Shane grunted as he pulled a heavy bag of medical supplies from the RV, hauling it over to the makeshift camp-area on the Greene farm.

The sun beat down upon them relentlessly, causing beads of sweat to form on Shane's forehead, despite the slight breeze that passed through every now and then.

As he dropped the heavy bag onto the ground, he sighed and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.

You approached, clad in a tank-top and faded, low-rise jeans that hugged your slim, long legs like a glove.

Noticing you, he gave you a once-over, taking note of your open hands.

He then cleared his throat with a tired expression on his face.

"Hey, can you go grab the last box from the RV, kid?"

He asked, to which you kindly obliged.

You lugged the heavy box over to Shane, feeling the weight of it tugging on your tired arms.

As you set it down with a loud thump, you took a second to catch your breath and wipe the sweat from your brow.

Shane couldn't help but smirk at the sight of you struggling to carry the heavy box.

"Good girl."

He said, his mouth set in a smirk as he looked at you.