There was a single revolver resting on the dash, but nothing else.
Eli picked the rifle up from the ground and inspected it. It was in shitty condition, but it would shoot. And the thirty bullets meant that for a few days he wouldn't have to be very conservative.
"Look wha' I foun'!" he called over, lifting the gun up by its stock.
(My parents are giving away my dog ;-;)
((Why?))
"Works for me." Zara muttered, reaching in and grabbing the revolver. At Eli's shout, she looked over, instinctively taking a step back. "Damn. We really did get lucky, huh?"
(Cause no one else in the house takes care of her.)
He nodded, tossing the rifle in the back. The sound of a engine behind them made him turn around. About half a mile away, a huge truck was hauling ass in their direction.
"Gonna half to cut spring cleaning short!" he yelled, already sliding into the passenger seat and plugging the key into the ignition.
((Aw man…while I get like, not being able to take care of her, I take it you do? Which means that's gotta suck))
Considering the injury, she made incredible time getting to the vehicle and climbing into the driver's seat. "Delegated to driver, huh. A'ight. You ready t' get the fuck outta here?"
He reached for the pistol at her feet, his shoulder lightly brushing against her waist as he sat up with the gun in hand.
"Someone has to do the heavy lifting," he said, chambering a bullet and switching off the safety. "Haul ass."
"Aye, cap." She snorted, putting the car in reverse to spin around, the tires kicking up sand as they turned, trying to catch up with her driving. Then they were off, in the opposite direction the truck was.
He didn't even bother buckling up as he leaned his head out the window.
"Yep they're definitely after us," he said, practically licking his chops. "Think they'll press the issue when they get close enough?"
"Probably." She mused, glancing in the mirror. "Maybe we shouldn't wait t' find out though, if ya know what I mean."
He frowned slightly, looking somewhat disappointed. He couldn't really argue, however, for she was right. "Alright, fine," he said, pulling his head back inside the car and setting the Glock back down on the floor. "Maybe we should get ya rested up."
(I have this scene in my head where Eli misses, like, 3 long range shots with the rifle, so Zara tells him to crouch and uses his shoulder as a stabilizer and hits the target. Idk why, but that just seems badass.)
((Hells yeah.))
"I'm fine, don' worry." She said, eyes flickering over to him, before focusing back forward. "You'll get t' shoot somethin' later, so get rid o' that pout."
He grinned slightly, setting his feet up on the dash and laying the seat back.. "I think this friendship should work out great."
(Boooooooop)
"Is that what this is now?" She raised an eyebrow, resisting the urge to reach over and shove his feet off the dash. This wasn't even her vehicle, and that was the lest of their worries.
He raised an eyebrow over at her, tilting his head in confusion. "Do you have an issue with it? I figured I'd be a good friend to have out here in this wasteland."
"I did threaten you." She pointed out, shaking her head. "But if you wanna put that trust in me, whatever. I'll warn ya now, I ain't no good friend."
"I have no worry of you backstabbing me," he said calmly, then eyed her bloodstained side. "You sure you're alright?"
"Feelin' peachy." She said with a nod, giving him a thumbs up. "What d'ya think the chances of finding some booze are?"
He gave her a look that would sober up an alcoholic. "You wanna drink with an entire war rig on our asses?"
"Instant painkiller." She said, lips twitching up into a sharp smile as she looked over at him. "Besides, who needs a clear head to stay alive?"
"Uh, everyone," he said, rolling his eyes in response. "I steer clear of ev'ry drug. Even painkillers. I cain't risk getting addicted to somethin' like that."
"Wow, this friendship is built on nothin' but survival, huh?" She said, looking back at the road. "Whatever, I'll stay away from the damn bottle. For now."
"Isn't survival the best way to make friends?" he asked with a grin, scratching an itch on his arm.
"I wouldn' know." She said, shrugging the shoulder on her good side to avoid upsetting the injury more.
"Welp," he said, craning his neck to look through the back windshield. The truck was about the same distance from them as it was 15 minutes ago. "Seems like we'll see soon enou'."
"Oh, yippee." She snorted wryly, keeping her eyes on the front windshield. "More near death experiences."
"How long do ya thin' it'll take befo' they catch up? he asked, tapping his knee lightly as he spoke.
"Never, if I can help it. Unless…" She trailed off, an idea forming in her mind.
He raised his eyebrows, scooting back in his seat. "You go' an idea?"