"If you're gonna have an attitude like that, I'm better off alone."
He was seriously not in the mood to argue, but a single peak out of the ship sent him scrambling back inside.
"Shit. Shitshitshit."
Eve stopped what she was doing and looked up quickly, "What? What's wrong now?" She asked, trying to make her way over to the ship, getting inside again would be the hard part.
"Jiorg." That's all he had to say for her to understand. He began to fumble with something on his belt, then pulled off a small hexagonal device.
"We're gonna have to pack tight, so keep the complaining 'til after we get outta this." If we do, he thought to himself, pressing a button on the side of it and offering her his hand.
"Fine, I can live with that." Eve replied, the fear over powering the need to be an asshole. She took his hand, holding on tightly.
He pulled her up to her feet and half-dragged her to a corner in the ship.
"Now, I mean fucking close. This was meant for one person."
He tossed the device on the ground and grit his teeth as the device made the same eeeEEEEE as the gun.
"Cloaking device. You're out of the affect zone."
Of course I gotta fucking cuddle with the bitchiest girl on the entire Earth as face-eating aliens knock on the door.
Maybe he was being a little rude, but he was not in the mood for this shit.
Eve rolled her eyes a little, pressing herself as close as possible to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck to get even closer though she hated it, “If you just wanted a hug from a beautiful woman you could have just asked.” Why me?
"If you find one for me, then I will. Now shush."
Just then, a grotesque mix of a dog and a WWE wrestler poked its ugly head through the hole, letting out a snarl as it searched the area with it's eyes. Jack's hand rested on the pistol at his hip as his face drained of color. Jesus Christ, they're getting uglier every day.
Eve was about to make a reply when the thing poked its head through the door. What the actual fuck?
It began sniffing, dragging the rest of its body into the ship and towards the cockpit. Jack's eyes went wide as he saw the trail of blood leading up to the two, and made eye contact with Eve, sharing an Oh, shit look with her.
Eve’s eyes widened a little, swallowing a lump in her throat. This is where we die…
Fuck it…… Jack slowly slid the pistol from his waist and pulled his arm over her shoulder to make it easier to aim. Then, after a deep breath in, he flipped his thump, sending a jet of plasma straight through the head of the alien. it feel to the ground, squirming like a bug stuck on its back as Jack continued to fire shots into it. It took 5 more to finally get it to sit still.
Eve pulled away after that, slowly, though, in case something else came in to try and kill them, “I’ve never seen one up close before…” She muttered. They’re uglier up close…
"Yeah, they aren't very pretty." He holstered the pistol and picked up the cloaking device. "We gotta get going. There are bound to be more in the area."
Eve nodded her agreement then frowned a little, “Uh, problem, remember the fact that I can’t actually walk.” He motioned to her leg.
He groaned, staring up at the ceiling. "I guess I'mma have to carry you, then."
“I’m not a fan either, but yes.” Eve replied, running a hand through her long blonde hair.
He grunted, walking over to her. "I have a bunker a few miles west from here. It won't be that long of a walk, but we gotta go now. You ready?"
He offered his hand, functioning as an acceptable apology for now.
Eve nodded, "Ready as I'll ever be." She slipped her hand into his, less reluctantly then the first time.
He lugged her to her feet and slipped the pistol from his hip.
"Just flick your thumb on this switch and squeeze the trigger. I can't shoot and carry you at the same time."
Jack pressed it into her right hand before promptly picking her up and heading for the hole in the ship.
At least she's pretty, he thought to himself as he carefully stepped through the opening and back into the blazing desert that was once Nunavut, Canada, squinting through the dust the wind sent into his eyes.
"I never got your name, by the way," Eve said after a moment, shielding her eyes from the dust with one hand, "Can you tell me what it is?" She raised an eyebrow and looked up at him, tilting her head to the side just a little.
Jack never looked down at her, his head on a constant swivel to make sure they weren't snuck up on. He looked nervous as all shit, and for good reason.
"Jack Harper," he said. "Your's?"
“Eve Myles.” She replied, looking back down and towards the old roads ahead.
He fell silent as he stepped around various piles of rubble and the occasional body, wincing as he glanced over at the wrecked hovercar.
Eve frowned a little at everything. She’d forgotten what Earth was like and did not like what she saw.
"How long have you been off of Earth?" he asked, trying to fill up the empty space the quiet made.
This is awkward as all shit.
(Gasp im on afterschool!)
(Why can't Ghost Adventures play on weekdays ;-;)
(Ghost what?)
Eve shrugged a shoulder, "I.. I can't remember, a while, that's all I know."
"If it's been a while," he said, wincing, "You've missed a lot."
Eve frowned, biting her lip as she did so, "How long has it been since those alien things invaded?"
