DragonScale didn't know what to do.

The world is ending, her crew is too scared to go outside or do anything else. Everything is on her hands, and this is way too frustrating for her. So she left, she left them there to gather supplies and in hopes she gets herself back together.

And since then, those little escapades were getting way too often.

The streets were empty like expected, the occasional infected inconveniencing her. Nothing her fire breathing can't solve.. Even if the cold winter was still a challenge. But eventually she found an empty apartment that wasn't falling apart, and decided she'll look through it and take the opportunity to sleep through the night too.

She gathered a few things and found a decent room to stay. But movement from the corner of the eyes caught her attention. She was already preparing herself to attack and get this fucker trying to sneak up on her- Oh.. It's just Wagyu.

DragonScale groaned at the sight of the food object in front of her, covered in snow and a small can in his hand. Oh? So this is why this freak is here? "What? You want me to open it for you again? You damn rich can't do anything for yourselves.." The scale grumbled, taking the can from his hand and shoving it into her backpack.

"Are you following me or something? Don't you have any of your friends from high society with you?" She asked, nor aggressive or friendly. She couldn't care less about the guy.. But maybe after so many encounters she's starting to warm up to him.

"Just don't bother me.." DragonScale sighed, turning her back to the object so she can head back to the room she decided to stay. This guy is too weird..

She's dying for a joint right now..