She continues to glare.

Cully cleared his throat. "You sure have got yourself a looker here, havent you, boy? Now, ma'am, what are you doing with this reprobate? He'll lead you down the road to ruin, I promise you."

"He kidnapped me." She responds flatly. "I don't exactly have a choice."

"Gotcha. Well, in that case, why dont we three friends go and sit down for a while, have something cool to drink?"

"Great," said Alex. "You got one of the generators going, then?"

"Yeah, Im staying in your dads old place," said Cully as they started down the road. He walked stiffly, swinging his prosthetic leg with every step. "Cant really be seen from outside the enclosure, even when Ive got my truck inside."

"How come youre out here on your own, instead of training new AKs somewhere?" asked Alex. "We thought the place was abandoned."

Cullys rifle hung from his hand, moving in time with his steps. "Its seen better days, and thats a fact," he said.

She stays in the car.

They notice and Alex goes back to get her

She glares at him.

"Get out."

"No."

"Fine. Die of heat stroke."