Hoping For A [ M I R A C L E ] -- Open

[Bellatrixx E. Black]

Her adrenaline pumped as her legs carried her quickly. Her hair whipped her face and she gasped audibly. She'd run so far, and the horde was still after her. She glanced back, only to see that she wasn't running as fast as she had been earlier. That or the zombies were running faster than she was, which she doubted. Suddenly, she stumbled, but caught herself on her hands and was running again in no time. She knew her body was about to give up on her. Too much strain had been put on her legs from running for so long.

While the trailer park didn't seem promising, it was the only place she had now. An open door promised safety, and she ran inside, her pistol in her hand. She only had one bullet left, and it couldn't be wasted. Not now. She slammed the door shut and locked it. Almost immediately, there was pounding on the door and sides of the shaky home. The sounds brought back the memories of her first encounter, and she began to sob. Then, the window above the door was busted open, and the groans of the undead were more audible. She crouched in front of the door and screamed as their arms reached through the shattered opening. Her hands were over her ears to try to muffle the sound, though it didn't work. She cried loudly now, and began to beg for a miracle.

She screamed again as another window was shattered and glass poured over her like rain. "HELP ME!" She screamed, hoping someone would hear her, or at least see all the zombies gathered outside and know there was someone alive inside. What was she suppose to do now? She'd trapped herself because her body couldn't take anymore. It didn't even occur to her that there could be infected people inside the trailer, but nothing had come, despite her cries for help, so luck was on her side. For once, anyway.

Her sobs became more violent and the sound of the infected grew louder. She knew that more had become aware of the commotion. There were more surrouding the trailer, and the banging made the trailer rock slightly, and fear continued to stab her. She began to whisper to herself desperately. "Please help me. Somebody. Please help." Now, she couldn't stop crying, and her eyes began to ache, as did her stomach and chest. She could even feel nausea set in as she realized that there was no where to run. She knew they'd get in eventually, and she'd have no where to go. No where at all. She was trapped, and there was nothing she could do about it. All she could hope for was a miracle...

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[Sgt David Cobalt]

Haven was cruising down the road on his 2010 Harley Davidson softail. The loud roar of the engine was the only thing he could hear. There were things he could say about the infection and the world gone to hell but he did enjoy having the road to himself and not worry about traffic.

He had been riding all day except to stop at a gas station and fill up the tank. He didn't know how much longer any of the stations would be in working order but at least for now he doesn't have to suck any gas from a hose just to fill up his bike.

As he traveled down the road he noticed in the distance a trailer park, he figured it would be empty so maybe he could scavenge the area for some canned food. As he grew closer something seemed off as a hoard of zombies seemed to be moving to a certain location.

He pulled off the side of the road and turned off his bike. That was when he heard the screaming "Shit somebody must be inside there." He pulled out his Rifle and looked through the scope "This is bad" he said softly. He watched them trying to break in through the windows, hell they were rocking the whole thing. He counted them, he could shoot them from right there but it would take up a good portion of his entire ammo supply.

He thought about it and looked around and saw something that might work. A propane tank was sitting at the edge of the park "That would work." He quietly moved into the park as he hid from the zombies until he reached the tank.

Most people would think he was stupid for doing all this for some stranger and sometimes he would wonder that same thing. But in the end he felt that needed to do the right thing even if it would end up biting him in the ass one day.

He searched in his pockets and found what he was looking for, his old zippo lighter he brought back from Iraq. He picked up the tank and carefully placed it a safe distance away from the trailer the screaming was coming from. He made sure to keep a eye on it to make sure he had time. Once everything was set in place he came out of hiding was about 25 feet away from the zombies and yelled as loud as he could "Hey you inside, find cover and get ready to run."

His yelling had caught the attention of the zombies and were started coming after him. "Crap crap crap" he said over and over again as he ran away as fast as he could with them chasing after him.

As soon as he was next to the tank he had hidden her dropped his lighter next to it. The flame coming from it kept on burning as it's owner ran for distance. After he was at a somewhat safe distance he hid behind a large metal dumpster and pulled up his rifle and aimed it at the tank. The zombies were making good time as they were already all around it.

Haven smiled "Bang" he said as he shot the tank which caught the fire from the lighter creating a large explosion. It was a lot bigger than he thought it would be as most of the hoard was engulfed in the flames.


