"Freelance. No where. Just trying to find survivors. Create a new world and that shit. And in these times, alcohol is not the most deadliest thing."
Chantelle sighed, taking another gulp and lighting up a cigarette. 
"Live a little, it feels great trust me. Stopped sorrow and self pity overwhelming you"
And with a seductive smile, she sat on the bonnet of her car, taking a few more smaller sips.