#infectcdalice

not exactly what she meant.   truthfully, she was leaning more towards the side of not sticking around with  her. there was a time where having a group, even one friend, lifted her up. when her mother passed, she clung to her brother just as she did when they were  children. and after he was taken away?  she’s never been more content with sticking to herself, taking care of  herself  beyond all else.  ❝  something’s wrong here. ❞  it’s a  feeling  she gets, and the small cracks that echo around the large building aren’t that of it settling, she’s convinced.  ❝  one more room might be our  last  room. ❞  gun hugged close to her chest, strap over her shoulder, she takes a step back, away from the door that leads to alice’s destination.   ❝  i’m leaving. ❞

CLAIRE’S HEAD TURNS AWAY FROM BLUE EYES.    -----   she’s mostly just THINKING.   yeah,  alice is right.   someone SHOULD keep watch.   that’s EXACTLY why she’s wandering around OUT HERE.    claire certainly appreciates the SENTIMENT,  whether it comes from the lack of being ABLE to sleep,  or if it’s GENUINE.   either way,  claire knows that if something WERE to happen,  alice WOULD be able to protect them. 

there’s absolutely nothing THE LEADER wants more than this convoy SAFE.

honestly,  she CAN’T sleep.   so she’s taking that SILENT invitation and planting her ass next to alice.   fingers reach for the blade on her hip,  just something OCCUPY her fingers.

INFORMATION, SUCH A POWERFUL THING. if there was one thing she knew, it was that everything could be bought for the right price and it was also that everything had a price whether one knew it or not.           ❝ and tell me why i should consider? ❞             that was it, they expected she up and leave the people who gave her the life she currently led. sure, maybe she didn’t have all the pieces and maybe she didn’t care to know everything. the only thing she had to care about was that she was given a purpose and that she wasn’t on the streets.              ❝ i mean, this isn’t exactly an ideal situation for either of us. ❞

       FOR A MOMENT THE ONLY SOUNDS that could be heard were the wind & the crackling fire. a small nodd was enough answer. albeit tired, Rey couldn't get any sleep ---- no matter how much she tried. whenever she closed her eyes, she found herself back at her apartment, her lanlord trying to break her door to eat her.         SHE HAD NO ILLUSIONS FOR THE future ---- Claire's cargo was getting smaller as each day passed, more and more people got either infected or died of hunger, cold or of unknown reasons. death was the only sure they had right now & being literally surrounded by it didn't help to ease her troubled mind.

There’s a roll of her eyes, though more good-naturedly than one would probably realize. She couldn’t really expect anything less than the request that’s shot her way. There’s not a lot to go around in this world, they have to trade and use what they’ve got. “Alright –what did you have in mind?” The girl is young, that’s clear to Alice, and she’s not at all opposed to helping her out. The older woman didn’t have much in the way of supplies that she could offer though, since she herself survived on very little. Her head tilts, awaiting the response.

                    “  ... I need a different set of hands.  ”

          Eretria was uneasy of having to ask this of someone she didn’t know. Uneasy to ask for help in the first place. Perhaps this way was easier. She had some information that she knew this woman could use and if she could use it to her advantage in the form of extortion then it made asking for help just a bit easier on her. 

          Turning slowly around as she lifted the back of her shirt, wincing in the process. She revealed that her mid was wrapped up and blood had already soaked threw where a knife wound had been inflicted upon her.

petite fingers idly pick at the string of jerky in her hands.   she sits on a small plastic bin she’s turned over, forearms resting against her knees. exhausted, hair a mess, blood tainting her skin in such a way that her face almost appears to have a  sunburn. the warmth from the fire between the both of them makes her body relax, pent up breath escaping through her nose while eyes momentarily fall shut.  she doesn’t know this woman’s story, but she knows she’s something extraordinary ; she’s strong, smart  -- but there’s something unearthly about it. alicia isn’t even that  on point  even on her  best  days.

and while she said she wasn’t going to stay, alice is growing on her. it’s a sense of protection she hasn’t had in a long time,  years  --  not since her mother and brother were still around. or.. maybe it isn’t necessarily  protection  as it is the comfort of loneliness slowly dying.  ❝  it was my brother. ❞  that’s  what truly changed her.  ❝  -- we stumbled across an umbrella set up. -- camp.. or something. my mom was always a smooth talker, so was nick.. well, i guess we all were. everything was okay at first, until my mom figured out what they were really doing. ❞   the experiments, the mutants.. they  wanted  this.   ❝  they took him. ❞