Asia was on her feet backing away from me her dark circled eyes wide in a mixture of alarm and fear. She was pretty far gone nerve wise and it was no small wonder why. I'd been fighting to survive myself for the past week in the city, as I had hunted for her.
It seemed as if everyone else was hunting her too, but for an entirely different reason. She was the most elusive prey I had ever stalked and my respect for her knew no bounds. I chose my words carefully, "Here take the meat. You need it. I guess you're probably wondering who I am."
Something occurred to me then, "You do speak English don't you?"
She didn't answer, but I did for myself. Of course she did you dolt, she'd gone to college here in this very city.
"All right that was a stupid question. In the spirit of true disclosure I will admit that I've been hunting you, but not for the same reasons as them." I said gesturing widely to the city around us.
I could see how little she trusted my words. Poor girl had likely been betrayed by so many people already that she was paranoid of trusting anyone further. It wasn't necessarily a bad way to be. The old adage, 'only the paranoids survive' was true, but in this case it wasn't good.
I'd likely have to tie her up to get her to behave, which somewhat appealed to me I had to admit. She'd been glancing around the building's rooftop looking to see if there were others with me, as we circled each other. I saw the exact moment, when the thought came into her eyes. The thought to kill me.
I was alone, I had food, and weapons which she had need of and if she left me alive than I would be free to report on her position to the others.
"Whoa sister! Don't even go there! I don't want to hurt you, but so help me I will if I have to!" She wasn't listening to me.
She couldn't weigh much more than 100 pounds soaking wet and I weighed that plus 150 more. It didn't seem to matter to her, as she came at me in a speed rush. The girl had courage for sure. Moments later, as I gasped for air, I acknowledged to myself that she could kick too.
I was hard pressed for several furious minutes of close action, as she spun and swerved around me giving me everything she had. What moves I didn't block I was strong enough to absorb, as if they hadn't even landed. She was using at least six different fighting styles against me in a harmonious fight action that was all her own. Someone had taught her extremely well. Speed was her biggest weapon, but she was tiring quickly and beginning to telegraph her move combinations to me.