Hannah frowned as he sat down with her, confused how she was surprised by it, but kept her smirk intact. But then he opened his mouth, once more, bringing her smirk to a frustrated face. She pulled another smirk onto her face before tossing the remainder of the energy bar onto her bag. She'd finish it later. "Dunno" she muttered quietly before getting up. This was definitely a bad idea but that was not about to stop her from doing it. Bad ideas were only bad if they didn't work.

Hannah moved her hand to her thigh, subtly sliding the switchblade out, holding it into the palm of her hand. With a swift movement, she swung her leg over him, sliding herself into his lap as her hands went to push his chest down to the ground, the blade held tightly against his throat as she watched him with an innocent look. "Do you still wanna ask that question, pretty boy?" she whispered to him, trying to use her weight on his waist as an attempt to stay in control of the situation.

The situation was bringing back memories of the fight they'd had on the rooftop the previous day, that had also been a bad idea, because it didn't work. Well, it did at the time and it was highly amusing to her the way he reacted, but he had started crying so that wasn't ideal. Hannah was not one who was capable of dealing with other people's emotions.

Hannah chuckled quietly as he lifted himself off her, not even surprised to see he wasn't able to kill her. Of course she wouldn't have said what she said if she thought he would have actually killed her. She propped herself up on her elbows, seconds before she felt his firm kick to the side of her stomach, causing her to groan, her hand coming to press into the spot he'd kicked her. Hannah wanted to get up and go for another little bout, but he'd proven time and time again that she didn't stand a chance. It was almost embarrassing.

"You aren't any better than me. Get off your fucking high horse and admit that you're just as bad as me, if not worse" she hissed at him, her tone laced with enough venom to kill. Despite constantly starting arguments and fights she couldn't win, it was a nasty habit of hers to get sulky and petty when she can't win those said fights. Elijah had been the one who'd had to deal with her after, taking on his common role as makeshift older brother cross babysitter deal that he often did. "Once more, it has nothing to fucking do with you. Just forget it" she snapped once more.

Hannah slowly got to her feet, moving back to her previous spot, picking up the half eaten energy bar, taking another passive aggressive bite. "Fucking, piece of shit- fucking kill you- godamn bastard" she muttered quietly, aggressively rearranging the contents of her bag to even out the weight while continuing to mutter incoherent insults. "Fucking slut deserved it"

"Oh fucking get over that. We've been having this conversation like all day. Just bloody chill already. I've told you it's none of your business and I mean that" she snapped at him.

Hannah had been too busy ignoring him to notice him freezing, turning towards her presumably because of something she said. What it was that had finally caught his attention? She had no fucking idea, any number of the things she'd been muttering could have had that effect, it would have been impossible to pinpoint exactly which one it had been. But whatever it was she said, she was now realizing it was a mistake.

Her eyes flicked up to him as he approached her quickly. She instinctively went to reach for her blade as he pushed her down, but didn't get a chance to before another kick landed on her side. She groaned, her hands going down to the place of impact, already feeling the bruises beginning to bloom on her skin from that one and the previous one. God she really needed to learn to watch her mouth. Hannah wished this was the first time she'd found herself in a position like this.

Her eyes looked at him with anger as he went to strike her again, his hand coming down to very painfully punch her. Her nose immediately beginning to drip with blood as she cursed loudly. The spit that landed on her neck only adding another level of hatred for him. She was going to fucking kill him. If all it only took a few words to get him like this, she wondered how any bitch could ever love him in the first place. It was truly a wonder how he'd managed to find somebody to be friends with him, let alone marry him.

She opened her eyes once more as she heard his footsteps retreating, her eyes watering softly from the impact on her nose. Biting her lips firmly to stop herself from making another comment that would actually get her killed this time, she noticed the blood dripping down onto her lips, leaning forward, she let it drip for a few moments while she regained her composure. Hannah couldn't tell if she should be more humiliated or pissed off, because she was nearing on the limit of both of them.

Hannah finally looked up, the few moments having felt like hours. Swinging the bag back onto her back, she stood, her side still aching from his kicks. She didn't bother hesitating before quickly grabbing the pistol she'd discarded next to her bag. Firing two shots at him instinctively. Hannah wasn't like Grayson. She wasn't weak like him. He had the opportunity to kill her and he didn't take it. That wasn't going to be the same case with her. She grabbed that gun and fired with the intention to kill. There hadn't been a second thought about it, she cold find Nathan on her own, and it'd save her a hell of a lot of trouble.

That was, until, she watched as the first bullet missed by a long shot, hitting into a tree behind him, the second looked like it would hit her mark, but the angle was off. The bullet flying past him, just close enough to tear a small hole in the side of his sleeve, barely two drops of blood following.

Well, fuck.

Hannah had opened her mouth to make a retort about his comment, but jumped, hearing the unfamiliar voice shouting out. She noticed him immediately taking off. Wow. She didn't really blame him for doing so, but it was still slightly offensive. You'd think after trying to kill someone, you'd not just leave them for dead. But it was a little late to do something about it since, he had already taken off. Sighing, Hannah followed suit, sprinting over to one of the closest buildings, finding herself in a different one to the one they'd been in before.

She leaned against the wall, praying that the building she was in know wasn't filled with any infected. She slowed her breathing, despite the burning pain in her side from the bruises forming, glad to have the blood in her nose had stopped dripping. Taking a moment, she cleaned off the dried blood off her face and lips with a wet cloth she'd made from a bandage that she doused in water from the bottle she'd opened earlier.

She jumped as the door was kicked open, her hand immediately reaching to grab her gun but felt a hand grabbing her hand. Turning, she noticed the unfamiliar face sneering at her. The larger figure quickly grabbed her wrists, his knee coming up to her stomach a few painful times, causing her to double over. The man used her momentarily vulnerable state to over-power her, dragging her with one arm wrapped around her chest, holding her underneath her arms, the other holding a pistol to the side of her head, stopping her from doing anything stupid.

"Try anything and you're gone" he growled in her ear, earning her pissed off silence as he dragged her out of the building, back towards the centre of the town. His arm easily holding her weight while moving her as he pleased, the gun pressed firmly against her head stopping her from taking him out. The blades hidden on her making her highly aware of the situation. If she only had one minute without the gun to her head, she could easily get herself out of the situation, but once again, the fucking gun.

"I've got your girlfriend. Come out or she dies" the man shouted, the volume right in her ear causing her to wince.

"I'm not his fucking girlfriend" she muttered.