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Kimmi jumped and jerked away from Kay as much as she could. "Holly monkey turds that's cold!" She yelped. She winced when her jump pulled at the wound. Then frowned as she notice a fresh blood spot on Kay. "You pulled my stitches didn't you." She accused.

Kimmi's leg lashed out in a fashion only achieved through years of training and knocked Kay back into place. Before Kay could try to rise again Kimmi was on her and pulling her first aid kit from her pack. "Everyone underestimates little Kimmi." She grumbled as she prepared a needle. "You guys really shouldn't you don't really know anything about me." She chastised as she motioned for Kay to lift her shirt and show her.

"No I suppose I can't blame you for trying." She said with a light laugh as she quickly cleaned the wound and started sewing it. "Just because I don't use, well didn't use, weapons, doesn't mean I don't know how." She pointed out. "I'm pretty sure I demonstrated that I shouldn't be underestimated already when I shot Khana's gun. And I told you I didn't need any training when you tried remember?"

"Yes well. I lost both of those. I still have my sai's though. Most everyone is mad at me in their own way for not carrying a weapon, but no one has ever asked why." She frowned as she quickly tied off the stitches and cut the string. "I'm sorry but I'm out of the numbing cream." She studdied Kay's back for a moment. "The did all these to you." She said lightly tracing a healed over scar. "They aren't that visible. They did a good stitching job."

Fillup had dropped by the few clusters of people around camp, talking and making plans for their new home. They all mourned though. The men that had died in the complex would not be forgotten, and their loved ones woulod make sure of that. Fillup smiled and patted these individuals on the back, while on the inside he was beating himself up again.
Leaving the camp for a walk, he looked up at the sky, the bright blue broken by only a few clouds, and the bright ball of the sun. Why? Our luck isn't working with us, the Fates are laughing at us, and even God seems to have abandoned this little band of misfit unfortunates.... he thought as he kicked a rock and watched it bounce off of the hard earth and into the sand. Damn apocolypse... he thought darkly. Fillup looked up at the sky again, noting the position of the sun and realizing night would arrive in an hour or two. What does it matter? One more disadvantage for us, one more tic on the 'others' score-card he pulled out his .22, looking at it carefully. He emptied the clip, all but one bullet. He loaded it, then stared at it intently.
After almost an hour, he shook his head and looked back up at the sky. The light was diminishing, and the sun was casting a red tinge across the sky. Hm, bloody sunset...how fitting for such a horrible day.

"No thanks. Not really hip on the whole drug thing." Kay said placing the bottle of the tent floor and pulling out the cooling agent container. "Here... A bit on your forhead will help cool you down a bit." she said tossing it to Pinky and heading out of the tent. Kay paused and turned back to Pinky. "Didn't you have something you and Grace wanted to embarass me with? Oh, well... If ya need me I'll be exploring. Maybe I can find a lake or something." she said stepping out of the tent.

Kay groaned inwardly. "Whatever happened to people being afraid of the psycho chick that kicks a**, like in the movies... Where's that in real life?" Kay put the container back into her jacket. "So I guess your going to come with me and chat the whole way?" she teased, heading out away from camp.