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Chapter 3: Delta
The women stood up to reveal herself, she saw that Cole looked right at her, and he nudged Dom to look to. She was about five foot four, very short compared to the two men. She had an average figure, not to big, but not too skinny. She had long, straight, layered, blonde hair that reached a little less than half way down her back. Her green eyes were as dark as the blades of grass that is when there was grass around here. Her olive skin tone helped her blend in with the shadowy back of the room.
"Uh, hi." She spoke first. "Thank you." She also said a few seconds later.
"Damn, well hello..." Cole began to speak, "who are ya'h?"
"Farrah and you are?" She walked away from the desk that she was staying behind.
"Cole, ya'h may know me as the train. Heh, but ya'h can call me Cole." He pointed to himself than to his partner, "and this here is Dom."
Dom interjected, "where is everyone? Are you all that's left?"
She nodded slowly, "I'm afraid so. Everyone else is gone. They either died or crept off into the night. The people that were here were very shady."
"What do you mean?" Dom asked slightly confused, he put his rifle lower, as to not scare the girl.
"Some were trying to kill others, just for weapons, or for more food. But that was a few days ago. Just yesterday it was me, a mother and her newborn son. I tried to keep the baby safe…" Obvious from her words, both Dom and Cole assumed the baby and mother died.
"Why did ya'h stick around here, girl? Ya'h should of left." Cole stated as he looked around at the damage done. "If ya'h would have gone with the others ya'h may have a chance at a better life-"
"Depending on where they were going…" Dom cut in.
"I should have done a lot, I know. But it didn't seem right. I may not be the toughest person around, but I have held my own for a while I guess. Well a few weeks at least. My family and I were split up."
"Dom, Cole, you guys okay? We're done down here." "Yeah, Marcus were alright. We gotta show ya'h somethin' though."
"Uhh, I don't know, we'll meet you down by the grub hole. Dom Out."
Marcus shook his head at the blonde man, "I don't like the sound of this Baird."
"Yeah, neither do I. Probably something that's going to slow us down. We got enough troubles already." Marcus and Baird had their differences and they butted heads the most, but he had to agree with him at least with this.
Farrah looked down at her black fitted sweatpants; she dusted herself off as she walked down the stairs. She had two tank tops on, first was a white one and the second was overlapping the second one, it was black. "Hold on, I have to grab my bag up here."
"Bag of what?" Dom asked.
"Stuff I have collected, it might help you guys out."
"Something to show you. Hmm, what is taking them so long?" Marcus was grumbling to himself, he heard the occasional smartass remark from Baird.
"Talking to yourself because no one else listens…"
"Baird, shut it!"
"Holy shit-" Baird looked up and saw Cole running, behind him was Dom; lightly pushing a young girl. "What the fuck is this?"
Marcus shook his head in disbelief, he was shocked because he was told that this area was high with locust activity he was sure, as well as Control that there'd be no survivors. "This outta be good." He mumbled to Baird, "Dom, Cole, explain."
"Yo Marcus, we found her upstairs were those drones were headin' too. This here is Farrah." Cole announced as he gave her a light tap. "Pssh and Control said there was gunna be no survivors."
"Yeah…" Marcus looked at her; she had to be in her early twenties of the latest though she didn't look like it right now. He was sure it was just because of the circumstance, and you could tell she was nervous, she hid somewhat near Dom. "I'm Marcus Fenix, and this," He motioned for the blonde guy, "is Damon Baird."
"Yeah, but it's just Baird to you and everyone else." He snapped causing Farrah to shake a little.
"Jeez Baird, no need to snap on her like that. She has probably been through a lot." Dom looked uneasy; he had a feeling Baird was going to go off.
"Yeah, you think Dom. So have we. I mean, you just lost your wife! For Christ sake's; don't try to lecture me, alright. I have lost people too, so has Marcus, Cole, and yourself." He stomped his foot on the ground in anger. "She's just going to slow us down, no offense honey. But you will."
Baird walked off down what was a road at one point. Marcus looked at Cole; he knew that he'd be able to calm him down. They were good friends, and knew each other better. Baird wasn't usually one to stomp off, but he needed to cool down. "Cole, grab him."
Farrah looked up at the raspy voiced man. "I didn't even want to come; this was not my idea…Uhh, Sir." She let her bag fall to the ground and sat on a stomp of a tree nearby.
"Dom, come here." As the two soldiers turned with their backs to the girl. Marcus began to raise his voice. "Alright, Dom, I know you have a good heart, but she can't come with us."
"Marcus, she has nowhere else to go. Come on, man. If we leave her out here, than she may die. Haven't we seen enough dead people? Maybe we can prevent just this one from dying if she's with us. I bet if we give her a chance-"
"I know Dom, but-" Marcus had a lot he wanted to say but just didn't think now was the time. He figured someone would just have to watch her, and be in charge of the girl.
"Cole, everything good now?" "Yeah, we headed back now. Y'all still where we left ya'h?" "Yeah." "Alright on our way. Cole out."
