It's gonna be a Wilde ride.

Kitty was still upset over her conversation with Sam when she walked back to her little cubbyhole. "Hey," she said, the corners of her mouth lifting in a smile when she saw Puck. "Want to go out?" she asked him, now sure that she wanted to be gone from this place for just a bit. "I don't want to die or anything, but I'd like to go for a run if it's safe and check out the police station. I can't believe we haven't done it yet, honestly. They may have emergency broadcast radios or something."

Puck had been strumming on his guitar that Kitty had gotten him for Christmas for the majority of the day. She'd said something about going to talk to Sam which both worried and confused the older Puckerman. When he heard Kitty's voice, he bit down on his lip to fight back the smile that dared play out on his features, but in the end, it happened anyway. "Hey chica," he said, standing up from his sitting position on a self. "You really think it's a good idea to leave this place?" he asked, his eyes moving to the front of the store. He was all about adventures, but not when Kitty could possibly get hurt again.

Kitty shook her head, putting a hand on her forehead. "Probably not," she said, walking close to him and putting her head on his chest. She sighed deeply. "We don't have to run. We can take the truck. I'm being dumb." She looked up at him as he wrapped his arms around her. "I do want to go, though."

Puck placed the guitar neatly against a self and made his way closer to Kitty. "We should take the truck just to be safe," he said, his eyes searching hers right before he pulled her into a hug. "We can go chica. Just -- if things get dangerous or whatever, just know that I'm protecting you before I protect myself."

Kitty narrowed her eyes at him. "Why would you say that?" she demanded. "I don't want you to protect me before you protect yourself, that's dumb. You're a strong guy, and you're needed around here to help everyone. I would just be the dumbass that got us into the mess in the first place." She didn't want to move out of his arms, but she really did want to go.

Puck rolled his eyes and frowned. "I don't really care about what you think you are, because you're more than that to me." He leaned down and pressed his lips against her forehead before brushing past her and walking toward the door. "You ready to go?" he asked.

Kitty looked down and nodded, walking over to pick up one of the backpacks she kept stocked just in case. "I looked out earlier and there aren't any around the front of the store. Or there weren't..." For all she knew, a giant mob of zombies had taken over. She grabbed her baseball bat, looking at him and silently asking if he wanted the other one.

Puck removed a single piece of boarding from the front door and peeked through. "Yeah, hand it over," he said quietly. He didn't see any zombies, but that didn't mean there weren't any waiting for two walking bodies of food to show up.

Kitty tossed him the bat and put the backpack on, taking his hand and pulling on it until he was looking at her. She didn't say anything, just stood on her toes and pressed her lips to his. "Be safe," she pleaded softly, knowing that if something attacked him she might not be much help. "Please."

Puck caught the bat with ease and gripped it tightly. He was a bit nervous for the trip, but he wouldn't pass up the opportunity to leave the place for nothing. When Puck turned to look at Kitty, he was cut off by her lips. With a smile, Puck kissed her back and let his forehead fall against hers as she spoke. "You do the same," he said before kissing her once more.

Kitty "I will," she promised him. She'd been the one attacked last time, and she didn't want to be that person anymore. Admittedly, they'd both ended up running for their lives, but if he hadn't been there she would have died. "Let's go."

Puck nodded and began removing the rest of the boards until a hole had been made big enough for the two of them to crawl through. Puck went first and waited for Kitty on the other side, his eyes scanning the area for any zombies that looked hungry.

Kitty quickly slid through the hole, careful to replace all the boards as they were. Standing up, she dusted her hands off on her pants and shivered, taken aback by the cold. It was bitterly, mind numbingly cold. She looked over at him, her breath visible between them. "You drive, right?" she asked, glad they'd decided to go in the truck instead of jog.

Puck grabbed Kitty's hand and began leading her towards the truck. He wanted to wait and talk once they were inside the truck.

Kitty climbed in the driver's side door and crawled over the bench seat to the passenger side, getting out of Puck's way. She sat on her knees on the seat as she took the backpack off, putting it in the floor and sitting down normally. She propped her back up against the seat, looking over at him. "Want me to hold your bat while you drive?"

Puck slid into the truck after Kitty and shut his door as quietly as he could. With a grin, he looked over at her and shrugged. "Isn't it a little cold for you to be trying to hold my bat?" he asked, a smirk now on his lips.

