out, he is holding a sword. Two actually, with one strapped to his back, and a range of weapons slung over his shoulder fit for an army.

He examines her from an awkward distance. She rolls up her sleeves and shows him her neck, but he doesn’t seem to be looking for bite marks, he is waiting. It’s awkward for at least a minute as he stands there staring at her, but then, seemingly satisfied that she wasn’t going to turn, reaches into his pocket and holds out the tube of lipstick. She holds out her hand to receive it and he places it into her palm gently.

Even more confused now she looks at it. It’s a pink tube… just like what Julie used to wear. She looks up suddenly as more drones arrive to join the feast they assumed would be