doctor.

Scarlett barely had time to find enough energy to participate in the exchange that occurred with the strangers before her. Not when breathing felt like it took every single ounce of energy she had left. However, just when her lips parted to voice something mildly witty and sarcastic, the faith sound of the dead caught her attention. The brunette’s head snapped back, the entire store fell silent while they listened. “Fuck.” She groaned, shifting her position so she could now stand behind one of the large metal aisle displays. Her head then turned towards the strangers who could be more of a problem than the death that closed in. “Be quiet, don’t —” she paused, sucking in a painful breath of air. “try anything.”

if corrie felt weak before, she felt even more weak now. her weapons were nothing compared to the others. her small collection of knives barely got her by to begin with, how in the hell would it fight off something that was outside the glass doors? the answer was clear, it wouldn’t. her breath hitched at the strangers words, gaze moving towards her for a moment, feet taking a few steps back. “if we’re going to survive..we..we have to work together.” she breathed out. “quickly.”

To be fair, he probably should have assumed that a GROCERY STORE would be a popular destination for other survivors. Even so, Arrow’s heart raced as he came head to head with not one group, but two. He was so close to the exit, he’d even glanced over at VIOLET RAINE and then back at the people he’d encountered. “Listen,” the blond started but he had to take a beat to figure out what he’d even say next, “I’m in the military. We can figure this out.” That seemed to be his most impressive line. He was in the military, he could figure it out. When one of those things didn’t apply anymore and the other was a lie and then some, he knew that he’d have to come up with something else. A distraction.

“Look, it’s getting dark outside.” He gestured to the large store front, windows displayed all of them to the outside world. Tacky posters of sales ads were plastered on them, but that barely covered the group at a current stand still. “You guys can take the rest of what’s here, we’re just gonna be headed out.” He added in calmly, as he attempted to move away from the group as slowly as he could, as though he was waiting for nods of acceptance of this idea. He continued to be patient, in hopes that if he didn’t act reckless, he might be able to get through this unscathed and then some. 

In his pack, he now had first aid supplies, he had MEDICATIONS and a little bit of water that he’d just barely been able to find. He figured he was lucky, that if no one wanted to take what he had, which he only planned to share with his companion, he’d be alright. That was, until he’d heard several slams —- BANG, BANG — he glanced over to the windows.

The dead. Shit.

the last time she’d seen other survivors was ages ago. the only other person she’d been with for what seemed like months was vega, the room was silent, almost too silent. weapons were drawn on all sides as her gaze moved about about the unfamiliar faces. she almost felt weak holding up her small knife, but it was all she had. she was never good with guns, and if she were being honest, knives were much more effective out in this world. but still, everyone had much more..advanced weapons than her. the first sound to fill the quiet store was that of a man. corrie’s eyes landed on a blonde, he didn’t look much older than her. her brows knitted at his words. military. even if he was someone who served our country, it wouldn’t be much help. she was a doctor, vega was a cop, yet here they were. in a world turned to shit. “no offense..but, i don’t think careers have any effect anymore.” she replied, accent making it clear she wasn’t from this part of area. in fact, growing up around Hispanics gave her her own accent of her own, even if she is from the states.

he was much larger than her, hell, he could probably knock her down with just a shove, but here she was, making comments she didn’t need to stay. her eyes narrowed at this words. from what she could figure out, him and the other came from the section of the store with the medical supplies. those were supplies she needed. of course, food was just as important. her group would have enough food for days (granted, it was only two of them). his words were reasonable, they get what they need and they leave, she was sure her group would be doing the same. but it was more the group of four on the other side that worried her more. this place seemed almost untouched, there was plenty of food, and clothes from what she could see. she was about eto part her lips to speak, ask if there were any medical supplies left in the store when an obnoxiously loud noise filled her ears. dammit, not again. 

slowly moving her gaze to the door, she saw body after body. the herd seemed small at the moment, but deep down she knew if they kept this up, more would come. glancing at the group around her, she simply shook her head. “i don’t think anyone’s leaving.”

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"BEING BAD FEELS PRETTY GOOD, HUH?”

down a busy street walked two people. a woman and a young girl. the woman was dressed in thick armor, something you’d see out of a comic, and the girl..well, she appeared to be wearing normal clothes from what was seen. the warrior had just stopped an attempted break in, something you see every night in these parts of town. she remembered the girl. she ran into her at the coffee shop, stopped the drink from spilling on her. but that was when she was diana prince, not wonder woman. so she couldn’t say anything. 

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“WHY ARE YOU BEING SO NICE TO ME?” 

as she sat in one of the stools that were placed around the island in the kitchen, a simple shrug fell from the womans shoulder, her gaze moved from the brunette to the window. all she did was make him a cup of coffee and some toast. the amazon didn’t think anything of it. it seemed the people here were no longer used to the act of kindness. it upset the woman. how could a world filled with good people be so cruel? 

“everyone just needs a little kindness..a little something to show them that some people actually do care for one another.” she spoke, voice soft. she wasn’t too familiar with the man next to her, but had seen him around the tower many times since she had gotten here. “besides, you look like you haven’t slept in weeks..and being victim of that, i figured the least i could do was give you some energy for the day.” diana commented, a light grin forming on her lips. 

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“WHY ARE YOU BEING SO NICE TO ME?”

“what do you mean?” diana questioned, brows knitting together as a look of confusion formed on her face. she hadn’t a clue why wanda would ask that. there wasn’t a reason in the world as to why diana would be unkind to her. after all, she hadn’t disrespected her in anyway. 

gently taking the spoon in her hand, diana twirled the metal object around the cup, watching the liquid mix together. she had made herself a cup of tea, being as she wasn’t that big of a fan of coffee in the late evenings and had been perched up on the couch reading a book for most of the night before the other woman came. it wasn’t long until the two got into a rather intense conversation. it wasn’t anything serious, persay..it was just, random things, things that were on the womens minds. 

"Does he slip you the hot beef injection?"

"Did your mom marry Mr. Rogers?"

"Eat my shorts."

"Does Barry Manilow know that you raid his wardrobe?"

"Don't mess with the bull. You'll get the horns."

"Could you describe the ruckus?"

"Do you know how popular I am?"

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

"If I lose my temper you're totaled, man."

"You ask me one more question and I'm beating the shit out of you."

"Being bad feels pretty good, huh?"

"Don't you ever talk about my friends."

"Just stick to the things you know; shopping, nail polish, your father's BMW, and your poor, rich drunk mother in the Caribbean."

"Hey, you're not urinating in here, man."

"Now is this the first time or the last time you do this to me?"

"So... what's your poison?"

"You're a lying sack of shit and everybody knows it."

"Keep your fuckin' hands off me!"

"Why didn't you want me to know that you are a virgin?"

"You know, I have just as, many feelings as you do and it hurts so much when someone steps all over them."

"Don't you ever, ever, compare yourself to me, "

"Are we gonna be like our parents?"

"You couldn't ignore me if you tried."

"Two hits... me hitting you, you hitting the floor."

"You don't talk to her, you don't look at her and you don't even think about her! You understand me?"

"Are you a virgin?"

"Yo wastoid, you're not gonna blaze up in here."

"You ought to spend a little more time trying to make something of yourself and a little less time trying to impress people."

"You're kind of sexy when you're angry."