[center][h1]Huck and Anastasia[/h1][/center]

Jonathan sat there in a room that seemed to amplify sound… or perhaps it was because they were all so close.

“She doesn’t have a gun and I have seen her bare. It was to check for bites. Don’t look at me that way!” He started to raise his voice then caught himself. 

“As for the story I thought she was with a zombiefest group. People who dress up like the undead and walk around. It was something I always found interesting. Although given what’s going on out there… I got in a scuffle with the person who was messing with her. Sadly I’m not in as good as shape as I should be. He knocked me back and my stick.” He said pointing to Ana who held the stick.

“Went flying away from me. The man-“

“Mike.” Ana interjected and Jonathan nodded to her.

“Mike was attacking me when she picked up the stick and splattered his brain matter all over. And here I was going to play some video games today.” He said somewhat crestfallen. 

“Guess there is a bright side. I did meet Ana and you crazy lot. Suppose it can’t be all that bad.” He said trying to brighten the mood a little. 

“Also if you want a dick measuring contest we could just whip them out now. Otherwise put down the gun its making me feel small.” Jonathan said as he scooted against the wall and pressed his ear against it. He could hear something moving outside… perhaps it was people.

“I told you what happened between Ana and I. What about you two? Just out to catch a flick?” He asked as he raised an eyebrow. Perhaps it was his borderline autism or the fact someone he didn’t know was pointing a gun in his face. Whatever the reason he was telling as much of the truth as quickly as he could.