In the deserted streets of west city roamed a single survivor. She had barely escaped with her life leaving her one and only love to fight against the evil king of the damned. He had attacked her and her husbands army slaying them all. She hadn't wanted to be there but her husband wanted so badly for her to come and didn't trust the fact of her being alone. She walked in the cold blissful night in search of a place to hide and protect her unborn child. It was close to the time of the delivery and she had no medication no way to be rid of the pain . She placed herself on the ground and prepared for her little girls liberation. Spacing her legs apart she began the bearing. Ignoring the pain she continued to push and push until she heard the cry of her child.

Placing the baby in her arms she cradled her. She was small and beautiful and was the splitting image of her. Placing the baby on her lap she sat and rocked her singing a lullaby from an old ancient song.

Al de a tor vanna

Altera vonna Te fraud

My child. I have nothing I can give

But this chance that you may live

I pray we'll meet again and she will deliver us

Hush now my baby

Be still love don't cry

Sleep as you're rocked by

The stream

Sleep and remember my last lullaby

So I'll be with you

When you dream

She watched as her only gift fell fast asleep. She laid her against her chest and fell asleep herself.

The next day when she had awakened she found she was no longer in the alley. She was laying in a trashed hospital room with someone watching over her. "Where am I?'' She looked over to see a tattered and bruised young woman with her head down fast asleep. The young woman opened her eyes and stared it hers. "Oh you're awake,'' she exclaimed cheerfully. She smiled at her and searched around for her baby. "Where's my baby?'' she asked. The woman stood up and walked over to a small bed picking up a small bundle. "Here she is. I did a CAT scan to see if anything was wrong with her and she seems to be fine,'' she said handing her the baby. She gently rocked her baby girl and hummed the same Israelian song. "What is your name?'' the woman asked. She looked up away from her baby and at the rather pretty young lady. "My name is Berthana, what is yours?'' she asked. "My name is Camila, and that over there is my new pride and joy ChiChi. Have you chosen a name for your child?'' she asked stroking the babies face. Berthana rocked back and forth and smiled suddenly. "I think I'll call her Buruma or for short Bulma,'' she said. Camila smiled and eyed the baby as she began to stir.

Frowning the baby began to squirm. Opening her big blue eyes Bulma stared up at Berthana and Camila before balling. ChiChi began to cry as well. The two mothers looked at each other and smiled. Grabbing ChiChi, Camila opened her blouse and took out her breast. Berthana looked away in disgust as the baby began to nurse on it. "Why are you doing that?'' she asked. Camila smiled and looked back to her baby. "Its what you have to do. Since there is no more food left here for babies, you have to breast feed,'' she said. Berthana looked to the crying screaming Bulma and sighed. Opening her dress shirt she did the same as Camila. Soon baby Bulma quieted down and drank the milk. Sighing deeply Berthana laid her head back on the wall and began thinking. What would happen to them after this? Looking to Camila she saw her rocking ChiChi and soothing her to sleep. Looking toward the window she gasped. There stood two shadowed figures watching them. Berthana covered herself up and stood. "Come on we have to go… NOW!!'' she yelled clutching her baby to her chest running out the room. Soon Camila was at her heels and they ran into a room that held no windows and locked the doors.

Sliding to floor Berthana clutched Bulma and sniffled. Looking straight ahead, she came face to face with the king and queen of the damned.

Sorry peoples this story was a lot longer, but my bitchass sister deleted the regular version. Anyways. Plz review.