I grumbled from behind the plexiglass. “I can’t believe you are making me ride back here.” She laughed, “It’s the only way to make this look real. You look like a vagrant. And smell like one too.” She wrinkled her nose. It was a cute nose. Ugh, stop me, please.

She shook her head. “Speaking of real. You do realize that females don’t hold power positions, right.” I could see her green eyes sparkle in the rear view mirror as she shot daggers through me, “So, where are you going?” She asked instead of answering me.

Okay, that went real well, dumbass. I sighed. Heavilly. “Back to my camp. I kinda need to get out of here.” Her brow raised. “The camp over by the river at 67th? That little cave? The one where the teenagers used to hang out before the world went to hell? The one that blew into a crater the size of baseball field about a half hour ago? That one?” She snapped.

My jaw dropped. I thought I saw her smirk, but it was bitterness. “You weren’t the only one in that cave. 153 real people are dead.”