Sinister forces; Unbreakable bonds ~PAFP Need boy~

Plot;
Karmin is a survivor of the End, an apocolaspe of heat. She holds on dearly to the believe that she can't be the only one who survived and sets out to search for people.
Hiwever, finding people is great, so long as they don't want to shoot you for the clothes off your back or the food and water in your rucksack.
YOUR CHARACTER is another survivor, who has made a truce pact with a couple other people to watch eachothers backs. However, they want to lure Karmin in to get her stuff. He, instead, falls in love with her. They run off, sourcing materials and other things as they go. Technology still works, as long as it doesn't require electricity. Ya cars, too bad for GPS, though who really wants to know where they're going in a desert world. Everyone knows there will just be more sand.

IC-
The end of the world had come with a warning. Birds had flown high into the skies, only to dive bomb into the ground to their deaths. Land animals had jumped into watery graves, while aquatic creatures had beached themselves.
And the warning had only been ten minutes before the end.

Karmin could remember every detail around her as she had miracalously lived through 'The End', as she so inocently called it. Like it was the ending to a fairy tale that no one had flipped the last page of to see how it really ended.
She remembered sitting out in the middle of a lake, swimming circles around the ducks and trying to keep the fish from nibbling her toes. Then the sudden panic and fear of scorching air rushing over the water until it began evaporating, feeling like a sauna. She had dove under to escape the burning feeling on her face, and when she had come back up, the world was no longer as she had known it. Trees lay topped and burning, the quaint little cottage she had called home for the summer was blasted apart.

But she wasn't one to give up. She had never been one of those stereotypical girls, with their starbucks and their stupid looking ugg boots. While they sipped their frappés, Karmin sat in wet campsites with her father, hunting and fishing. Surviving like the foodchain had meant them to do.

Now though, she walked along dried out riverbeds, lucky if she could catch the morning dew in her canteen before daybreak. Animals were scarce, so dried fruits were her best source of nutrition.
Following these river made walkways, she found herself passing through many ghost towns. All either abandonned or cleared out by the End.

Karmin climbed up from the basin of the river she was walking along to get a good look at the next town. Of course, with almost all animals and plant life gone, some towns were great for sourcing items, like clothes and knifes. But she was also on the look out for other things to stow away in her rucksack, which she repositioned on her back as she entered town. Gun shops and packaged water bottles that may have survived the sudden melting heat.

OOc- that’s coming up. Right now, Karmin is travelling alone and Scott is with another group of people (because they have a truce), but they need supplies which Karmin has.

Karmin continued into the town, stepping through the sand, blissfully unaware that she had been spotted. In fact, she didn’t know that there were people still alive in this town to begin with. The few times she had encountered people, they had looked like they had starved to death. Some even had stab wounds, so she wasn’t taking any chances. She kept her shotgun at the ready under her arm, breaking the glass of a convience store to search for food and water packages.

Coming out of the building, shot gun in hand, she grumbled to herself. The convince store had been ransacked for provisions long before she had gotten there, but they hadn’t checked the back. Probably because it had been locked up and Karmin had been able to shoot the lock to open it up. In the back were a couple energy bars and tanks of drinking water, but she didn’t had the resources to bring tanks like that. So she had syphoned out the water into canteens she had with her before leaving into the scorching outside air.

"Damn it," Karmin was muttering to herself as she sat in the shade of a building on the street. She had managed to source some sun screen, a year past the expirery date, but it was better than nothing. She proceeded to lather it on to her exposed skin, but it was too late for the sunburns she had already acquired.

Immediately hearing him, she whipped her shotgun around to point at him, the sun burn and sunscreen forgotten. She aimed at him, even though she didn’t know if he was a threat or not, it was better to get the upper hand before anyone else could. But she didn’t shoot first, ask questions later. That was only for hunting.
“Who are you, and are you armed?” she asked, her voice athoritative, but it hid her curiosity.

She raised a brow, watching the gun clatter to the ground away from them. It sounded like it was the truth that there were no bullets, and he seemed to nervous to really cause much harm to her.
"Mmmm... Okay," she said, lowering the shotgun. "Guess there's no gun shop around here with bullets, so I won't go wasteing them on you for no reason," she stated, as though that alone should give him a reason to relax.

She nodded, curly brown locks of hair bouncing. “Yup. I’ve been sourcing food and supplies for the last few months,” she confided in him easily. She still had no idea that there were others there. “Been following the river beds, trying to get from town to town. Most are deserted, ghost towns.”
She slung the shot gun now over her shoulder with a strap, but still had it forward facing in case of an emergency.

She shrugged, then it dawned on her. "You must have never left this place you live here before The End?" She asked carefully, guaging his reaction. "I got by, but it's no life when you are just sourcing food all the time and worrying about water supply. But I don't like staying in the same place too long."