Manny had to hide his grin as he waited for you to attend to his fresh wounds. His charm only started to work on you, conversations about his patrol extending to more personal ones. He had began sneaking rations from the food area to cheer you up on a bad day.

You were on his hit list, the list of women he had a goal of sleeping with. He was going to get you in his bed by any means.

“Ah, Hermosa.” He smiles, greeting you as you walk him, slipping on gloves and a surgical mask. The look of a nurse had changed over the years of an apocalypse, more cautious and covered. Yet, you did more than rocked it. You owned it.

“Was wondering if you were coming.” He flashes his signature smile. The one that pulled women into his bed.”¿Como estaba mi señorita?”