past building after building, he looks back and forward. Once in a while he could see pools and stains of blood. Occasional bodies could be seen too, stomach torn into and organs torn and sprawled amongst the place it was laying. Terrible. Kyler was glad the cooling system in this SUV seemed to have filters and avoided looking at the obviously already dead people. There were countless limbs and missing body parts in certain parts of the street. After a long time he came to a stop at a gas station. If he will be driving in this strong SUV for a while, he might wanna find a few gas cans and come back later to fuel them up, that way there won't be need to find gas for a while, and his meter read half a tank still. He may also have to figure out where is best to stay too. He probably shouldn't be too close to town, but definitely driving distance so that he doesn't go too far. He will one day need to make routine runs to the stores to scavenge or find supplies. While driving, he spots a few undead. Grouped up around something. Against his wills, he rolls down the window and hears them mauling someone down. It sounded like a girl. There were a few screams and some of them flew outwards from the group, she was obviously fighting some of them off. He instantly opens the door and pulls his rifle up. No… too powerful. He slung his rifle and threw up his Eagle and approached quickly and loudly to draw attention.

"Get away from her you sons o' bitch's!" and with that, he fires several times

*BLAM B-BLAM BLAM BLAM!* Bodies toppled over and a few turned and began to sway towards him. Those gunshots definitely attracted anything and everything within a few mile radius. Only a few backed away or bothered to notice him. The few that were left were only barely getting onto they're. Aiming at those ones, he fired several more times until he saw no further movement from them, and noticed the girl stand up and sprint around past them, and as she does, he catches a glimpse of her, she looked at him and curled a smile, and somehow, against his luck and wits, she made it to his SUV and hopped into the driver's seat. Still shooting down the few undead left, he looked at her bewildered then down next to him, where Candy sat, slightly afraid from his weapon. He used his combat blade on the last one, which got too close for comfort, and he threw the blade up, and held it to its neck, the zombie's own lunging caused the blade to easily cut its neck wide open, blood gushing and streaming while it gurgles, feeling nothing, and reaches for him instead. Kyler simply moved his head and put the barrel to its temple, and pulled the trigger, showering him in blood and brain matter, the undead fell over, crumpling onto the ground as if it were nothing but a mannequin. He turns fast at this girl, furious and points his gun to her, prepared.

"What the hell are you doing?!" He yells to her.

"Well, I'm getting my ride outa here is what I am doing" She winks and shuts the door.

While she drives off, he replaces the clip to his Eagle, having been glad he left his satchel on rather than in the car seat. He pulls up his rifle and aims to the SUV that was once his. He looks down and through the iron sights, he makes his shot and fires at the back left tire. *BA-BLAM!* with that, a direct hit on the wheel, and the SUV sputters out of control and overturns. It was a very compelling thing to see as the SUV uselessly flips several times and rolls to a stop, sparks everywhere, he walks back and she crawls out of the wreckage, spitting out some blood and possibly a tooth. She looked like a teen. She was well armed and very much dressed like soldier would be. He points his rifle down to her head and readies himself.

"Give me a good reason not to…" He points the barrel firmly to her head and holds it nice and still

"That's Quite the eye you got there…-cough- you got me. Heh."

"Why did you try to take some idiots ride away? I have no quarrel with you at all."

"Hey don't blame me. In these days, you have to steal and kill or be killed to survive."

"Not in my Book. But I guess it was worth a try." He raises the rifle and prepares to fire.

"Wait Wait...Hm… who are you?... Are you cruel enough to do this?"

"Wasn't it kill or be killed according to your infinite wisdom? It's Kyler by the way." He slings his rifle back and holds out his hand. Candy growls lightly but stops when this girl stands up and wipes her lips of the blood.

"I'm Nicia. So. Why is it you decided to come here, of all places?"

"Need food for my companion here. And for me. Something I can get and get out with quickly."

"Hm… well. I have a place I need to go. How about this. I too am on a supply run. There's a rundown military outpost and we already have data on the fact that there are crates of MRE's there. Lots of them and very supplemental. I let you have some if you want to tag along with that dead eye of yours."

Kyler pondered this thought. Could he be tricked again? As he looked at her, who was only slightly shorter than him, she wide eyed him and showed him her hand. He sighs and looks at the completely obliterated SUV, which is now on fire, and takes her hand, shaking it hard.

"Yeah… okay."

"Heh, awesome. Now, let's get going, I know exactly where it is." She says and begins jogging past him.

He follows slightly unwillingly, and slings his gear. Candy follows as well, but at his side, walking steadily with her tail pointed and looking up to him for signs. Through streets they walked past dead and no undead. Upon a small area, a four way street, is a tank and a few hummers. There was sandbagging and it looked as if the last fight took place here, barbed-wire fencing and small tents, large crates and other various trucks. Nicia looks back and smiles.

"Here it is."

"Why wasn't it taken?..."

"Theres never a need to get deeper into a city without good reason. And especially without a partner" She blows him a teasing kiss and walks into the old camp.

