[b]"Nervous?[/b] Clover eyed Niko with a smirk. [b]"Afraid of the dark are we?"[/b] She hopped off the car and began to walk back to the fuel she'd syphoned earlier, no longer interested in everyone's stories. [b]"If you can't handle a few walkers then by all means take your leave."[/b] She picked up the supplies, turning toward their truck to drop them off. As she passed Katrina, she stopped for a second to look at her. A tall slim woman, dark skinned, seemingly Latino decent. To Clover she seemed beautiful, something rare to look at these days when everything was dark and bleak and ugly. At the same time she felt a tug in her chest... if there was anyone she really missed... it was the only other person she considered beautiful. She only hoped that the girl in front of her didn't meet the same fate. All the more reason for her to remain detached.

Clover dropped the jug of fuel into the bed of the truck before pulling the passenger side door open and turning toward the group one last time. She looked at each of them. A mixed bunch really, all of them lacking the chemistry to stick together and one person in particular sticking out like a sore thumb.

[b]"Don't worry Niko. We can't see your pussy under that skirt."[/b] And with that Clover disappeared into the cabin of their truck, closing the door behind her. Almost immediately all the stress that'd been building up inside disappeared. It was quieter in the back seat, peaceful. Outside the window she could see the sun's light beginning to dim, slipping behind dark clouds as they billowed across the sky.

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[b]"Ignore her..."[/b] Carter said to Niko. [b]"She's a bit abrasive to strangers."[/b] He slowly righted himself, leaning fully on the cane as he eyed the other three again. [b]"Niko's right, we need to get moving. It's getting dark and I now you heard that noise earlier. I don't mean to stick around and find out what it is. So..."[/b] He finally turned toward the woman who had remained quiet where she was. [b]"Last chance to share."[/b]