Nona entered the brick building and looked around. The building was old and paint was chipping off the walls, but it still felt like home to her. It was never going to be a complete home without her mother but it was close enough. She had heard word around town that Jack needed to talk to her about the Zombie Infestation happening at the North Border but she hadn't seen him all day. She figured she would knock on his door. Crossing the entrance room and walking up the hallway, she approached the stairs She took them two at a time till she reached the second floor. Walking halfway down the hall she stopped at the fifth door. Raising her hand, she knocked four times and waited. If he wasn't here than she would see how the everyone else was doing. She didn't want any getting hurt and infected with a disease that there healers could not fix.

Jack jumped at the knock on his door, spilling chips all over the ugly carpeted floor and almost falling of the couch simultaneously. He cursed and stood up, making his way carefully around the chips on the floor and laying his hand on the door handle. He quickly glanced through the peephole to check who was on the other side of it, and his eyes flashed with curiosity. 'What does Nona want?' he thought, opening the door with a pathetic creee-eeeek! "Hey Nona. What's up?" he asked her, leaning on the door frame in a picture a laziness.

Pushing past him, Nona laughed quietly. "You seem calm and on the lazy side today." She noticed. Walking towards the couch she heard a crunch under her feet and looked down. "Are you serious! How many times do I have to tell you to keep your room clean because you're going to attract unwanted guest that are far harder to get rid of then zombies." She scolded and bent down to pick up the chips in her hand. "Get me a trashcan or something." She demanded.

Jack wrinkled his nose at her, but obeyed, grabbing a trash can from beside the door and tossing it to her. "You aren't in charge of me, Nona! You sound like my mom." He complained, switching off the television with the older of a button and collapsing into an armchair. "So, I suppose we should talk about those Zombies.in the south." He said, popping a chip into his mouth.

(So I was thinking, maybe Jack and Nona should have a romantic relationship? ;))

Nona tossed the chip crumbs from the floor into the trashcan and then sat the trashcan back next to the door. "Right after..." She said and snuck up behind him, "I do this!" She said and snatched the bag of chips from his hands. Giggling she skipped over to the couch, holding the chips like a prize. She liked being alone with Jack because she could loosen up and not have to feel like she was leading people to there demise. If she didn't think about it to hard it was like this end of the world thing didn't happen. Reaching her hand in the bag she popped a chip in her mouth and laid down across the couch. "Okay boss, so what do you think we should do about these zombies?" She asked and chewed the chip with a loud crunch.

(Sure)

Jack growled playfully and stalked over to Nona, a look of phony anger written on his features. "First, you will give me my chips back." He said, grinning sneakily. He liked being around Nona; she was the only person in the world, other than Em, who could make him act like a child again. It was nice, not being so uptight; just three minutes away from being leader of the Survivors was like a weeks dose of medicine. "And second," he launched himself at Nona, tipping the old couch onto it's back and sprawling them both onto the floor. He landed on top, snatched the chips from her hands, and rolled back over onto the floor, trying to supress laughter. "Second, we can talk about zombies. Only once I have my chips, though." He said, his pale, sharp-paned face breaking into a true smile.

(OH YAY!!!)

Nona giggled like a maniac and laid sprawled across the floor next to Jack. She was laughing so hard that her sides and lower stomach hurt. Rolling over, she climbed on top of Jack and tried to wrestle the chips out of his hands. She wasn't hungry but she sure did like to mess with him. There was something about being alone with Jack that always made her laugh and smile. It was a good feeling all together like saving an animal from impending doom, or finally learning the words to your favorite song. "What did I tell you about hogging all the food, you're gonna get fat and then no one will love you." She said and pinched his stomach lightly while still trying to pry the chips from his fingers.

(Um.... Hello? Are you going to reply to me?)