Heather was glad that Rogue seemed unhurt. "I'm Heather," she said. "And it's okay. It's not like property really means the same thing anymore. It's just that he protects me, you know? And we've run into some bad people. So he chases people away if they get too close to the house." It sounded like a rational and reasonable explanation, didn't it? Heather was turning out to be quite the actress in Everett.
"He was just protecting me. There have been others that aren't as nice as you are." Always pad the lie with a good bit of truth, it helped to make it believable. Heather had run into her fair share of strangers on the road that had either wanted her supplies or her body, neither of which Jed had ever allowed. He was always there protecting her just as she protected him now.
"Yeah, it's been just the two of us for a long time now. Three years, maybe?" Maybe it had been less or maybe it had been more. It was easy to lose track in a zombie apocalypse. She had spent so much time in Vera's old mansion trying to avoid the zombies. They gave Jed and his chainsaw something to do, chase away the zombies. That was until there was so many of them that Heather and Jed had no choice but to leave the estate in Texas behind.
"I have friends in town though. Well, at the prison. Do you know Abigail Hobbs?" She mentioned Abigail because she seemed like a nice normal girl. Heather loved Shelley but she knew Shelley's appearance could be off putting to other people.