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[Bellatrixx E. Black]

Bella screamed again as a hand finally reached her. She struggled free of the grip easily and moved to the opposite side of the tailer home. She was sitting against the counter that supported the sink. That's when she heard it. A shout from outside. Words! Actual words! Hope twisted her gut as she crawled to the front windows of the trailer home to peek outside the beige curtains. A man was out there. She smiled and quickly moved underneath the hideaway bed.

She felt like she'd been under the bed for hours before the thunder like sound pierced the now quiet air. She went back to the window to see that the horde had been engulfed in flames or red, orange, and yellow. The flames had spread quickly, greedily licking at the dead flesh of the horde before one by one, they all dropped down to the earth, finally dead. Really dead. She half sprinted to the door, and opened it slowly. She peeked outside, her long, brown hair cascading over her right shoulder as she stepped into the sunlight again. She shielded her eyes for a moment before looking around for the man who had saved her life. She spotted him behind a trash can, and sprinted over to where he was, hoping he wasn't hurt. The first person for miles upon miles, and he was hiding behind a dumpster, probably bitten.

Bellatrixx immediately fell to her knees at his side, tears pouring over her eyes. "Ohmygoodness. Please tell me you aren't hurt. None of them bit you, did they?" She asked between sniffles. Her eyes and voice carried a sense of urgency and fear, but also a hint of relief. While it wasn't a prominent emotion, it was still there. This mad had saved her life. She could tell he was at least in his early-twenties. When she saw that he wasn't bit, she threw her arms around him and cried. "Thank you so much! I thought I was going to die in there." She said, and pulled away to wipe the tears from her hazel eyes. She still sat on her knees beside the man, though she was now trying to re-gain her composer.

It was amazing how a simply supply hunt had almost caused her her death. It was ironic really. Trying to find things to save her life, and the creatures that wanted to take it away came after her. She wiped at her eyes one more time and sniffled before smiling sadly at the man. "This may be a lot to ask, but can I travel with you? My whole family is dead, and I don't have any friends... I'm alone." She said, fresh tears forming in her eyes as she spoke. These were tears of relief, however. Relief that she was alive. Relief that she wasn't going to become one of them.

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[Sgt David Cobalt]

It was a sight to see watching all those bodies being burnt to a crisp. He had never blew up a propane tank before so he had no clue if that would even work or not but he was glad it did.

It didn't take long for the person to come out of the place running it was a girl, a little bit on the short side but she looked like she was in her late teens around there not much older than a kid.

He felt a little bit awkward as the girl started to cry as she told him about if he was bitten or not. But things would only get a bit more awkward the moment she noticed he wasn't and hugged him. "Well I'm not bitten or anything I'm just fine" he said as he gave her a light pat on the head. He tried to change the mood "Well I'm glad your not hurt or anything and I don't mind helping out somebody even more so in times like these."

As soon as he thought things were getting better she asked him if she could tag along. He has been traveling alone this entire time and well even he didn't have a set course of wear he was going. Normally he would say no but he better judgment got the better of him as he looked at her crying and felt his moral compass going off.

"Fine, I guess you could come along but as long as you don't try doing anything stupid like take on a horde of zombies." It was stupid of him when he did it, he just got lucky and knows it full well he could be dead right now. "Just know I don't have much supplies and not much room to ride on."

Haven looked around "This place seemed like it was already picked clean by other survivors and the rest has already become rotten" he said smelling food that's been left out for weeks, which smelled even worse than the burning bodies laying on the ground.

He walked over to the sight of the propane tank, the entire ground was scorched black. His eyes looked around for a few moments until he saw it, his lighter "Damn" he said softly. Picking it up it was burnt to a crisp, it would never work again "So much for you" as he closed it and put it in his pocket, at least it still has it's memories.

"My name is David but you can just call me Haven everybody else does, or well did anyway." Haven placed his rifle over his back in the strap "My bike is down the road a bit, it might not be much room but it sure as hell beats walking." He began to walk off towards it "Grab what ever stuff you got and we will head on out, I wanna get about 50 miles down the road before dark."

