playin some roles bby

She sat in her customary place, atop an overturned dumpster, and pulled a skinned rat-bird from her hoodie pocket, tossing it to a creature who looked more frog than human. It gave a bubbling sigh and started to cook the dead animal.

Georgia snuck out, tilting her head back and smiling as the sun warmed her skin.

Lou put the plate up, swearing when he saw Georgia had left. "Fuck.."

She looked around the dingy room, trying not to stare for too long at any of the more humanoid muties that had made their home beneath the desolate city. Swinging her legs from side to side, she waited for the froggish mutie to cook her rat-bird.

Georgia ran up half demolished stairs to a rusted fire escape, climbing up to the roof.

She deftly caught the rat-bird when it was thrown to her and ate it ravenously, eyes tightly closed.

Georgia stretched out in the sun, beaming and closing her eyes.

Lou sat by a rusted car to wait for her to come back home, sharpening his knives with a deranged look in his eyes.

She muttered her thanks and the few muties who could speak gave their unintelligible responses. Sticking to the floor, she started to make her way out.

Georgia started tossing rocks at cars and the windows the weren't broken.

Lou ran his finger over a blade, licking the drop of blood that welled up.

She finally emerged from the tunnels, skin crawling and face contorting as she felt the sunlight once more.

Georgia watched a window shatter, the glass catching the light and sparkling with a grin

Lou sighed, leaning back and staring at the sky.

She moved from building to building, heading towards the biggest crater in the area.

Georgia got bored and slowly climbed down, deciding t explore some of the buildings.

Lou heard a noise and jumped to his feet, moving into the shadows of a building incase it was Georgia coming back..

She reached the crater and started to pick her way down it, using protruding chunks of rock and metal to aid her descent.

Lou watched as Georgia tiptoed past, her arms full of plants and vines. "Georgia. What are you doing with those?" He spoke softly, startling her. "I was.. Um..." Lou stepped up to her, knife in hand. Georgia eyed the knife, paling. "Please.. I'm sorry.." Lou held his arms to her, smiling. "Come here.." Georgia relaxed, running into his arms for a hug. The knife slit her throat, blood coating the blade. Lou set her down, kissing her forehead.

She reached the bottom of the crater and started to sort through a heap of scrap metal and melted plastic, scavenging what she could.

Lou cleaned the blood from his knife, his face a mask.

She managed to gather several makeshift water carriers and a new tarpaulin, and she stood up and dusted herself down with an air of satisfaction.

Lou started walking home, kicking the plants as he went past them:

She put everything on the tarp and bundled it up, slinging it over her shoulder before sizing up the climb ahead of her with a sigh.

Lou wandered around the city, cursing softly.

She finally hauled herself over the lip of the crater, flopping onto the cracked tarmac with a huff.

Lou grinned slightly, seeing the pretty mutie by one of the craters. "Hey.." He put all thoughts of Georgia out of his mind. She deserved what she got..

She reached for the iron pipe and said firmly, "Go home, human. I've no time for you."

Lou scowled "I'm not going anywhere. Put the pipe down."

She smiled derisively, "I am asking you to leave. Use your special human morals to respect my wishes."