“Awesome!” She exclaimed as she headed out of the store behind her. Leaning forward slightly, North pointed down to the left, “I know there’s a candy shop that way. We can see what we can find – hopefully gummy bears – and then we can stop by a liquor store. I’m looking for vodka, so we’ll see if we get lucky today.”
Her hand lowered down to the hilt of the gun by her side. It was more a precaution for the undead than any human threat now that she was back on the streets. Better safe than sorry. “So, where are you from, Bunny?” She glanced over at her as she led the way to the sweets shop, “Did you come here by yourself?” It was small talk, but she also genuinely did want to know. After Andrea’s death, North had taken a step back from interacting with anyone new, from hanging out with her friends too closely. She knew that she couldn’t keep it up forever.
She couldn’t let the serial killer get to her. It wasn’t healthy. It wasn’t doing her any good in the emotions department. Plus, what would Norah say if she saw her now, right? “I’m from Michigan. Marquette, Michigan.”