The movement only made her tense up again, shifting to peer over the brush that she’d been crouching behind. She watched as the other rummaged through the bag, relaxing once more when she spotted the items pulled out of it.
Lia hardly paid much attention to Sam’s humorous comments, other than mumbling a quiet response to the obviously rhetorical question.
“We’re in an apocalypse, I’d say that that might be something wrong.”
Regardless of her blunt response, she slowly creeped up into a standing position. She crossed her arms tightly across her torso in a protective way, still keeping herself as small as she could while standing. Once up, she carefully stepped out of the bushes, hardly making a sound as she inched over to Sam. She only got as close as she had to in order to grab the granola bar, before backing back up a couple of feet, making sure to stand out of the other’s reach. Lia trembled slightly as she tore open the wrapping, a reminder of just how low her blood sugar truly was as she quickly took a few bites. And oh, was it ever so good. Food was food at this point, and she couldn’t complain much.
It was like feeding a stray cat, the way the woman inched up and snatched the granola bar away. Sam couldn’t help but chuckle.
“I hope you don’t mind.” She gestured to the pack of cigarettes in her hand. “I figure while you munch...” She shrugs pulling out a crinkled cigarette and a lighter that had clearly seen better days.
It takes a moment to light, the lighter clearly lighting off of fumes. But once it’s lit Sam takes a deep inhale and blows the smoke away from the girl. “I know it’s a nasty habit but it takes up time and keeps the fingers busy... And I guess it’s nice on the anxiety.”
“My name is Sam, by the way. What’s yours?”
