Yay I got a review! I'm surprised my Walking Dead story doesn't have one yet. Anyway, thank you for the review PunkPrincess137, it really inspired me to write some more, had some ideas popping up into my head immediately.


Nevaeh

She watched Christopher leave the shack with hollow eyes, wishing he would let her go with him. He never let her go, saying that she would just get herself caught by that gang again…she shivered and turned to Oliver, who was still slurping up his cat food and fresh water. She smiled and walked around the table to Oliver and crouched down, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. He looked up at her and smiled before he went back to calmly eating his breakfast. The only way she could tell he was smiling was because of the way his eyes scrunched up at the corners. She stood and smiled down at him before she shrugged out of her coat and tossed it onto one of the rotting shelves and skipped to the back room, crouching back down to a trash bag hidden in the corner and started to dig through it. She pulled out her standard worn jean capris and a gray tank top. She smiled when she found the black, satin bra. She had found it while going through a woman's trash when she had snuck out of District 9 one night. She had wanted to go back to her home, see if they would accept her, but had changed her mind when she thought of the skeletal (even for one of the Polweepkwa)Oliver back in the alien holding ground and turned right back around. Why she had been going through the trash she never really figured it out, just guessed she had gotten so use to digging in trash for everything. She had been living in District 9 for too long.

"I go watch now?"

She looked over a bare shoulder at Oliver, who was unaffected by her naked form. It was something he had gotten used to. "Sure sweetheart, I'll let you know when I'm done ok?"

He nodded and hopped (literally) out of the room. Nevaeh smiled and finished getting dressed. She glared at the handless brush that sat on her rag bed, groaning when she gave in and marched over to it, glaring as she brought it up to her hair. She wanted to scream, blaming herself because she needed to get a regular hair brushing schedule down. That sounded really stupid to her ears and she laughed around a groan, jerking the soft bristles through her tangled curls. She didn't brush her hair regularly because of how much she kept it in a bun no matter what she did. She dropped the brush to the ground when she was done and ran her fingers through the now soft locks gingerly, sighing and closing her eyes. She made no move to get away from the claws that nudged her hand out of the way, just let him rake them through her hair once, twice. When he stopped she turned to him, smiling a little, but it dropped when she saw Abiodun who was clawing at their small table.

"I don't like him here," she whispered, moving closer to Christopher.

He stared down at her for a moment. "Im sorry about that, but I decided to bring Oliver along with us."

Her eyes shot up to meet his, hurt evident. "And you're not gonna bring me?"

He sighed."I am sorry, but no I am not bringing you because of the gangs. They are riled up today."

She stepped back from him, rubbing her left arm. "Go," she whispered.

He stared at her for a moment, knowing she was hurt, and nodded. "I am sorry, Nevaeh."

She looked down and away from him, taking another step back. "Just go," she whispered again, turning her back on him.

She didn't watch him leave, but she did wish she would have stopped him when she watched the door shut. She stared at the floor for a moment before she sighed and walked over to the door, pressing against it a little before she flicked the lock down. She walked around the table and crouched down, threading her long fingers through the small handle and jerking up the panel. Dust floated down into the clean, silver compartment and Nevaeh coughed, hopping down into the command module. She placed her hands on her hips and stared around the compartment, wondering if there was anything left to do in here. She moved around and sat in the command seat, curling her legs up to her chest as she stared into the goo things Oliver liked to stick his arms in.

Christopher had hurt her feelings. She depended on him for comfort and protection, she thought he would never leave her behind, but that's exactly what he was doing right now. He wouldn't take her no matter how much she begged, but he would take Oliver who never wanted to leave the safety of his home. She knew Oliver was scared of leaving his home, he had seen so many horrible things when he was out in the outside world.

"He doesn't trust me out there…" she whispered into her knees, a tear leaking out onto her cheek.

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She woke up with a claw touching her shoulder. She jerked and her eyes snapped open, finding his glowing at her through the dark. She glared and rolled over on her bed, facing the wall and inhaling the scent and taste of mold.

"I believe I said I was sorry when I left," he whispered to her from the darkness.

She curled in further on herself and whimpered into the darkness. "You said you wanted to always keep me happy Christopher. Go to bed."

Their home was silent besides Oliver's sleeping clicks, until Christopher sighed and moved over to his own rag bed. Nevaeh didn't want to be mean to Christopher, but he had hurt her feelings. She was sensitive when it came to him, anyone else she would certaintly have remained mad and not have felt one ounce of sorry but he had sheltered her. He had kept he safe and made sure she wasn't harmed even if it was when Oliver was a little mouthy, which rarely happened.

She sniffed a little and sat up, unable to see in the darkness, but knowing where his bed is she had no trouble crawling towards it. She could feel faint scrapes forming on her knees but she didn't care, she wanted to get on his bed and feel safe. She pressed herself against his back, whimpering against his exoskeleton. He sighed in his way and rolled over, draping an arm over her.

"I am sorry, Nevaeh."

She pressed her face more against his chest. "I know, Chris."