Love the idea! I think it would work really well. Then they could team up and fight against zombies and other people lol.

Ok cool. Anything else before we start?

No, I think we have the basics pretty much covered.

Alright sounds good. Do you want to start so I can figure out how I want to get Sage hurt lol? Or do you want me to start with him in the fight so you can figure out how you want her to find him?

I can start. It might take me a few minutes.

Alright! I'm painting so I'll be on and off so take your time lol, rush

Sage wasn't doing much at the start of the day. He was just wandering around, bored. He needed to find food, he knew that, but pretty much all the stores had been raided. He'd keep an eye out for something, though his hopes were low. He was used to not eating much, since he'd gotten the bad luck of being the poor street kid, even before the zombie apocalypse. His hair was matted and dirty, and his clothes were pretty much thin rags at this point. He never slept much, either, having to constantly be on guard for a zombie, or even another person. Everyone wanted eachother dead, and to someone else, he was disposable. Just another competitor. But he'd been treated that way even before the apocalypse...people didn't like the street rats. He heard a noise down by a small store, a jingle or something. And then he heard the familiar noise of a zombie moan. He decided to investigate.. he was bored, an a person going into a store meant food. He could fight a zombie, and the other person if need be. He jogged around the corner, taking his dagger out and palming it, the scars along his arms, face, and neck showing stark white against his tanned and work skin. He jogged to where he heard the noise and stopped, waiting and watching. A moment later he heard the zombie behind him and whirled to see much more than one zombie appear, cornering him. He cursed but lept at the one nearest to him, hoping to get this out of the way as quickly as possible. There was another human near by, and they were just as dangerous as the zombies, if not more so. He tore through the first row of zombies, and soon the others started to get mad, fight back more. And he struggled to fight them all. He felt a searing pain in his leg and stumbled, almost going to his knees but regaining his balance at the last second, arching his body as a zombies nails scratched his cheek. He lunged forward, this time using his super speed to cut down as many zombies as he could before he staggered backwards, completely spent. Dang it, he should have drunk more that morning. The zombies were gone, though, so he slid down the wall, breathing heavily and examining his leg. He'd have to stitch himself up, though there was no way he could do it now. His hands were shaking, and he could barely see straight, if he focused.

Sage whipped his head around and scrambled to his feet as best he could, though he kept weight off of his injured one. He pressed his back against the wall, eyes scanning the girl quickly, his thinking sharp despite the fatigue and pain. "What's it to you?" He tried to make himself sound aggressive, and he generally was, but he could barely stand up straight, and he could tell it showed. There was no way he could fight this girl, not like this. She was armed, and his dagger was still laying on the ground. That was a stupid move. He couldn't bend over to grab it even if he wanted to. This girl was smart, a survivor. He could tell in her eyes, that while her hand was trembling and she was clearly scared, she could do him in if she so chose to. Well, he'd fight if she started one, but he knew he probably couldn't win. Once down, you were dead. It was the rules of fighting things. Stay on your feet or you're dead. And he could barely stand while leaning against a wall. No, he was pretty much done for. He'd go out fighting, though...he'd been fighting his whole life, and he wasn't going to stop now. Though, at this moment, if the girl didn't kill him, which was highly unlikely, that would be appreciated. He wasn't afraid to die, he'd been close to it enough times, but that didn't mean he wanted to.