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Rue’s dyed pink hair looked magenta when it hadn’t been shampooed for weeks. She lit up another cigarette, hugging the paper wrapped tobacco to her dry chapped lips. She was running out of bottled water, and most water sources were contaminated with the virus, not that she would catch it. She was immune, something she wished her kid brother was. She took a drag from her cigarette.

She ran her fingers through her hair, remembering when she dyed it the first time. Back when the world was sane. Another drag. She exhaled the poison with a sigh. That didn’t matter now. Her auburn roots were starting to show and soon she’d having nothing left from the old world. Another drag.

Her view of the street from the warehouse roof top wasn’t by any means limited. She watched the entrance of the metro station, nothing entered, and nothing left. The usual.

The city was littered with trash, the smell of rotting flesh and built up trash had become the norm, and a refreshing break from the stale air inside her "home". She finished off her cigarette and threw it to the ground, snubbing out the embers with her boots. Her glance lingered down the road to the grocery store. Shampoo, soap, toothpaste, food that wasn’t wet dog food, would be in there. The last time she went; her fingers touched the scar on her eye. She barely made it out alive.

She was running low on the vending machine products she found in the break room. She had one small bottle of water left and a bag of fruit snacks. She’d have to count her cigarettes, smoking every time after she ate dog food was going to take her toll on her inventory.

She headed back downstairs, she needed to do inventory and organization. She was avoiding doing a raid at all cost, but then again, what did she have to lose?

Rue

Rue jumped and pulled a knife out of her back pocket, ready to defend herself against the new infestation.... It was a man. A Survivor. She cursed inwardly at herself, she needed to pay better attention when she was making her way back down from the roof top. Especially now that she was allowing people to stay with her.

Rue glared at the dog, "Don't worry about it. The feeling is mutual. There are raw hides in that pile of crap over there. Dogs like that chit right, bones and ropes?" She made a mental note to keep small bones in her pockets to toss the wolf when the new guy wasn't around it.

"That's the break room, hope you don't plan on having your own room. We all sleep in the center. We all take watches. Privacy isn't a luxury we can afford. And definitely not with strangers." She pointed her thumb behind the kid to a clearing that was surrounded by organized piles of kibble, toys, and dog beds.

Rue remembered humming her kid brother to sleep in an eerie subway car that offered only flickering lights. The mock screams of monsters giving her brother nightmares and the scraping along the car when the Flash Mobs searched for their next meal...

She snapped out of it, "Must've been hard." she replied. She wouldn't call this place homie, but it was gold compared to other places. She eyed his pack of cigarettes. She was thankful she had already smoked before coming down, otherwise she'd have to ask this guy for his stuff.

"Don't smoke inside. The smoke will never go away. No air movement." she gestured to the ladder, "Up there is the roof. Smoke outside. Your dog thing can stay down here, I'm sure she's the happiest of us here anyway."

Rue picked up a large 'bacon flavor raw hide' and slid it towards the huge dog.
"My name is Rue by the way." she gave the man her last name. The last person to call her Kiko was Drexel, and she preferred it that way.

Rue

Rue shot a glare at the man, she still hadn't caught his name, "It was already open? I lock my doors every time I leave and enter. You should do the same." She walked towards the doors and pulled them shut, avoiding the wood. Last thing she needed was an infection from a moldy splinter. She locked the doors and adjusted the shelves accordingly. If more people needed to come in, they could knock. Like human beings. Or Monsters. If they learn... She refused to finish that thought. She had enough night mares to worry about.

She looked back at the wolf and then back to the girl, "It's his apparently. The name is Rue."