World of the Dead [REWRITING]

Getting Gas and Cleaning Rooms

As she entered Tanya's room and locked the door behind her, Quinn realized that she was way more tired than she first thought. It made the bed before her look twice as plush and warm, practically beckoning her to lay down. 

But despite how comfy the bed was, it took her a long time of staring up at the ceiling before she could get to sleep.

For the first time in a really long time, Quinn's dreams weren't horrible. Instead of dreaming of being chased by corpses, she dreamt she was about to dig into the most delicious meal of fried eggs and bacon.

But of course, she woke up just as she was about to take that first, mouth-watering bite of crispy meat. She blinked blearily, at first wondering if she was dead from how comfy she was. Then the previous day came back to her. Sitting up with a yawn she stretched, silently pissed that she didn't get to eat her dream breakfast.

Then, a tantalizing smell reached her nose. She sniffed, and the salty smell of what she thought was ham filled her nostrils.

Please tell me I'm not insane. Please be actual food!

Quinn nearly leapt out of the bed and went for the door, her mouth watering. She took a few minutes to re-braid her hair before she left the room. Then she could really smell it. It was only when she was halfway down the hall that it occurred to her that even if Spencer was cooking, he wasn't obligated to share with her, the stranger he was now living with.

But when she entered the kitchen, he smiled at her. Still uncertain and awkward looking, but it was better than unfriendliness.

"Morning! Glad to see you slept good. I mean, you look a lot better," he paused. "Not that, you know, you looked terrible before. But you look less exhausted, I mean."

"Oh please, I know how I looked. You don't have to sugar coat it," Quinn said, smiling.

He was dressed in a green long-sleeved shirt and black pants, and he was letting his dreadlocks hang down. Sure enough, he was cooking on what she realized was a propane camping stove. In the pan were slices of spam, sizzling and popping as they browned slightly. In a steaming pot was baked beans. What would've been a weird breakfast before, but now it made her ravenous. He had a package of paper plates nearby, already open and with two on the counter.

"Isn't it dangerous to use that inside?" she asked, leaning against the counter.

"Probably! But I am so willing to risk a fire to get hot food. Besides, better than setting a fire, right?" he said cheerfully, flipping the spam.

She laughed, making sure to keep her voice down. "I mean, yeah. I haven't had a hot meal in weeks, so I get that."

He grinned at her. "Well, that changes today! I even have some Capri suns to give us some sugar."

Her eyes widened suddenly. "Wait, seriously? You don't have to, I can make my own food," she said. While she really wanted something hot, she didn't want to take his food.

"No, no you're having some of this. I insist. It'd be pretty rude for me to just eat this in front of you, after all. And anyways, this works for me too. Keeps the food from spoiling since someone else will be eating it," he pointed out.

Quinn smiled widely. "Thank you! Really, this is super nice of you."

"Hey, it's like Howard was saying, we gotta help each other out," he reminded her.

"Thats the only reason you're helping me out huh?" she asked dryly.

"Well, no I also thought you looked like a decent person when I saw you. And hey, so far I've been right about you. Please don't prove me wrong," he said in a tone that was only half joking.