Weiss never considered herself a pervert. Sure, she...admired Ruby's body from time to time, but that was purely due to her respect for Ruby's healthy body. Her well toned arms, the six-pack she sported on her abs, and her tight, muscular butt-

"You hungry, Weiss?" Ruby asked as she stripped off her undergarments. "You got a bit of drool coming from your mouth."

"F-fine," Weiss muttered, feeling the heat rising to her cheeks. Oh, how she both despised and loved Yang at this moment, telling her to watch over Ruby as she bathed in case of a sudden zombie attack.

"Well if you say so," Ruby shrugged before dipping a toe into the river. "Ooh, cold!" she shivered, giving Weiss quite a sight.

'Damn you, Yang. Damn you,' she thought, resisting every temptation to take Ruby then and there.

"Weiss, you sure you're not hungry? Oh, or are you just thirsty?"

"Ugh, so thirsty," Weiss muttered, clenching her fist together, causing Ruby to laugh.

"Sorry, I'll try to be quick then!" she shouted as she forced herself into the river and quickly scrubbed away.

'...This is making it worse!' Weiss realized in horror, her mouth gaping at the image of Ruby's wet body, her hair clinging to her perfectly adorable face as she shook rigorously, causing….things to bounce like they've never bounced before.

She doubted she would survive the night.

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'They're asleep, good,' Blake thought to herself, shaking her head disappointedly at the image before her. Three survivors surrounded a campfire, all asleep. The oldest one, an elderly lady with gray hair, was cuddling with the brunette. She was either her grandmother or a cougar, it made no difference.

The blonde one layed on the other side of the campfire, surrounded by three backpacks, most likely their supplies, as if she was the one keeping watch, only to fall asleep like an imbecile.

'And so she is the target,' Blake thought as she slowly left her hiding place, creeping up on the blonde one. She saw their supplies earlier, she knew they were well stocked, especially since they managed to catch fish for dinner.

'Figures they wouldn't have any leftovers,' Blake thought bitterly. She was no good at catching fish, besides, she was just going to take one can. Just one can of food. Heck, she'd take the green beans. No one wanted to eat those! She was doing them a favor by taking those disgusting vegetables.

Though she couldn't bring herself to believe her half-hearted excuse, she was right. Yang was planning on throwing those beans out when Weiss wasn't looking, so it really was a win-win situation.

She rummaged through the bag silently when she heard a groan. Cursing her luck she looked over towards the one responsible for the noise, the old lady. Only, it wasn't an old lady.

"Gah?" It was a zombie.

Blake couldn't stop the scream that erupted from her lips, nor was she able to stop her herself from drawing her gun out and pointing it at the undead girl.

"What the?!" the other two quickly awakened, the brunette pointing a gun at her.

"Zombie!" She screamed out, only to be pulled away by the blonde one.

"Whoa there!" she shouted, placing her hand in front of the barrel, covering it with her hand as Blake accidentally pulled the trigger, a loud bang resounding throughout the forest.

"Oh...Oh god, no! I-I'm so…" Blake trailed off, staring in horror at what she had done.

"Eh, I'm fine," Yang shrugged, unclenching her...metal hand?!

'A prosthetic?!' Blake screamed in her mind, her mouth gaping as she watched the bullet drop from Yang's hand.

"Nice try, thief!" Ruby proclaims as she points a gun at Blake's head. "But that won't work against my sister's pathetic arm!"

Silence rang out throughout the camp. Blake slowly turned towards Ruby, her face scrunched up in confusion.

"Pathetic?" she mumbled quietly. What was that supposed to mean?

"Ugh!" Weiss moaned painfully before turning a glare towards Ruby. "Prothetic- Prosec-Prother-" she tried mouthing out, unable to speak the word correctly much to her chagrin.

'She can talk? Is she…' she stared at the talking zombie, unsure if she should be surprised or not. 'I suppose there would be others like...him,' she thought, listening to Weiss's ramblings. 'Is she trying to say prosthetic?' Blake thought pitifully before deciding to help her out. "I think she's trying to say pro-"

"-Posal?!" Ruby screamed, her face red in embarrassment as she quickly turned away from Weiss. "Y-you're proposing?! B-but we've only known each other for a few days! I mean, I'm not saying no but there's a certain order to these kinds of things! Not to mention-"

Blake decided to tune out Ruby until her ramblings were over with, turning to face Yang. "So uh, I don't suppose an apology would get me out of-"

"Hold that thought," Yang snickered, wrapping her arm around Blake's shoulder and turning the both of them over towards the flustered duo.

"Ruby No! Not proposal!" Weiss said quickly as she tried to dispel the misunderstanding, only to have the opposite effect.

"Are you saying we're already married?!" Ruby shouted out, falling to the ground in shock. "What kind of freaky marriage ceremonies do you zombies have?! And how can we be married without a cake, Weiss?! Where is my cake, Weiss?!"

"Nnnooooo!"

"Oh my god, I so totally need a bucket of popcorn," Yang snickered with no intent to help.

"Your sister's an imbecile," Blake muttered, turning away from the embarrassing scene. "If you're going to kill me, please make it quick. I can't bare to watch anymore of this."

"Oh no, you're not getting off that easy," Yang said as she binded Blake's hands together with some rope. "You want to survive? Fine. You want some of our food? Also fine. You want to steal it? Not fine," Yang said as she led Blake over to a tree, taking a biker chain and tied it to Blake's bindings before tying the other end to a tree. "Tomorrow you're going to work for your food. And if you try to escape…" Yang trailed off, waiting for Blake to answer.

"...You'll kill me," she whispered, earning a smirk from Yang.

"Actually, I'd just let you go," Yang shrugged.

"Really?" Blake asked, a hint of skepticism in her voice. They wouldn't really just let her go, would they?

"Well, yeah. I see no reason to kill you," Yang said as she walked away. "Unless...You try to steal from us again," she whispered, turning back to Blake and shooting her a glare, her once lilac eyes turning to a blood red. "Got it?"

"...Mmm hmm," Blake nodded quickly, earning a smile from Yang.

"Good!" she laughed, her eyes returning to a peaceful lilac before laying back down into the dirt. "Nighty night, kitty!"

"Uhh...right," she muttered, shifting herself into a more comfortable position. "And it's Blake."

"Yeah, it really is a bleak night," Yang chuckled, earning a scathing glare from Blake.

"You know that's not what I said."

"Can't prove it," Yang yawned before reaching into her pack and removing a can of mini sausages. She stared at it for a few seconds before staring back at the campfire, her lips scrunched up in thought before shrugging and tossing the can at Blake, who barely caught it in time.

"H-hey!"

"Ah ah, no complaining!" Yang said as she laid back on the ground. "After what you pulled you don't deserve warm food," Yang said with a yawn.

"...Thanks," Blake muttered, her face red with a combination of embarrassment and shame before opening the can of food and scarfing it down. 'Huh? It's not half bad at room temperature,' Blake thought in mild surprise, allowing herself to enjoy her food more than she thought she would. She'd have to pay Yang back later, she was far nicer than she had any right to be, given the circumstances.

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This would have been out yesterday if my internet didn't go out, friggin tornados.