Ghost Rider in training

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     “The apocalypse just brought out the worst in people, I suppose,” she murmured, switching her gaze to the road. “Some use the fact that there aren’t many animals as an excuse for eating humans. But that implies that humans are no better than livestock, and I don’t believe that.”

      She nodded, looking out the window, her head resting against it. “I don’t believe that either. We can... we can all be good. Just... people choose to be not good.” 

     She chuckled and glanced at the girl. “Apparently human flesh is very sweet,” she said, “but I refuse to touch it. Just the thought of it makes me sick. I don’t understand how humans could eat each other.”

      She curled up on the seat, hugging her legs to her chest, looking outside for a sign of her father. There was none. “I don’t get it... We’re all the same.”

“I mean, sometimes you don’t exactly act your age,” he teased. “I like it.”

“Glad you like it, lover,” she said with a soft smile, nuzzling his chest softly, breathing in his scent. 

He laughed softly. “And here I thought you were the older one…”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she mock-pouted, sliding her arms around his waist for a hug. 

“Don’t hear you complaining.” He leaned back.

She chuckled and tried to tickle him, poking his ribs softly. 

He wrapped his arms around her. “Hey, gorgeous.”

She rolled her eyes before she pecked his cheek softly. “Sweet talker.” 

She plopped down on the couch and rested her head on his shoulder. “Hi, there...” 

Emma growled a little. She wouldn’t admit that she felt jealous, but she did feel very jealous and possessive. She didn’t like the idea of Robbie finding someone better and leaving her, even though she wouldn’t fight if that was the case. “Maybe some PDA would discourage them...” 

“Yeah… I’d like that.” He kissed down her chest and reached down to work at her jeans.

“I want you every way… but for now I’ll settle for my head between your legs.” He kissed up her jawline and down her neck.

Johnny unscrewed the cap off his canteen, taking a deep gulp before passing it to his young daughter. She was all he had left now…and he’d do anything to keep her safe. “You will…I promise. We’re gonna find us a new home.”

She nodded and took the canteen, gulping as much water as she dared. She handed it back to him, wiping her mouth. Thirst was a constant sensation, as was hunger. She hated it, never feeling like she had her fill. “A new home,” she said with wonder.