"You're welcome, Marie."<br/><br/>Nashville?  Marie was a long way from home, but she talked about the end of the world as it had happened a month ago and that was more than five years ago.  She seemed nice enough now, but she was a few fries short of a happy meal.  Then again he wasn't the poster boy for mental health either.  One of the old time shrinks would probably call him a psychopath suffering from post stress trauma disorder or some such.  Did any of that matter any more?  The old world was gone and it wasn't coming back.<br/><br/>"It's cold rabbit for breakfast then we'll hit the road."  He pulled out the left-over rabbit that he'd cooked last night.  He whipped out his knife and cut her off a leg and handed it to her.  "You like rabbit.  We've almost been living on it the past few days."<br/><br/>He attacked what was left not bothering to use his knife.  There wasn't much meat on a rabbit, but it beat skipping breakfast. He glanced over to see if Marie was eating.  "So, you got any skills?  Besides singing, I mean.  That was impressive."