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It was dark and raining. The survivors were battling their way through raging hordes of infected, not stopping to heal themselves.
The safe room was only a few yards away. They couldn't give up now.
"Guys, come on! If we run fast enough, we'll lose 'em!" yelled Ellis above the screeches of zombies.
Using the last of their energy, the sprinted towards the door, turning around to shoot the last few infected in the horde.
After each member was safely in, Nick slammed and barred the door.
"Thank god we're here," said Rochelle, collapsing against the wall. "I thought we were gonna die for sure."
"Um, guys..." began Ellis, before being interupted by Nick.
"Look, Ellis, we REALLY don't wanna hear another god-damn story about Keith right now."
"If you'd let me finish, I was gonna say that you guys should look over in' corner..."
The survivors turned their heads to see whatever Ellis was talking about.
They didn't expect to see what they did.
A young girl, hunched up, sobbing.
"What should we do...?" whispered Coach.
"Lets try talking to her."
"But what if she's a zombie?"
"...I'm not one of those monsters," said the girl, turning her head and beginning to stand.
The group saw her face. She had one green and one blue eye, long, dark blonde hair, and bleeding cuts covering her face.
She wore a light green dress, which was stained in blood, and green trainers.
She looked almost insane.
Rochelle was the one to make a move first.
"Hi, sweetie. Are you ok? What are you doing here?" she asked, walking towards the child, smiling sweetly.
The girl looked thrown for a second, before bursting into tears and clinging to Rochelle like a toddler.
"I didn't want to... but they just kept attacking... they wouldn't stop... I had to kill them..." she sobbed into Rochelle's top.
Rochelle herself looked shocked for a minute, before patting the kid's head.
"There, there, honey... just sit down a minute and tell me and my friends your name."
"... Crystal... my name's Crystal."
"Ok, sweetie, ok."
Crystal pulled away from Rochelle and looked up to see the faces of the other survivors.
The first face she noticed was Ellis's. He looked warm and friendly, like a lovable older brother.
She then looked at Nick. He seemed much less welcoming, glaring at her coldly.
She turned to look at Coach. He seemed strong and bold, ready for action.
In some sense, she instantly liked all of them.
Ellis strolled up to her.
"Folks call me Ellis, though some people call me El. I don't really like El though, 'cause it kinda sounds like a girls name, but if ya wanna call me El, I guess you can..." he said casually, holding out his hand.
Crystal looked into his eyes. He looked like an honest young man.
She shook his outstreched hand.
"P-pleased to meet you."
"My friends call me Coach, for the record," mumbled Coach, who was eyeing up the guns, already deciding on which one he'd use when the left the safe house again.
Crystal glanced over at Nick, who was looking away from her.
"And you...?"
"...The name's Nick." he said, almost spitting it out.
He truly despised this child.
What right did she have, suddenly joining up with the group, slowing them down?
And furthermore, what if she had been bitten and wasn't immune?
He looked over his shoulder at her.
She looked like she had no hope left, a lost soul.
He didn't feel sympathy for her, only pure hate.
And Crystal could sense this.
Dun dun DUN~!
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