Writing prompt update for 1/1415

Hello everyone, sorry I took so long updating again, but here you all are with the next installment of the story I presented last time.

Damian and Nicole walked down the road, the warm sun shining down on them. As they walked, Nicole hummed tunelessly, bobbing her head cheerfully. After a time, Damian finally worked up the courage to attempt talking to her once again. "So, Nicole, You still haven't told me anything about yourself. You know, what you were before, what things you liked, or did, or, really anything." Nicole stopped her humming, and looked over at him. She smiled cheerfully over at him.

"Damian, we talked about this several times already. What happened before the wipeout was before. After the whole world died, my previous life was just that. Previous. Who I am now is what matters." She started walking a little faster, Her voice gained a slight edge to it. "My past is to be left in the past. I do not wish to discuss this again Damian."

A sudden sound in the brush to their right side caused them both to whirl to the side, searching for the source of the noise. It had been months since either of them had even seen another living thing. Damian pulled a large knife from its sheath on his hip. Nicole raised a hand to stay him from approaching the sound. The rustling got fiercer and fiercer, until suddenly, a dog popped out of the brush. Damian nearly fell over backwards in surprise, and Nicole let out a delighted shriek. The dog, a medium sized border collie, black with a white neck and chest, coming down to the fronts of its legs, and a coppery red right ear leaped up and started licking her face ferociously. She laughed, falling over as the dog hopped up on its hind paws and pushed up as close to as it could.

Damian slowly sat back up, sliding his knife back into its sheath and standing back up. "Great." He muttered. "What are the odds, eh?  Here we are, maybe the last two humans left on earth, and we manage to find what might be the last dog left on earth." Nicole looked back over at him, absentmindedly petting the dog.

"This little lady really wants to come with us Damian. What do you think?" She asked him. Damian looked down at her incredulously.

"What? Are you kidding? We barely have the ability to keep ourselves fed, and you want to take on another mouth to feed? No freaking way damnit." He glared down at the two of them in annoyance. She looked back up at him plaintively, and the dog cocked her head at him. After a moment, his face softened, and he threw his hands up in exasperated defeat. "Fine! Fine. We'll take the damn dog with us." He exclaimed in annoyance.