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[Bellatrixx E. Black]

When he said yes, Bella sighed with relief. She stood up as he did, and followed a few paces behind him to where the bodies were burned. She stopped a few feet away, not even daring to go near the charred remains. When he said his name, Bella smiled slightly. "I'm Bellatrixx." She said. Her voice was soft. Like an angel's. It was amazing that a girl that looked as soft and innocent as her could have survived all this time alone. When he spoke of his ride, she nodded. "I think I can fit." She mumbled, more to herself than him, glancing down at her tiny frame.

She followed him until she saw his mode of transportation. A motorcycle. She took in the sight of the steel horse before moving cautiously towards it. "I've always seen these things on the roads and in parking lots or driveways, but I've never been up close." She said, blushing slightly at the fact. Most everyone she knew had at least touched a motorcycle. But, not Bellatrixx. She touched the handle lightly and looked back a Haven. "How do you find gas for this?" She asked.

In the natural world, she wouldn't be asking questions. She'd probably be sitting at school right now, eating lunch alone as she always did. That or in jail again. She folded her hands together and looked around her before she spotted the road, surprised at how turned around she was already. She'd only showed up here a few minutes ago. A black stone caught her eye, and she kicked it sheepishly. She quickly searched her body for her pistol, finding it held between her belt and jeans. When had she put it back? She didn't remember. Perhaps when she'd ran from the trailer? Before? She simply didn't know. She looked up a Haven. "Thanks... Again." She said, finally feeling the awkwardness of the air around the duo.

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[Sgt David Cobalt]

Haven smiled "Well it's nice to meet you Bellatrix" as pushed his bag as far as it would go up the seat so she can have some room to sit down. It would be kinda tight but it should be enough given her size and all. "Just to let you know I don't plan on stopping untill were down the road about 50 miles or so, im trying to make good time to one of the human settlements."

As he put the last of his gear up he looks at the bike "Well that should be it." He turned his attention over to her as she asked him about gas "Well plenty of gas stations still work but as more time passes they wont so I would have to do another method." He reached into his saddelbag and pulled out a long tube "You slide this into a abandoned car or truck's gasket and suck on the other end." He shower her both end "When you suck on it, it forces gas to go from the gasket and into what your driving like my bike."

After his little show and tell he put the tube back into the saddelbag "Well anyway hope on and we will head on out." He lifted his leg over the bike and move the kickstand and balanced the bike. "Sorry but I don't have a hemet so your just gonna have to hold on tight to my side, it might be the end of the world but you can still die if you fall off a bike."

He turned the igniton causing it to let out a loud roar. The power it was inside it was more than enough to go fast but the reason Haven had taken such a liking to it was that it was comfortable to ride for long distances and was just as good on gas.

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[Bellatrixx E. Black]

"You as well, Haven." She said with a single nod. He spoke again, and she simply grinned and nodded. While she hadn't known about any settlements, she was glad she'd ran into someone who had. It made her feel just a little more at ease. Then, he answered her question about gas. She listened, and even extended a finger to touch the tube as he spoke. She'd never known you could do something like that. Despite being born in 1995, she didn't have much knowledge of the world. She preferred focusing on other things.

She climbed on back at his command and simply smiled at his apology. She wasn't too worried about dying on a motorcycle. It was better than dying by the undeads' hands. She wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her cheek into his back, suddenly glad she had her thin jacket on, as the air was bound to be a little cold during their drive. She knew what motorcycles were capable of, and that was speed and agility. They were stealthy vehicles, to say the least. Fast, but conservative on gas and oil, mostly because of their smaller size.

The ignition roared to life, and Bellatrixx peeked over his shoulder to look at the contraptions on the front. The handlebars were like that of a bike. There was a speedometer and a gas gauge. Even one for oil levels. When she was satisfied with her analyzation, she looked down at the small space between Haven's body and hers. The bike vibrated visibly, and she could feel her body vibrating with it. She only hoped that it would get smoother as they rode. Otherwise, the ride would be comfortable. She could smell the exhaust now. She'd always liked the smell of gas, but this wasn't pure gas. It was gas that had been burned, and the smell wasn't that great. It wasn't awful either. It was just tolerable. She knew that she wouldn't be able to smell it once the bike was good and going, though.

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[Sgt David Cobalt]

The two of them rode down the road in silence with only the sound of the bike filling the air. The stinging coldness of the fall fall wind was hitting Haven in the face with only his sunglasses protecting his eyes. Soon it would it get colder and colder as winter was only a few months away.

