Make a TF foundation: The last /wo/man on earth.

[Shy Shay]

Cain, for a reason unkown to Bert, blushes slightly when he see's her checks... which are still slightly flushed. "Ah... well, Kyle was a nerd, believe or not. Worse the Samuel. When he become a hot shot hero for our merry little band, he got all the girls. Never got to bed them, though-- always regretted it. This was before you showed up."

[muffinstud]

"Strange. Kyle doesn't seem the nerdy type." She shrugs, and doesn't notice the pink in Cain's cheeks as she turns to check the windows of the store. "Still, I'm glad you guys decided to let me in at all. Being alone out here, even without all of them, it's still a death sentence." She turns back to him, and gives him another small, warm smile.

[Shy Shay]

He smiles back, the blush gone. "Yeah, well, don't expect me to be this soft on you tommorow. We need our chefe, and you're gonna get pushed twice as hard for making me be nice." Soon they arive at an abandoned Wall-Mart.
[I'd feel bad menchaning Wall-Mart due to its infamy, but it was destroyed by zombies, so I think that justifies it.]

[muffinstud]

"Oh, I didn't figure you'd go soft on me. I don't intend to slack off, even if I could use this as an excuse." Bert grabs a shopping cart and rolls it into the smashed and open doors. "Say, what are you in the mood for this week? I'm thinking chinese. You?"

[Shy Shay]

He smirks. "I'm in the mood for meat. Follow me." He walks off to a corner, labeled 'employees only'. "I was planning on saving this for a special occasion-- but I think we should take our chances today."

[muffinstud]

She tilts her head and follows, letting the squeaky cart tell him she's close behind. "What, you found some jerky or something?" She takes the opportunity of Cain being distracted to look down and stare at her chest. The weird feeling of it moving around as she walked was proving too tempting to resist.

[Shy Shay]

He smirks. "Better." He opens up a door, leading to a huge area with hanging meat of all sorts. "I found the meat storage facilitie." It was still cold, but not as cold as it should be. "You like?"

[muffinstud]

Bert gasps. "I like." She walks among the meat. "We could feast like bandits with all this. And we could smoke the rest." She walks around, in awe at all the cold meat. She shakes her head and approaches him, poking him in the chest. "How long have you been holding this out on me?"

[Shy Shay]

He smirks. "Oh, I had a supicion this was here for about a month-- confirmed last weak with Mason. You know how he is. Still, we better hurry and choose-- the cold is leaking faster then I expected."

[muffinstud]

Bert turns and hums to herself. "Well, we'd better get the best cuts then." She goes to a table where some wrapping paper was left strewn about and rolls it around a large cut of prime rib. She grunts, but it doesn't move. "What gives? This thing must weigh a ton..."

[Shy Shay]

Cain blinks. "Really? Let me try." He reaches over, and can move it. His muscles do buldge-- but he can lift it. "Maybe we shoulda brought Mason..." He dumps it in the cart with a thud.

[muffinstud]

Bert blinks as she watches. She gulps, and looks to the floor as she feels her cheeks get hot again. "I... used to be able to lift that much..." She looks at her hands, then back at Cain as she blushes some more. "I feel so weak..."

[Shy Shay]

Cain pats her on the back. "Calm down. While girls are not naturally as strong as boys, I've seen some stronger then Mason. Of course, girls have other... assets... as well." he smirks. "Go find some spices. I'll finish up here."

[muffinstud]

Bert grumbles and looks at her chest. "Don't remind me." She walks off, looking down a bit and rubbing her chin. "Oh, and see if the ribeye is still good. I haven't had a good steak in forever." She heads out of the meat locker and into the aisles, to where the spices are. She grabs some tasty looking seasonings especially for steaks, and grabs some high quality barbecue sauce. "It's so nice not to have to worry about prices any more..."

[Shy Shay]

Cain would reply... if he was with her. After maybe half an hour, however, he comes back-- with five full carts of prime steak. One was full of rib-eye. "Hehe. Who knew this place was so well stocked?" He is openly sweating right now-- hair is matted to his forhead. "And who knew it was so heavy. Phew!"

He has managed to attach all of the carts with some makeshift meat fat. Rather study, actually. Must have been used from the few that went bad.

"I think this is it. Though I'm pretty sure that there is more if we wanted to look much harder..."