As he follows, he spots many dead soldiers, often with their heads missing or their stomachs and bellies torn into gruesomely, as if a shark took a bite and left it there. He looked them over and found that many of them had their assault rifles. All were M16A's and every time he looked or checked the side arm holster, it was a Berretta M9 pistol. Nothing more or less. He took one of their backpacks and stripped a soldier of some of his clothing. Until he found the right one, feeling bad for the lost soul, he took the boots until he found a pair that fit to him. Once he got them on, he transferred his other things to his backpack and tore off the name tag that was on it. Sergeant AJ T. Ryan. He sighs and sets the name tag onto the fallen soldiers lap and stands. With a military grade vest and backpack as well as a nice pair a boots, he starts heading to where Nicia is standing.

"Here it is. The stash….here that crate over there will have rations, weapons and ammo. I'm trying to feed a whole camp so take what you need and get going, okay?" She blinks at him

"I got it.." He hesitates and goes to the first crate he finds. Its completely full and packed with MRE rations, all meant to last decades. He packs his bag up until its compact full and stops, seeing a duffle bag over by one of the tents. He walks over and takes it, peeking into the tent flap he sees a small desk and an empty bed. Upon the desk was a handgun, old, and black with a brown handle. When he picks it up and examines, he finds it's a .45 Auto 1911 sidearm. He pockets it into his backpack, noting in his mind a new form of ammo to keep an eye for. Large rifle .308, .50 cal. Pistol ammunition, and .45 auto. He returns and empties his backpack into the duffle bag and fills it with rations in an orderly fashion so that it fits, getting over a hundred of the MRE's and placing a few into his backpack, the crate still two thirds full, he closes it and looks around. He sees a hummer and thinks, and searches all of the fallen soldiers for key. Finding but one, it was for A hummer, but there were about ten of them parked around. He tried until the sixth one got him in and he started the engine, which revved up perfectly, the gas meter at three thirds full. He looks into the back and finds a few weapons and various ammo types stashed into the back. He finds a few empty duffle bags as well, and places the first full one into the back trunk. He takes them to his crate and quickly fills them once more, and places them back into the Hummer. Unfortunately this one doesn't sport a .50 Cal machine gun atop the cabin like a few of the other ones. This might have been both good and bad, but it wasn't a good time to complain, he moved fast, emptying the crate of MRE's into the duffle bags and into his hummer, he then searches the next crate, containing ammo and weapons now. While prying it open one nail at a time with his knife, he thought that all those MRE's would last him well over a year or two. And chuckled. He must have packed half a decade worth of food for him AND his companion. More than enough to settle with. He looks over and sees Nicia taking a few notes and checking crates. He opened his crate and finds practically gold. There was an assortment of weapons. There was an ACW, AR15, P227, M110 FCP, SIG556R, KSG, and several M16A's and Glock pistols. They were compact down and next to cartridge containers of ammo. He lifted one of the green ammo boxes and it read .45 ACP CARTRIGES. He took this along with two of the same ones with the same reading for 5.56mm and 7.62mm ammunitions. He took a few more of the same ones without counting and called it good after returning from his Hummer. He then examines the firearms and places into his bag a P227 pistol and a SIG556R in his arms, and loads the rifle into his Hummer and returns. Off to the side was a small lunch box looking metal box. It read GUN MODS and when he opened it, he found parts for suppressors and pieces for adding to certain weapons. There were two of these little boxes so he took two and loaded those up. He looks at the KSG and thinks. It was new before he was taken from this world. It was a pump action shotgun capable of stocking 14 shells. He didn't take one. Shotgun shells are difficult to not hear. Too loud. He looked among others and took a Glock17 and a M16A as they both generally use the ammunitions he picked up and took a little metal box of spare clips for his weapons and loads those thing into his hummer. Satisfied with his cash out, he walks to Nicia and stands, Candy close behind him.

"I heard you get a car started, can I have a ride or you gonna make the hot chick walk?" She says.

"W-Well.. um yeah if you'd like…"

"Don't worry. I'm not stealing your ride again. I already know what trouble that causes" She grimaces and smiles at him. She removes her beanie and shakes her head and lets her red hair flutter while he watches.

In a slight stare, he snaps out of it and stops looking over her body, and looks at her eyes to be serious.

"Uh-Yeah, I can do that…" He eyes her carefully and gets ready to turn and lead her to the hummer before stopping him.

"Hey… has anyone told you your cute?"

"O_O uhm.. haven't had those problems since school, many years back…"

"Shutup yes you have! Where have you been during this apocalypse?"

At this very question, he hesitates. He makes something up fast to shake her curiosity off and looks around.

"UH…. Well…"

"Ohh lonesome one aren't you? I understand. Pasts to let go of, I know." She says fast while walking against him and picking at his weather coat, looking for the zipper.

"O_O Y-yeah I guess so… um… is this necessary?..."

"Well… handsome guy like yourself shouldn't be pass through town without a proper welcome, huh?~"

"…" He doesn't move. In his mind, he thinks. Had this been a few years back before all of this, his two questions would be simple: Fuck her or forget her. This was now difficult as he didn't know what to do. He could be trapped back into this dimension forever… so… what is there to lose?... she looks at him with her red lips and smiles again, looking at his eyes for an answer. In slow motion, Kyler makes his decision…

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