Kitty stared at him for a moment with her mouth open before laughing loudly, covering her mouth with her hand. "Noah Puckerman," she said, taking the bat with her free hand. "You're the devil, I swear." Her smile, though...it probably belied her words.

Puck chuckled quietly and reached forward to squeeze her leg gently. "Shh, you're gonna get us killed." It was only meant as a joke, but it could have been true. "What? I'm trying to lighten the mood. Plus I'm cold and need heat."

Kitty hoped the blush in her cheeks could be attributed to the cold, because she was pretty sure they were bright red. "Sorry," she told him, meaning it. The truck was loud enough, she didn't need to add to the noise they were making. She leaned over and kissed his cheek, smiling. "I'll help you get warmed up when we get back."

Puck licked over his lips, his tongue pushing against his cheek before Kitty placed a kiss onto it. "Don't apologize," he said as he started the truck and began to make his way toward the police station. "Or we could have a little fun on the road," he said, glancing over at her. He was kidding; mostly.

Kitty looked at him like he was crazy, though she should have assumed as much. He'd always been a little off. "Maybe...if you want to freeze. And/or get eaten by zombies." The idea was actually appealing to her, though, which was probably a good sign that she was crazy too.

Puck chuckled once more and kept his eyes on the road. "I'm kidding, damn girl." He blindly reached over and grabbed Kitty's hand, giving it a soft squeeze. "How have you been feeling?"

Kitty wanted to say "like someone slapped me" after her talk with Sam, but she knew that probably wasn't a good topic of conversation. She noted a few zombies on the sides of the road chasing them, but there weren't very many and they seemed slower than she remembered. Maybe the cold affected them. "Pretty good," she told him. "My arm doesn't hurt anymore at all, and I have a badass scar, so."

Puck glanced over at her and smiled before turning his attention back to the road. He wondered how her talk with Sam had gone, but he didn't feel like getting angry. "A beautiful badass scar," he said with a smile.

Kitty shook her head at the statement, knowing he was only trying to make her feel better. Surprisingly, it seemed to help. Seeing the police station come into view, she scanned the streets to see what they were up against. "Where are all the zombies?" she asked, immediately wishing she hadn't. The last time she'd something stupid like that they'd almost died.

Puck shot Kitty a look before relaxing. "Maybe they're off eating someone else," he said as he began slowing down. Once he was parked in front of the building, Puck turned toward Kitty and frowned. "Seriously, if anything happens to me, get in the truck and go back."

Kitty frowned at the idea of them eating someone else, suddenly uneasy. "I think we just need to face the fact that there's no way I'd leave you, and apparently there's no way you'd leave me," she said, watching him. "So don't get down or we're both dead." The advice was for them both, but she knew it applied more to her as she was the weaker of the two.

Puck leaned forward and pressed his lips against Kitty's. His eyes stayed closed until he pulled back and grabbed his bat. "Please be careful," he said before opening his door and stepping back out into the chilly air.

Kitty nodded, grabbing her back and sliding over to where Puck stood, jumping out of the tall truck. Ah, the joys of being vertically challenged. Putting the backpack back on, she looked around, not seeing any zombies but knowing some had to have heard them. She shut the door quietly, grimacing at the noise it still made. "Hurry," she said, walking quickly towards the station.

Puck followed Kitty but made sure to keep a close eye out for their surroundings. He didn't want a zombie sneaking up on them and making a meal out of two.

Kitty tried the front door, knowing it would probably be locked but figuring it was the best place to start. "Locked," she said softly, leaning forward to look inside the building. "You'd think there would still be someone in there," she whispered, mostly to herself. She thought she saw a slight movement but shrugged it off as a trick of shadows. "Let's go around to the side," she said, leading the way. There had to be some way in that wouldn't cause a lot of attention.

Puck made sure to keep an eye out. Of course he was frustrated with the locked door, but what more could he expect? He followed Kitty's quiet footsteps and hoped that the next door would be unlocked. If it wasn't, he was going to kick it down.

Kitty tried the door on the side of the building and sighed in frustration. "Locked," she said, looking back at him. "What do you want to do? Keep going around?"

Puck rolled his eyes. Down with locked doors he thought silently before kicking into it. When the door swung open, Puck shrugged and walked through, his eyes scanning the room before he turned back to Kitty. "I think it's clear."

