Dual Survival (LoneWolfie and I are Chris)
"I'll always have your back Lillian. And I'm not complaining either. No one I'd rather be stuck with. Besides, ya got a nice back anyway," Christian said, with a wolfish grin, and a wink. He laughed at Lillian's face afterwards and cocked his head to the side, giving her a genuine smile. He was a sight. Christian was stained with blood. It was everywhere. He reeked of sweat and pennies. But through all that grit and dirt and blood, his teeth were still as white as ever, maybe more so than usual. It gave a strange contrast on his face, all that white under such gore. But his smile quickly fade, replaced again by his cold facade that he had to put on to survive. The transformation was smooth, much like falling asleep. Slowly, and then all at once.
"Time to move on. Lets check the other buildings."
Christian wrenched the door of the garage open and ushered Lillian inside. He closed the door behind him, and put his back agains the door with a sigh of relief. They could rest now, at least for the night. They had found a decent amount of supplies. Some rope, a new weapon for Lil (I'll let you decide what that is), first aid kit, some hand sanitizer (Christian insisted on washing their hands), one of those water bottles with a filter in it, and some duct tape. Chris was impressed at what they had gathered with just a few short hours. And he had a couple of ideas of where to get more. But that was later. Now, it was time to rest.
"Alright. Any injuries? Cuts, scrapes, or scratches? Twisted ankle?" Christian asked Lil as he walked into the waiting room. He plopped himself on the couch, and patted the seat next to him with a smile.