"Do you see the shit I have to go through on a daily basis?" Gesturing to the customer, the man slammed the ceramic figurine down on the display and placed his arms on his hips. "I'm sorry, did I offend you?" Feigning concern, Cherry glared at the man as he just inched his way towards the door. Cherry wasn't really a people person - actually, she wasn't a people person. She hated people, she hated everything they were about, and would be completely content living her life in a trail cut off from civilization completely. Why James Petersen thought Cherry would make a good cashier was beyong her. Then again, if she wasn't a cashier, what would she do? She didn't really have any other skills, she couldn't shoot a bow and arrow, she couldn't do fancy card work, and she sure as hell should not be trusted with food. A cashier at the gift shop was really her only other alternative.
"Fuckin' prick." She muttered as she turned her attention back to El Wray. Scoffing as she heard him swear, she rounded the counter and started to move towards a door behind the counter. "What the fuck kind of place would this be without a back room?" That was a rhetorical question, of course. The back room wasn't anything special, just a bunch of shelves lined with more crap, and a few folding metal chairs and a cheap card table in the corner of the small back room to represent some sort of staff break room. Then again, the gift shop only employed Cherry at the moment. "The probably isn't any better back here, might get led poisoning or some shit from all the crap back here. Who knows where half this shit came from..."
Unlocking the back door with a key that hung on behind the counter, she tossed open the door. Dark eyes glanced over her shoulder towards El Wray as she sighed slightly, "Yeah, I gotta admit, Ray, killing zombies seems like a hell of lot better than sitting in this fuckin' hole and wasting my life selling ten dollar figurines to tourists." There was a bit of sadness in her voice, as she looked away from him to look into the back room. This was hell, wasn't it? She must have died in that helicopter and this was hell. She was paying for all the sins she committed in her life and now she was forced to live at Ridgeway and serve ungrateful dumbasses who didn't know a price tag from their own asses. She wasn't going to cry, no, she was just mad and frustrated and annoyed.
"You know," She said quietly, so only he could here, making sure to keep her back to him, "I was ready for you to die back there. I was prepared to move on, but now that you're here? Here in this... place with me. It's like... I don't even know what to say. You were dead, Ray... I was there, I watched you die." Teeth were clenched as she just kept her back to him. This was certainly not the flowery, tear-jerking reunion that most people expected between two lovers. There was so much anger laced in her words as she tried to piece everything together. Nothing made sense in her mind, and nothing was making sense at this resort. Everything was a great big bag of mismatching puzzle pieces.