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Taking selfies with your best friend like

"You said a person bit you? Out of the blue??"

Jayme wrapped her small arms around Amelia, her body shaking from still being in shock. It was terrifying. The man had just appeared out of the shadows…like a ghost. Jayme had never felt so defenseless before, or so weak.

Jayme shrugged at the name of the protocol, “I don’t know what it’s called, I just heard it on the radio and decided to move… Demons aren’t exactly my friends.”

When your friend is saying some stupid shit : 

"What do you mean, what happened? —

Jayme’s eyes grew worried at the woman’s face, and pressed her lips together in worry, “Oh god GOD… Um… Well, do you want any help? I know a place where I can grab some bandages and antiseptics. It’ll help a little.” She smiled, “And then we could probably grab some ice for that eye huh?”

The young girl held out and hand and slowly slid it into the other woman's. She could tell there was something... different about her. Possible dangerous. She could sense it. But she elected to ignore it. This woman needed help.

"You said a person bit you? Out of the blue??"

Jayme wrapped her small arms around Amelia, her body shaking from still being in shock. It was terrifying. The man had just appeared out of the shadows...like a ghost. Jayme had never felt so defenseless before, or so weak.

Natasha looked over at Jayme as she watched the TV, thinking over the girls words. She wasn’t used to that, to praise on her character. On her skills, yes, but not on her. She wasn’t quite sure if she liked it, it was much to personal.

Jayme looked over to Miss Widow, her eyes slightly glazed from watching the TV, “Ummm… I dunno. It’s hard to explain. You know when you get angry? And it feels like you’re made of spikes, and there’s this weird pressure in your chest? It’s kinda sorta like that, but it moves with the Demons. Like a compass.”