"Natalya? Natalya?" Alfred frowned as he took a quick look at the area behind him. "Go on, idiot country..." Natalya mumbled with a tiny smile. Alfred spotted her at once, kneeled over with a bullet in her spine, her dress soaked with blood. "Take Fighter Girl and make me proud." (AU, Post-apocalypse, er... Rated T for Blood, Cannibalism, all that good stuff) (NOT AMEBEL)