Haven was lost in thought as he drove the bike his mind was filled with questions. How would he even be able to take care of this kid, could she even fight, not to mention supplies would he even have enough to get them all the way to the settlement. It was things like this he had to worry about and he couldn't just leave her alone it would be just as bad as putting a gun to her head. The infected would kill her like so many others in no time.

Before he knew it the sun was starting to go down quick, how long was he in thought or even more so how far did he travel down the highway. He figured maybe 50 or so miles but it would be far to dangerous to ride out at dark they would need some shelter. Haven turned his head to look around the area as they entered a small town. None of the places looked safe as bunch of infected were walking around. That when he saw something somewhat safe, the fenced in store "We will camp out here."

He drove up inside and quickly locked the fence behind him. and turned off his bike and placed it on it's kickstand. It would be stupid to try and go in but he had another idea. He whispered "Follow me" he picked up his rifle and offered her to carry his load bearing bag.

He ran to the side and checked things out to make sure it was clear. After everything was OK to go he saw a large AC unit and climbed on it and climbed up on the roof. "This will do good" the roof was made of stone so it wouldn't catch fire and high enough off the ground where the infected won't reach. He reached over the side and stretched out his hand "Take my hand and I will pull you up."

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[Bellatrixx E. Black]

The bike started to move, and Bellatrixx tensed slightly. She'd already had a slight nervousness of vehicles, so a motorcycle made her even more uneasy. Then, when it finally felt they were straight and smooth, she relaxed a bit. The wind torrent from the bike caught in mid-back length brown hair, whipping it around her face, arm, and mid-body in chaotic twists. Her brown eyes watched the blur of abandoned places, fences, and trees as they raced on the asphalt.

Bellatrixx closed her eyes, giving way to her memories and thoughts. First, the memories. They haunted her in flashes, almost so fast she didn't catch them. Memories of watching a little boy running for his life, and her trying to get to him before those creatures, all in vain. They engulfed him, and then, she'd had to run for her own life. That's how she'd ended up trapped inside that trailer. A tear slipped down her cheek, but was quickly dried in by the cold winds. Bellatrixx shivered as more tears began to flow. So fast and hard that even the wind couldn't keep up. She inhaled quietly and slowly to keep her body from shaking. She didn't want Haven to know she was crying. After all, he was still a stranger.

The whole ride had been tearful, but luckily, she'd stopped crying before Haven decided to pull over. She ran her fingers through her hair quickly as Haven killed the engine and propped the kickstand. She'd already hopped off the bike, thankful to not be on it anymore, really. Then, Haven was at her side. She looked at him as he whispered and took the bag when he offered, slinging it over her shoulder with ease as she pulled her knife out of her pocket and opening it. She then followed Haven around the house until he climbed on top of the stone building. When he reached down, she took his forearm in her hand - like a man would do when another man was reaching to him to help rather than a woman or girl.

When he hoisted her up seemingly effortlessly, she sat and looked out at the tree line across the street. The sun sent streaks of orange, pink, and light purple across the red-orange sky. The trees were caught in the glimmer. She could even hear some birds chirping their songs. Something she hadn't heard in a while. She sighed. It was peaceful.

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[Sgt David Cobalt]

As the were both up on the roof he took a breath of air and kept his calm movements. "The fence should keep any walking from getting to us but they could overtake the fence if we make to much noise and attract them here so keep everything we say about a whisper." He took the bag and looked inside and grabbed a few things, the first was a portable sleeping bag "You can sleep in this, it's not much but it will keep you warm."

He dug back into the bag and pulled out a silencer for his pistol "Im gonna go check out the store for supplies, you stay here" her said as he attached the silencer. He walked over to the side and made his way down to the ground. Making his way to the front door he stopped to check things out, it had a pressure pad and would make a ding the moment he went inside "That won't work." He made his way around the entire building as he searched for the back entrance. Carefully he opened the door with his pistol ready, so far nothing.

Moving forward into the main section of the building he saw three infected, they havn't noticed him yet. Crouching down low he snuck up to the one at the cash register and pulled out his KA-BAR knife. With a silent thrust he forced the blade into the temple of infected and caught him as it fell down and laid it as gentally on the floor as he could.

