John watched the woman, who was known as Juliet, apparently, glance over at her little buddy and then back at him, before walking toward him. What was she doing? Was she going to take his stuff? Search him? Stab him in the gut? People said a lot of things these days, and John had very little reason to trust what this Juliet person was saying right now. The last Juliet he knew, as far as he knew, was long gone. At least, that was what he made up in his mind to keep the pain of losing her and being separated from her from hurting too much. It was what numbed the pain the best for him.

But instead, she showed him something. Glancing over to the wrist, the amount of shock struck him like a lightning bolt as he processed wha was happening. There was absolutely no way that was what he was actually seeing. There was no way this girl, who just so happened to look like Juliet, had a tattoo that looked just like his. The two had gotten matching dandelion tattoos way, way back as a sign of their friendship. The two had been inseparable until the bombs had dropped, and he had never seen her again.

There was no way. There was absolutely no way. It was too good to be true, and there was no way that this was, in fact, Juliet. Was this some sort of hallucination? Was this a sick joke? Had the radiation finally gotten to him? Was the radiation getting to people and turning them into things? John had so many questions, and there was no way he was going to be trusting this. For all he knew, this was someone who looked [i]just like[/i] Juliet and the tattoo was a cult or something. No fucking way. The sheer shock was preventing him from processing and accept that was, in fact, Juliet in front of him. "W-What are you showing me? I don't... get it."