Survival of the fittest - AmyMarie and Shadowfax

[Shadowfax]

Ashelin, if she could have stood would have punched Sam for that. He's quick.. but he lacks the killer instinct She thought to herself as the young man unarmed her. She scowled as he finished her sentence and sat on the road catching her breath. That pain had really exhausted her for some strange reason.

Sam looked at Ashelin sadly before walking back to the car with Aimee. He leapt into the back seat and got comfortable before he spoke.

"Are you ok Aimee?" He asked. That experience had been very traumatic for the pair of them.

As George made his way back to her, Ashelin's eyes automatically hardened. She didn't hate the boy as much as she let on, but she hated showing weakness and so far, George had seen her as a weak pathetic woman who had been stabbed and gotten infected by the virus. She was shocked to see he placed her backpack down by her feet though, and then offered to help her change her bandages. She was confused by his kindness and forgiveness.

"What's your game?" She asked him.

[UncoordinatedPisces]

Aimee opened her eyes, for she had been resting them, and turned around to look at Sam. She gave the boy a once over with her eyes, checking he was ok physically from what she could see.
"Heh, I've been better. What about you? You're stomach ok after those punches?" she asked. Those were hard enough to leave bruising for sure.

George had meanwhile got some clean bandages out of his own backpack and strolled back over to the woman, and again let out a chuckle.
"Tennis, yours?". He let out another little laugh, "Sorry, really bad joke. Just lightening to mood". He took her arm gently and undid the bandages. "In all honesty, I just want to keep my sister alive and safe. That's my game. Maybe help a few people along the way, such as yourself". With nowhere to put the dirty bandages, he put them into his pocket for now.

"If the virus is still in you, can't have someone catching it from those blooded up things can we?" he added, before going to wrap some new bandages around her slow-healing wound.

[Shadowfax]

"Im fine" Sam said, nodding his head quickly.

He hadn't thought about his stomach, he'd been too concerned about Ashelin and her return from the dead. The thought still scared him, but he wanted to try and be brave. She was right, he needed to toughen up in this new world.

"Im glad those men are dead. They weren't nice people" He said to Aimee.

Ashelin rolled her eyes and had to hold her tongue as George made 'a joke'. She wasn't in the mood for humour, but could understand why he would want to change the subject and lighten the mood. Her eyes drifted over to his pocket where the gun was and she thought for a moment before turning back to George.

She allowed him to take her wrist and change the bandages, her eyes every now and then glancing at the gun in his pocket.

"Don't mourn for the man you killed. He wasn't a nice person" She suddenly said.

[UncoordinatedPisces]

Aimee wasn't too sure about Sam saying he was fine, but she smiled at him all the same. At the mention of the men, her hand trailed to her arm, the one her captor had grabbed. She had never been held like that before, and it had hurt.
"No...they weren't nice at all" she replied, hand held around her arm gently.

George continued layering the bandages and tying them with firm but gentle precision. At her words, he breathed in quickly through his nose. It was weird how Ashelin brought him up, because he was lingering at the back of his mind.
"I'm trying not to. Its more shame than guilt now. I never thought I'd kill someone, not in front of Aimee as well". He noticed her glances at the gun "I wouldn't try taking in, I may not be soilder-like as you are but I didn't lie when I said tennis was my game. Good hand and eye co-ordination, quick on my feet, that's me".

[Shadowfax]

"It's ok though. Ash is fine so she'll protect us next time" Sam said hopefully.

He watched Aimee massage her arm and sighed sadly.

"I hope your arm is ok" He said kindly.

Ashelin smirked as George caught onto her game. She looked up at him as he mentioned he had good hand and eye co-ordination. She looked away for a moment, then returned to looking at him, her stare harsh.

"Give me the gun. You don't know how to use one, so i'd feel safer if I had it" She said darkly.

[UncoordinatedPisces]

Aimee gave Sam a doubtful look, and sighed in return.
"I wouldn't put all your faith into her Sam" she replied, voice straining a little with tiredness. "Thank you though, it'll be fine" she added, continuing to rub her arm a little.

George stared straight back at Ashelin. His hand went to the gun in his pocket, and he held it there.
"Manners wouldn't hurt" he said firstly, hand gripping it tightly just in case she went for it. "Also..." he began, his grey eyes catching hers; his look was stern "How can I trust you?"

[Shadowfax]

Sam nodded and decided not to metion it again. He rested his head against the window in the back seat and looked over at George and Ashelin talking.

"Im scared to go back to sleep.." He admitted after a while.

"That WAS me asking nicely" Ashelin mocked.

At his next question however she laughed for the first time since she'd met these two and Sam.

"You can trust me, because.. your still alive. Your decent folk I see that. I don't trust you, but I wouldn't kill you. Now, I don't want to hurt you, but that gun is mine and I will take it from you with force. So I will ask you.. NICELY again. Give me the gun" Ashelin said, gritting her teeth as another surge of pain went up her arm.

(Feel free to hit her xD)

[UncoordinatedPisces]

(Oh I couldn't xD)

Aimee wasn't surprised to hear those words come out of Sam's mouth. Hesitantly, she stood up and climbed into the back with him, sitting in the middle seat instead of the window one to be a little closer to the boy. She rested her head back.
"I'll sit with you instead. Its a bit warmer back here anyway" Aimee murmured with a smile.

George was beginning to loose his patience with her. He tied the last bandage maybe a little too quick and tight than he should of. He thrust the gun into her hand and withheld a fed up sigh.
"There you go, have your gun". He stood up and began walking back to the car. "You better buck up soon" he added lowly.

[Shadowfax]

Sam smiled as Aimee climbed into the back with him.

"Thanks Aimee. I appreciate it" The boy said.

Ashelin winced as George tightened the bandage around her arm and then something unexpected happened. He gave her back the gun. She blinked with confusion for a moment and looked up at his retreating back. Why had he given it back? Was he intimidated by her? Surely she should be happy, but more than anything she was confused. She looked down at her lifeline and tucked it back in the holster. After a moments hesitation she sighed and walked slowly and wobbly over to the car. She'd still not gathered her strength yet so it was a struggle to walk in a straight line. Once she reached the car she saw Sam and Aimee in the back so she sat down in the passenger seat.

"You all best get some sleep. I'll keep watch" She said unexpectedly, seeing the look George gave her though she smirked "Don't worry, Im not going to shoot you all in your sleep"

[UncoordinatedPisces]

George fell into his seat, and felt a little...uncomfortable that Aimee had moved. He didn't like the fact that she was going to be beside him as he slept, not that he was scared by her, he just...well, to him it felt a little awkward. He looked at his reflection in the cracked wing-mirror, his curls were a mess.
"I should hope not", he replied to her with the finest of smiles. He wasn't going to offer to stay awake instead, because he knew he'd end up falling asleep.

Aimee felt untrusting about Ashelin, and shot a curious yet anxious look at her before yawning.
"Goodnight George"
"Night Aimee". The siblings gave each other a look which comforted them both. The teenager closed her eyes for a couple of seconds, before opening them and letting them fall on Sam.
"Goodnight Sam, sleep tight" she whispered to him.