The second infected was a bit harder as it was walking around the drink fountain. Like the first one he snuck up behind it but was not at a good angle as the first so he was forced to stab it in the back of the skull. But it went wrong the third infected had seen him as let out a moan and began running at him. Haven pulled up his pistol and shit the infected through the eye socket. The noise from the shot was muffeled for the most part so he didn't have to worry about anything outside.

But as he put his pistol in his holster a hand reached out and grabbed him by the shoulder. It was a fourth infected that heard the muffeled shot and came out running from the restroom. Haven outstreched his hand and caught it by the forhead, the infected was trying it's best to bite him despite it's head being forced back. With no way for him to reach for his gun or knife he relied on his hand to hand combat skilled. With his foot kicked the leg out from under infected and grasped a hold of it's hair with his hand and with his other it's arm and threw him over his shoulder. With the zombie on the floor it tried to get up but Haven raised his foot high and slammed it down on it's face crushing it's head under his boot.

Panting Haven sighed "This is worse than that mission in that shanty town" he said remembering his time in that sandtrap. Looking around there wasn't much to get as most of it has gone bad or other survivors took the rest. He looked around for a hour and found a couple bottle of water, some canned food, and a box of crackers. With the goods in hand he got the hell out of the building and climbed his way back up to the roof "It's not much but I found some food and water" as he handed her all the good he collected.

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[Bellatrixx E. Black]

Bellatrixx looked at Haven as he spoke and took the sleeping back from him, standing to spread it underneath her before she sat down. When he spoke again, she simply nodded. nodded. When he told her to stay put, she smiled and nodded again, then looked back ahead at the sunset. The sun was a yellow-orange, dimmed by the horizon. It sunk quickly as the seconds ticked it away to the other side of the world until tomorrow. She sighed. This was going to be a long night.

Haven had disappeared over the edge of the stones, leaving Bellatrixx alone on top of the house. Crickets chirped a symphony to the falling sun and she closed her eyes, leaning back to rest on her palms. Memories of the normal life played in her mind like a thousand short moves. While the images were grainy, she could still make out just what they were. When they were. How they played out. She could even remember more now that the world had ended.

Then, Haven was back. She crawled to the edge of the roof the peer down at him as he climbed up. She sat back on her knees as he lifted himself from the ground and handed her the goods. The used her knees to walk back to the sleeping bag and sat down on her heels. She evaluated the cans before setting them in-between herself and Haven. "No appetite." She mumbled, taking a drink of the water and placing the cap back on. "Were there any inside?" She asked, looking straight ahead before to look at him, her brown eyes holding no real curiosity. She was just trying to make conversation now.

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[Sgt David Cobalt]

Taking a seat next to her he let out a sigh of relief "Well even if your not hungry you should eat anyway, you did a lot of running." He reached out and took a can and pulled the tab taking off the lid "You need to eat to stay strong, if your weak from hunger then you die simple as that." Inside his can was sliced peaches, the strong smell of fruit took over the air "You never know when we will come into supplies again, all I have in that bag is a bunch of MRE's and they taste like crap but they will keep you from starving at least and last a long time without going bad."

He used his fingers and picked out a peach slice and bit into it "There were a few inside but there dead now." His mouth felt like bliss, after eating crud for the last few weeks something sweet and fresh was amazing. "So Bellatrixx, what are your plans if we do manage to find a human green zone safe from the infected?"

He didn't know much of anything about her but since they were gonna travel together for a while he might as well get to know her at least. "You know im surprised a kid has made it so far, not many people are left since the outbreak a few weeks ago."

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[Bellatrixx E. Black]

Bellatrixx sighed and sat up. If there was one thing she hated - as a typical teenage girl - it was being wrong. She grabbed a can from their already diminishing stash and pulled the lid free. She looked at the peaches for a moment before she reached inside and dropped one into her mouth. As she took the first bite, she realized how hungry she really was. Her stomach growled loudly, and she laughed. She'd always laughed at her stomach growling for some reason. It was just a thing from her childhood.

She then looked over to Haven as he spoke. She didn't know how to respond, so she just grabbed another peach from the can and chewed it slowly, listening to Haven speak a second time. She didn't move or speak for a moment, instead, she stared at the last glimpse of the faded sun. As darkness seemed to fly in, she turned to Haven.

