Jasper was almost stunned by Kay's response.  But what had he expected?  Laughter? Scorn?  Slowly he lifted his arms and wrapped them around her as well.  Jasper was relieved to feel his hands stop shaking as he held Kay in his arms.  Softly whispering, "Thanks Kay... you and the others... we're all like family now.  So I'll be a broken super human tank... but I'll still have your back."<br/><br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Deeper in the city perched upon the roof of one of six 10 story buildings set in a circle with a large circular square in the center the woman glares down into the night sniper rifle (one of four weapons carried on her person) for the moment held loosely in her lap .  At one time there had been a beautiful large man made cement pond in the center of the square.  Oh the pond was still there but only the edges of it could be seen through all the piles of dead and rotted headless corpses that littered the ground.  Minerva Nightingale was the last of a small group of survivors who had been first thrown together then one by one had been torn apart.  Minerva was a 28 year old bomb shell of a beauty.  Stood 5'10 inches with a lithe muscular build.  Decent sized breasts shapely hips and ass.  Her hair was dark red with some golden highlights.  Minerva knew something was different about her from the start but none of the others said anything about feeling different so neither did she.  Before all the crazy shit had begun Minerva had been a very successful small arms dealer, developer and demolitions expert who had an intimate knowledge of how to use all of the weapons she made and traded in.   Made a hell of a lot of money off the military charging them an arm, a leg and then some for her ideas.  It was her way of saying fuck you to the bastards who said she couldn't join just because she also had a dick in her pants.  She was wearing her own specially made form fitting black suit.  No it didn't give her any special powers but it was both bullet and fire proof.  Over the bottom of her tight fitting suit she wore black loose fitting pants and black leather riding boots.  She was also wearing a black leather vest were she kept a lighter along with a pack of Newports in one of the pockets.<br/><br/>The whole top floor of large apartment/office complex belonged to her.  The place had been built as under the new concept of live and work at home.  Well actually she held the title to all 6 buildings but she only claimed the top floor of one of the building as her own.  After having to shoot down the last of her surviving friends after he had turned zombie on her Minerva had barricaded herself in her 10 floor fortress.  With enough supplies to last several years if need be.  The emergency generators would only last a couple years without being finding more fuel for them.<br/><br/>The night was quiet with nothing stirring yet down below but then again the night was early.  Soon enough more of those zombies would spill out into the streets in search of food.  Atop her building with her sniper rifle, high power pistol, sub machine rifle and heavy laser cannon (think of the weapons used by Shepard in Mass Effect) all with self regenerating ammo Minerva was more than ready.