Levy Carter
Levy nodded in compliance with Adelaide, letting her lead ahead. Her stomach had settled thanks to the berries, but Levy was still hungry. Sadly enough though Levy had grown accustomed to the gnawing sensation of hunger, the reason why she was so thin now. Her gun still in hand, she kept pace with Adelaide, jumping over a fallen tree that obstructed the path.
Levy remembered Adelaide mentioning her twin earlier, where was she now? hopefully alive Levy thought to herself when suddenly an arm reach out from a window, gripping Adelaide's hand. Before Levy had the chance to react, Adelaide had already slaughtered the culprit. "You're quick." Levy complimented, tucking a stray dread behind her ear.
Adelaide had been nothing but helpful to Levy, and as she led Levy into the forest, Levy was filled with gratitude that someone was looking out for some one other than the selves. She accepted the sharpened stick from Adelaide, tucking away her gun. It wasnt hard to pick up on each other's noises and be able to distinguish the difference between the sound of each other and the sound of unwanted visitors.
Levy sat on a large boulder near the running water, laying flat on her stomach to stare into the stream. "I just...." She said, waiting a moment before snatching her hand into the water and magically pulling a fish out with her hand, "grab 'em." A smile lit her face. Levy had learned how to fish with her hands from one of her mothers on one of their many camping trips. Throwing the fish onto the dirt, it began to flounder in a desperate attempt to return to the water.
Levy found herself staring at the fish, sympathizing for the poor thing. She could relate to the feeling, being a fish out of water. Struggling just to catch your next breath, feels like the weight of all your problems are pushing on your chest. Putting the fish out of it's misery, Levy staked the fish and watched as it slowly stilled. "I used to be vegetarian." She said absently, returning to the creek to try and collect more fish.
Benny Vega
Andre was dangerous, Benny decided. He was full of potential bad decisions and distractions that could potentially be the end of her, but Benny couldn't bring herself to walk away. "If handling you 24/7 is the closest I get to what life used to be like, I got it." he gathered her into his arms and threw her onto the bed.
Benny had wriggled under his hold, emitting a girlish squeal as she was thrown onto the dusty mattress. Laying onto the bed, a can of olives rolled against her, settling into her blonde tresses that had loosened from the hair tie. It felt nice, relaxing on an actual bed. She couldn't remember the last time she had been able to enjoy sleeping on so much as a cushion. Her body did a little wiggle as Andre loomed over her, saying "You just gotta' ease up with all that smartass shit, shorty, or I'ma finna' smack ya' fresh ass." playfully before lowering himself to pull her into a steamy kiss. He was too good, the perfect play of hot and cold Benny thought.
She smiled against his lips, content with that moment. "Baby boy, you slap me and we gone have a problem." she said dangerously, still smiling at the handsome young man. Andre seemed to have whisked Benny off her feet before she could even register the path she was leading herself down. Partnering with Andre meant the two would spend every moment not only watching their own backs, but each others. Would their hazy boundaries between romance and partnership negatively affect their survival skills? The two already were bickering incessantly, but was that because they wanted to irritate another or because they both found comfort in the silly games of love? Nevertheless, Benny watched Andre carefully from where she lay, seeing him grab the first aid kit then peer out the window.
He said something inaudible to Benny, then brushing off the topic to return to where she lay, bringing up the farm house again. "I don't know...." She whined, sitting up and feeling her hair fall to around her shoulders, having fallen out of its bun. Benny wasn't sure what to do now, there seemed like so many possibilities, but no way to prove the legitimacy of any of them. Truth be told Benny wasn't thinking about any of that, proof enough that already Andre's presence was throwing her off. Running a hand through her hair, Benny tugged at the ends before looking up to Andre. Instinctually she felt the corners of her lips tug up, recognizing the look he was giving her. "It sounds nice," Benny cooed, reaching out to hook one finger around his belt loop and pulling him towards her, "but us on this boat sounds nicer." She implied, teeth gently grazing her dark pink lips.
Unhooking herself from his belt loop, Benny's fingers teased the seam of his shirt as she reached to hook a single finger around one of Andre's fingers, much like she did his belt loop. Evocatively, Benny tugged him towards herself on the bed. Allowing her to over power him, Andre sat next to her, and Benny nodded at his response. Benny wasn't really listening, instead she swung herself on top of the boy, straddling him so that she faced him. "Shhhh." She said simply, gently pressing a finger to his lips.
Who knew when they would have the feeling of safety again? This boat offered more than all the Shelters Benny had taken the last few months. With Andre before her it was hard not to want to take advantage of the situation. She kissed him gently, slowly allowing their bodies to meld into one another's. His body began to recline back, and Benny followed him down, pressing her soft feminine body against his hardened muscular physique. Even though she had only known him this short time, Benny couldn't help but to feel drawn to Andre - like a moth to a flame.
His touch made her feel hot, and his fleshy lips tasted like the salty air, enticing her to bite down with a certain roughness - careful not to hurt him. Before Andre could find a way from her games, but now he had trapped himself between Benny and a mattress. Without the impending doom of a zombie only feet away, Benny could feel the tension lessen across her shoulders, pushing herself against Andre. Perhaps she was acting childish, but Benny was still only 19, a teenager at that. If in her bleak existence she could find joy in something as simple as the intimate moments she stole with Andre, Benny believed she was entitled to such. "You're mine now, papí." She smirked against his lips, running her hand up his torso.
Her teeth scraped across the skin behind his ear, followed by gentle kisses along his jaw. "I shut it down, Bae." Benny teased his lips with hers before kissing him again, dissolving against him. Her hips rotated against his, a gentle exhale escaping her lips as she pulled her lips from his. Falling onto the bed next to Andre, Benny pushed aside the can of olives to lay out next to the boy, resting her chin on his shoulder to gaze at his profile. "The house on the farm could be nice too, though. Other people could be there - good people. I'm sure they have a good defense system if they've been alive this long." Never did Benny think pillow talk would involve survival tactics. "Who knows, maybe they're planning on going to North Carolina...." Benny slumped against Andre's side, once again remembering her family and their likely deaths.