Heather turned to Jake, who felt the need to come out after her. Nice enough guy for a giant juice monkey. The brunette swore at herself for thinking like a complete self-centred bitch. It would be very likely that she was going to be with Jake through this mess. To think that she could have just continued down the road or just turned around and gone home. Nope. She decided to be responsible, call home, and be stuck out in the middle of nowhere with her school supplies and her car with barely half a tank of gas in it.<em><strong>It would die on the freeway anyway...</strong></em><br/><br/>Catching his words despite the attempts of the fall breeze, Heather shrugged her shoulder at him, as if he asked the stupidest question in the world. "<strong>There's no where to go, bud. Fuck! What are we supposed to do? People are ripping each other apart right now. It's only a matter of time before that shit gets down here. An hour, maybe two. That reporter fuckhead said that they 'die' and then come back. It's only going to spread.</strong>" Out of a nervous reflex, the girl tightened the straps of her backpack, then looked around for an answer to her problem. There were no screams or gunshots on the streets just yet, but from those that were piling into their cars in a hushed panic or talking on their cell phones with their family and friends, everyone knew something was going down.<br/><br/>Looking back at Jake, she considered something rather silly. Every time one of these stupid 'The World is Ending' ideas comes into conversation, the one thing everyone wants to do before they die is fuck someone. Heather always said that she would do something she'd never do under any normal circumstances like loot and just be a goon, but now that she was in the middle of a situation where she may very well be eaten alive in the next few days, banging someone sounded alright. Wordlessly, the brunette shook the idea out of her head, which probably looked really dumb to Jake. She simply brushed it off with another one of her nervous quirks in ensuring that her socks were even on either leg; coming up to just under her knees. A soccer thing to do.<br/><br/>"<strong>Alright, tough guy,</strong>" Heather started, trying not to add 'Let's fuck' at the end of it. "<strong>Erm... what do you suggest we do? We're not going to leave this city any time soon. I'm not willing to just bunker down in a fucking motel room until everyone else around me is dead. Fuuuuck!</strong>" Frustration was clear in her body and her words. At least she wasn't scared shitless that the world as far as she knew it was going to hell anymore.