RFYL -- This Silence is Smothering

It felt like hours passed by in days as the boring empty scenery rolled along side the windows. Even when she was driving, it felt like she had been awake for months and the show she was stuck watching was boring. Chocolate eyes flickered to the man in the passengers seat. She always wished he would be asleep, something about that thought that she wanted to humor seemed so simple and human. Even in this car though, he was alert. Cold blue eyes were closed, but she could see it in his posture, the way he shifted at any noise of them rolling over a rough patch, or when she sped up just because she saw one of the infected close enough to the road to make her weary.

Unlike Levi, when it was her turn to sit in the passengers seat, she allowed herself to relax. She still found herself opening her eyes anytime there was a pothole, or a sudden increase of speed but there were moments Hanji got to meet sleep. It was a relief. She always felt pent up, like her muscles were fighting the urge to move... her mind wondered to the chore list and active duties that being at the church had at least done for her. Were they alive? What had they really been up to with the infected in the basement? She had always been too scared to ask; from what she understood it never was anything promising. Sleep let these thoughts rest, and she could pretend that everything would be fine when she woke. Driving, siphoning gas from abandoned vehicles, nibbling from their stash of food and she would try and tempt him into hunting before they switched seats and she could sleep again; she was used to the routine by the fourth day. After that though? It was all a boring blur or repetition to her.

"Fucking shit!" Until one dawn she woke up to a loud bang and the anger of her companion. The woman had a hand on her knife and her eyes darted for a sign of the infected, only to freeze at the sign of smoke. Levi was slamming his hands against the steering wheel and throwing caution to the wind as he burst from the vehicle and started kicking the tire of the car. The woman couldn't help but sigh, because this certainly wasn't helpful attitude.

"Is it helping?" She smirked, throwing her pack over her shoulder and keeping her eyes on the road. No infected yet. Her question seemed to only rile the man up more as he reached past his open door and grabbed his crowbar, slamming it down against the windshield and making Hanji jump back. "What the Hell‽" Okay, fine be angry but this was their ride!

"This is why I didn't want this shit car! This is why I shouldn't have listened to someone with shitty glasses who can't see how terrible of an idea this was! I said that these were terrible cars, I should have just picked one myself!"

"... Are you really this upset?" This was ridiculous, unbelievable really. Was this asshat really throwing a tantrum over the car shutting down? This was just something they had picked up, she had abandoned her own car long ago and hadn't had just a fit! "You're fucking with me, right?"

"We have no ride! We are in the middle of Hell on Earth and our own death out here!" He snapped, starting to growl as he threw the top up.

Yeah, he really was. Maybe she was still tired - which all things considered, was not good - or she was just happy to actually be standing again. Hanji tried to ignore the huffing and puffing of the upset man and just kept her eyes out for any movement out there. Every once in awhile she swore there was something but she always wound up turning back to watch Levi attempting to get the car back to roaring with life. Honestly, he was doing most of the noise making at this point.

"Why don't we just go pick up a new ride or keep going?" She groaned, leaning back against the side of the door and started fiddling with the chocobolo handle. "We shouldn't hang out here too long, you said yourself it's dangerous."

"If we turn back, we'll be looking forever; we took gas any chance we got, most of the cars are empty. If we keep going we're in more danger than ever!"

"So what, we're just going to sit here the rest of our lives and wait for help‽" It was getting annoying. Levi was upset with her, and she was ready to retaliate. She was too cooped up, they both were, she knew that rationally! Even still, she wouldn't  mind reaching over and knocking some actual sense into him!

"Why don't you go back and look for a real car and come and get me when you think you know what you're doing!" The obsidian haired slammed the hood shut and eyes landed on the taller of the two daringly. It was a challenge. If she wasn't going to help because she didn't know how, he would rather her do something she could actually assist with. It was a debate; because she was also really good at killing by now so that was always a good plan C if she was honest. However, the brunette tried not to make her annoyance too obvious because than he would win. Instead she ducked back into the car, reach for the rope, and stopped when she heard him mumbling again.

'...bring this stupid woman just because we fucked...'

Copper eyes widened and before she fully realized it the spiderweb pattern of the windshield was gone as glass shattered outward towards the shorter man. There was a stinging sensation, but it quickly moved aside her her own personal rage as the brunette found herself with hands grabbing his coat and pulling the other survivor close. "Excuse me?"

He still seemed just as angry. They were stir-crazy; they were hungry, and he was exhausted. They were taking everything out on one another. In her head, she knew this.

"You didn't have to let me come with you!" Hanji reminded him, shoving him away again as she found looking at him infuriated her further. "We didn't have to fuck, you didn't have to help me, we didn't need to meet! We did though... And I thought finding another sane human being would be a good thing! If you don't want me here than you could have gotten rid of me at any time!"

"Killing you would be a waste of my time!"

"Then let me make it easier for you!" She didn't hit him. That was an improvement as far as she was concerned; she hadn't wanted to hit him, and that was just downright amazing. The brunette was quick to turn on her heel and leave him there, knife drawn and ready because between their collected weapons she still had the short end. She could rob him; take his things, leave him here without an idea of what he was going to do next, but she didn't want that either.

Hanji needed to walk, move, run, hunt, dig her weapon into an infected and just keep moving.