Yeah... I know. "WTF!?!?" is what my fans, if any of them I have, are probably thinking! "Where's the next chapter to _____?" *shrug* When I'm not inspired to write something, I tend to do something else to bide my time! Listen. I have found that there are not enough Shaun Riley fan Fictions out there and he's delicious in a geek-y way! ^^ Uhmm... Where normally I do 6-8 pages per chapter, I plan to keep this one short with 4-5 pages per chapter. If we're lucky, I won't find a good cliff to hang the chapter off of and make it longer, but until that happens, I give you the opening, the introduction of non-introductions! I'm not too pleased with this start, but am in like, yes like, with the next few chapters... So, I'm gonna shut the hell up and allow you to read. Enjoy! - Scitah
Nilah is a girl, left alone, family gone.
She is an American Z-Day survivor.
A little plump around the middle, but she's strong.
She was in England, moved there actually, and in need of a few Tvs, which was why she was in Shawn's shop.
He was now the owner, seeing as how the others that were above him all died, leaving the business to him.
Shawn sat behind the counter, reading over a daily news paper when her hand roughly landed on the counter, "You know, you shouldn't believe everything you read in the news papers."
Shawn jumped a little and looked at her, her blue eyes dull, face unreadable. "Uh, yes…" He glanced around and set the paper down, "May I help you?"
She stared at him a moment, then set a paper in front of him, "I will be needing three of these."
Shawn looked at the paper, "Okay, then," and took it, then became shocked, "These are expensive! Are you sure you nee-"
She was just staring at him, uninterested in his opinions, drawing a silence from him.
"Uh… Alrighty… The store only carries two, due to how expensive they are, at a time… If you leave your address, we can ship you the third by the end of this week." Shawn cleared his throat.
"Good…"
Shawn turned to head to the back when she gripped his forearm and leaned towards him, "Would you like to know what's going on?"
Shawn frowned in confusion at her, "What?"
"I can see it all over you, Mr. Riley… You are a first hand survivor of Z-Day, like myself… The reason it happened was genetic studies to create perfect people, so to speak… I've a feeling their testing is far from over." she released him and stood straight.
He cracked a smile, "That's just a theory…"
She slammed an I.D. badge on the counter, "It started in America, Shawn. I worked on it."
Shawn stared at the badge, "Then what are you doing here?"
"Working on a cure. England has the largest number of Work Force Re-Animates in the world. Imagine if I could cure them?" She stated.
Shawn blinked at the thought of having Ed back to normal, then frowned, "You'll be testing on them?"
"That's how it works." She nodded briefly.
"That's just wrong." He stated.
Her left eye brow rose up, "I did not come here for your opinions, Mr. Riley. I came for screens."
Shawn nodded and walked off.
He returned with the flat screen, hi-def, yadda-yadda Tvs and the woman shelled out the money for them.
"Mr. Riley…" She called before leaving.
"Yes?" He crossed his arms defiantly as she looked him up and down.
"Be prepared."
And she was gone.