Isn’t it funny how things change with an apocalypse? I can still remember how this were going out on a Friday night. I’d hit the gym after work, take a shower and then hit the bar. I’d buy a few drinks for a girl, take her back to my place fuck her brains out and send her on her way, and that was that. I had a new girl every Friday, yes I was a whore, but I was a smart whore, they were from different bars of course, to avoid any of that catty bullshit. Now don’t get me wrong, there is nothing hotter than seeing two broads fight over you, but I don’t have time for that.

But to get to the point, I had my fun and when the weekend was over, I went back to work and was the dedicated soldier doing his thing. Well, until the accident happened. But that’s another story for another time. I don’t feel like reliving that shit on paper right now.

Now things are different. The only bar we have had good beer, at first, but now, that stuffs gone bad and is tastes to what I believe would be hog piss. Not that I’ve ever had it.  I’ve met a few girls there, but I don’t frequent it enough to pick up chicks, nor do I want to. We’ve scored some good booze on our runs and I think Delia has a exchange or something set up with the bar owner for it, but yeah. i can drink on my own, we’re allotted at least one bottle for ourselves, even though I haven’t had a drink in a bit. I need to fix that.

But back to my previous topic. Nowadays, if you meet a girl, and you’re lucky enough that:

a) you’re attracted to her

b) she’s attracted back

c) she doesn’t have a crazy ass boyfriend who wants to beat your skull in for looking at his girl

then you’re alright. I’ve actually had some luck, sorta.  First there was Mel, but yeah that ship’s sailed and like I mentioned before, I have no idea where the fuck she is since we parted ways. Julia, yeah she was a basket full of crazy. If women came with warning labels, that bitch needed a truckload, like the big ass glowing ones and a few sirens to help scare off the curious ones. Let’s just say that I learned the hard way that you don’t fuck crazy. And then there’s Delia, or Del, what she goes by. She’s the lead around here at the ATC, or well the second in charge. Gensa is out helping move her family and left Del with the reigns. So yup, she’s the HBIC, head bitch in charge. She’s a firecracker that one, and I don’t mind taking orders from her, she knows her shit.

I mean at first glance it’s hard to take her seriously.  She’s so fucking tiny I can just put her in my pocket. But I am discovering that good things do come in small packages. She’s feisty, she’s funny, I’m learning shit from her and she keeps me on my toes. I like that.

She doesn’t take my shit and she dishes it out just as well. I’m glad I got to know her, even thought we wanted to kill each other that first meeting. Besides, it doesn’t hurt that I get to bang her every now and then. And no, I’m not fucking my way up the ladder, things just happened and well, we both are responsible adults and enjoy ourselves, ’nuff said.

In an apocalyptic world, people shouldn’t have have time for last names and backgrounds and shit. At least I don’t. Hell, I don’t need to know about your parents or siblings, truth be told, they are probably fucking dead. Ages aren’t really something that is discussed, or the whole favorite colors bullshit. Idle chit chat gets people killed. But, for the first time. I actually allowed that. I sat down with her and we talked about ourselves. It was oddly, refreshing.

I’m a little afraid to get too close though. Seems I have bad luck when I let people get close, especially when they are of the female persuasion. Day by day. That’s all I can go by. Take things a day at a time. I’m sitting here worried about stupid shit like the possibility of a failed relationship and I might not even live to see the end of the week. What the fuck, am I going soft?