#mystivorous

               she   stares   out   the   window,   eyes   fixed   on   the   street   below.      they   are   several   floors   up   in   this   apartment   building,   ten   floors   to   be   exact.      the   higher   the   level,   the   safer   they   were.      the   dead   roam   the   streets   below,   in   a   constant   search   for   fresh   meat.      it’s   been   a   year   since   the   outbreak   happened,   and   olivia   still   can’t   quite   believe   this   is   how   their   lives   turned   out.      everything   had   been   going   so   good,   she   had   finally   after   years   of   wanting   become   a   mother   to   the   most   precious   boy.      only   one   year   old   and   the   world   he   should   have   grown   up   in   fell   apart.      noah   was   now   two,   and   currently   asleep   in   his   crib   in   the   other   room.      he   was   safe   with   the   watchful   eye   of   the   stabler   children,   but   olivia   still   worried   about   how   long   that   safety   would   last.

               she   turns   her   head   to   look   over   her   shoulder   as   elliot   approaches.      she   owes   him   so   much.      olivia   was   capable   as   a   survivor,   she   had   the   same   training   as   him,   she   could   be   ruthless   when   she   had   to   be.      but   when   things   went   to   hell,   she   was   a   new   mother   to   an   infant.      without   elliot’s   help   she   doesn’t   know   if   she   would   be   here   today.      he   came   for   her   when   things   descended   into   chaos.      he   rescued   her,   he   got   her   and   noah   out   safe.      it   was   a   debt   she   would   never   be   able   to   repay.

Mari still carries herself like a soldier, can't shake it. Not the ten-hut, stick-up-the-ass caricature, but that G.I.-brand of calm awareness, misleading in the way it compresses the spring of action at her core. Whether it's into the fray or to conclusions, she's always ready to jump. Discipline and readiness are concepts that were very quickly made meaningless in the midst of the fall, but they haven't failed her.

It isn't hard for her to spot the makings of a soldier in someone else. Since her arrival she's been eyeing the other woman ; had her pegged for prior service — all service is prior now — off the jump and just hadn't found the time for introductions. So when this stranger reads Mari like a book on her approach, it makes her laugh. Straightforward, thank God.

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