#immunegirl

Claire's finger lingered around the trigger of her gun, blue eyes scanning her surroundings in deft habit, a soldier's mind so ingrained into her skull by her brother taking over. The outbreak had taken the world by surprise, and she'd gotten lost in the nightmare just like the rest. Every man, woman and child she'd taken under her wing had died; either by bite, the horrors of their minds, the violence of the animal within themselves.  Whatever reason it had been, she'd lost everything, and it'd  been months since another living human had crossed her path... Until today. Gun still raised and aimed, Claire spotted the little girl. Instantly, her heart was in her throat. To see a child alone, to see a child who's innocence was lost always killed her inside. She could never shoot them on sight, a part of her always hoping, aching for them to be okay. To be free of infection and just lost.           "Hey," she called, taking a few steps forward, gun still raised in front of her.           "Are you okay? Do you need some help?"           Don't be dead, don't be dead, please don't be dead.