Kitty was surprised by the movement, still hanging back in the door for a moment. "Well," was all she could say, walking into the building. It was cold, not that she'd expected anything less. "I bet the air conditioning is still on in here," she murmured, trying to shut the kicked in door. The apocalypse had started when it was hot out, and this place certainly felt like a freezer. "We should turn it off before we do anything else."

Puck shook his head. "We should leave it on. It makes noise, which will cover up our footsteps." He wasn't the smartest dude in the world, but it seemed like a good idea even for him. "If you get cold, you can have my jacket. I don't really need it."

Kitty /really/ hated the cold. "Won't the heat make noise too?" she mumbled, walking into the main room and looking around. There were papers all over the floor and signs of a struggle. "I wonder what happened in here," she said quietly, kicking aside something with her shoe.

Puck shrugged. "Like I said, if you get cold, my jacket is all yours." He followed Kitty closely, forgetting to check his back until it was too late. "Kitty, get back," he said as he turned around to swing at the first of two zombies.

Kitty did exactly that without thought, ducking as she did. Her heart dropped when she saw the two zombies, noting somehow that one of them was a police officer she'd known before this started. His daughter was a Cheerio. "Oh, no," she moaned softly, lifting her back to hit him as he came towards her, not wanting to.

Puck knew that Kitty didn't want to fight the zombie, but she had to. He continued to swing at the zombie until it had fallen onto the floor. Once down, Puck began slamming his bat into its head over and over, not sure if it would ever stop moving.

Kitty swung, hitting the man in the head as she backed up, almost tripping over something. "Just stop Mr. Jackson," she said to the zombie, holding her back in front of her as he recovered from the hit and again walked towards her. "Just stop!"

Puck turned his head to see Kitty struggling. He frowned, but quickly moved over to where the zombie was and began to swing until he too had fallen to the ground. Once he was down, Puck dropped his bat and moved over to Kitty. "It's okay," he whispered as he wrapped his arms around.

Kitty stood still in his arms, still shaking. "It's Becky's dad," she told him. "That's Becky Jackson's dad." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, now clinging to the boy in front of her. "I'm sorry, I froze," she told him. "It won't happen again."

Puck kissed the top of her head and shook his head. "Stop Kitty, please just stop." He wasn't mad at her, in fact, he was saddened. He turned around to check his back and swallowed thickly. "Stay close to me from now on and keep your eyes out."

Kitty nodded. "After we make sure there are no more...can we take them out before we try the radios? I don't want to be in here with them..." She closed her eyes, avoiding the sight of the zombies on the ground.

Puck nodded. He'd do anything to make Kitty feel more comfortable and safe. He grabbed her hand and held onto his bat tightly with the other hand began making his way through the rest of the building.

Kitty sighed with relief when there were no more zombies, looking around the room for radios as Puck got rid of the two dead zombies. Thank God for Puck; she wouldn't have been able to touch them. She found herself wondering where Becky was, but stopped herself. Best to not think about it. She found several radios and quickly realized she had no idea how to use any of them. "Shit," she said, twisting the dial on a big one, not sure what she expected to happen.

Puck got rid of both bodies as quickly as he could. It was disgusting, but something he had to do. Once he was finished, he walked back into the building and shut the door, now wishing he hadn't broke the lock. "What?" he asked as he got closer and looked down at the radios. "Are they working?"

Kitty shrugged, turning to look at him. "They're on...I just don't know how to work them." She sat down in a chair and sighed, looking around. "We should probably stay here tonight anyway, see if we can figure any of them out." She looked around, noting the small couch in the waiting room. She grimaced when she thought about all the criminals that had been on that couch. It was what it was, though. "Sound okay to you?"

Puck nodded and followed to where her eyes landed. "It's not very big. Guess you get floor," he said with a faint smile. He grabbed her hand gently and led her over to the couch. He took off his jacket and gave it to her once they were closer. "Use it for a blanket. I'll stay up and make sure nothing happens. We'll work on the radios in the morning."

Kitty shook her head. "We can fit," she insisted. "I'll just sleep on top of you. And if something comes, you have my permission to dump me into the floor to kill it."

Puck looked down at the couch once and sighed. "Fine," he said as he stretched out onto it. "I'm still not going to sleep though."

Kitty nodded, lying on top of him and shifting her weight to the side so that it pressed mostly against the couch. She'd had a really, really bad day and she was going to take whatever comfort she could find. Listening to Puck's heartbeat, she closed her eyes. "Wake me up in a few hours and I'll keep watch," she told him.