Her plans? What had she ever had plans? Of course she'd known not having a plan was bad, but didn't expect to get trapped so suddenly. She sighed. What would she had planned? To just keep traveling and hoping one of those crazy freaks doesn't get her? How was she suppose to do that her whole life? So, what was the plan?

With a defeated sigh, she turned back to the can of peaches and swallowed the food before speaking. "Honestly, I never had a plan. I never knew there was a safe zone. Hell, I didn't even think anyone was alive. I thought I was all that was left. I was out there alone. No plan. No idea of where to go, what to do. Nothing. Just.... Survive. Which almost didn't happen." She said, smiling at bit at the last part. It was funny now that she'd escaped the brush of death.

Then he said something that made her laugh. "You're surprised I survived? Even I'm surprised I survived." She said. She then recalled the term 'kid.' "Almost eighteen, by the way." She said with a proud grin.

It had been a few days since she'd been able to relax. Weeks since she'd seen another person. While she was typically reserved and quiet, she felt open to this man. Part of her thought it was because he'd saved her. She even seemed to refuse the part of her that said she was simply relieved she wasn't the only one. She didn't want that deep of an attachment. Not yet. She wasn't sure if this man would leave her for dead or not. Maybe he'd get tired of her? Maybe he would just forget about her? Either way, she wasn't going to accept a deep attachment. Not yet.

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[Sgt David Cobalt]

The night air was getting more cool as time passed on, it would be chilly tonight but nothing to much. Taking the can of peaches he brought it up to his lips and began to drink the juice that was inside. It tasted rich and sweet full of nutirients his body would need the next day as he listened to her replies.

He tilted his head "So, I was already in the military when I was 17, when I was your age I was being yelled at by my training officer and forced to train my body through hell so I woudn't die on the job."

He looked at his empty can and put it to the side "Still I guess out here luck is just as great a skill as any other." He leaned back against his bag "Truth be told as much as I hated being out in the desert, spending so much time out there it became like a second home." His eyes looked around it was getting dark "Well we got nothing but time now, why don't you tell me more about yourself Bellatrix."

The moans of a few infected was up in the air as they aimlessly roamed around the small town not paying much attention to the two living people on the roof of the store. From what he could tell she was still getting used to being in hostile areas, he would have to keepa eye on here so she won't get into any trouble, other than the two of them he was gonna take a guess that they were the only living people around in this entire area for several hundered miles. Other than a pistole he noticed she had on her he doubted she had any type of training or experiance handeling it. He guessed maybe he could show her how to hold it and fire it but using it for real would waste ammo and give away their position to any of the infected lurking around nearbye.

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[Bellatrixx E. Black]

Bellatrixx took another peach slice into her mouth as Haven began to speak. She listened carefully, but kept her eyes on the can of peaches. She had once slice less, then she'd have nothing but the juice. When Haven stopped speaking, she swallowed to respond. "You were in the military?" Curiosity flowed with her words. She'd never met anyone that had been in the military. While she'd seen them everywhere, she'd never really met one. She'd met police, but only because she was being arrested.

She shook her head to shake the thought and looked back at Haven as he spoke again. A little about herself? "What do you want to know?" She asked. That was always how she responded to someone saying they wanted to know more about her. As she waited for his response, she looked out at the darkened landscape. The moon was hidden behind thick black clouds, and the stars poked out in random places. A few infected limped down the street, paying no mind to the duo on the roof. Bellatrixx watched them.

Some jerked their limbs as they walked, other didn't move some limbs. One of them had a missing hand and ear. Another was torn open. The woman of the group of infected was bald on half of her head. The other side had blonde, curly hair. Obviously, this woman had once been beautiful, but now she was cursed with the virus that had taken over the world, making her hideous. Bella looked away when the woman's head turned towards them. Her face was ripped open revealing the inside of her jaw and even a few teeth. Blood dripped from the open wound mixed with spit. It disgusted Bellatrixx.

She glanced at Haven again to see that he had looked down at her gun. She wrapped her hand around it and pulled it closer to her side before looking at his eyes. "Don't worry. I know how to use it. When you grow up like I did, you learn." She said with a hardened expression. Her eyes were guarded, as they had been since the two had arrived. She was guarding herself. Fighting against everything like she had in her old neighborhood.

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