Alara burst into loud laughter, her eyes sparkling as she held her stomach and leaned back against her seat, laughing. "I deserve to have a driver's license!" she announced proudly inside the open area of the SUV while unable to stop her giggles.
Raven gave Alara the stink eye, completely bewildered as she asked. "What kind of driver's license do you even want? The world has already ended, and it's not like there are any traffic lights anymore. Besides, it's my job to drive you around. When are we ever separated from each other that you would need one, anyway?"
Alara nodded in agreement, her laughter settling into a mischievous smile as she said. "I know we're always together, Raven. But still! After all the time I've spent playing Grand Theft Autonomous, I think it's only fair I get a proper license so I can run over zombies and apocalypse survivors myself. And… I think I should have my own vehicle instead of always riding around in this SUV with you. That way you can sit next me as I drive while making you look good!"
Raven's eyebrow twitched, her fingers tightening on the steering wheel as she drove right through half-crushed sedan, sending it flying into a ditch after flipping through the air three times. "What do you want then Alara … an armored tank? Speaking of which, I actually have a couple of tanks stored away if you really want one. I could even modify it to go really fast."
Alara's blue eyes widened, lighting up like a phyco deer caught in headlights. She nearly jumped out of her seat. "Ooh! Ooh! Raven can I please get a driver's license to drive a tank? I want a tank as my main vehicle while you drive the Ironhowl X4! Besides Raven, the Ironhowl is already on the same level as a tank with all of the modifications you have made to it."
Raven sighed, barely keeping the Ironhowl steady on the road as she drove through an abandoned old school breaking bus in half down the middle. Raven finally relented, shaking her head with a small exhale. "Fine… but you're getting the Zombie Apocalypse Driver's License. I'll personally train you to mow down zombies, buildings, and suspiciously defenseless pedestrians. This way, I won't have to worry about your safety. Whether you hit a building, a fire hydrant, or even a group of survivors, nothing will be able to hurt you in a tank."
Alara's expression softened, her eyes shining with affection as she snuggled closer to Raven in her seat and wrapped her arm around Raven's "Look at you, Raven… worrying so much about your soon-to-be wife's safety that you want to put me inside a tank! But don't get me wrong. I can't wait for you to pimp my tank out. I want jets on the back for rocket propulsion it should to go at least 108 miles an hour, and maybe… at some point, it could even fly! Oh! And since you have that plutonium, why not make it nuclear-powered with radiation energy cannons!"
Raven's eye twitched again, her jaw grinding her teeth as she lightly smacked Alara on the forehead with her free hand. "Alara… don't get carried away! Nuclear-powered energy cannons are basically a pipe dream for now, even for me. But adding powerful explosives and extra gadgets? That's not entirely out of the question. As for your driver's license… we'll make it at home in Sanctuary and laminate it for you. That's all it takes to get a ZDL—a Zombie Driver's License."
Alara clapped her hands together excitedly, her face lighting up like a woman on her wedding night. "So… does that make you the Department of Zombie Vehicles? Raven rolled her eyes at this pun so hard she thought they might get stuck cross eyed. Then she scoffed with a resigned laugh. "More like the Department of Zombie Slaughter."
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