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    Heaven needs another set of wings [/fancypost]
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    GETS HARDER EVERYDAY [/fancypost]


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    You see, when I got out of that hellhole of a military facility, I found myself in the middle of cooling carnage- Genoa, or old town Chicago. I didn't recognize it, or anything about it. Old banners hung limply, tattered and weathered, in a language I didn't read well, but I assumed was English. I walked for an hour or so before I came into contact with the first shredder. I managed to hold it off and hide in the trunk of a rusted car, but as soon as I left I ran into a few more.


    So there I was, running over the rubble with glass shards and scrap metal scraping against my boots, four of the rabid fiends hot on my heels. That was when I heard the gunshots. Someone was on a roof, sniping them as I ran. I was getting orders barked at me in English, which was not my best language, but I understood it enough.


    I was told to run in circles and to fake them out so I could buy him sniping time. It worked well enough, but gunshots attracted more, so I had to climb a latter up to his rooftop where I was met with gorgeous hazel eyes and a mouth and nose covered with a bandana, a large rifle aimed at me. A few others stood near him, a blonde lady, about forty three, with a pistol and a lengthy lad of maybe twenty-two with a shotgun. The tall guy had light, dirty blonde hair and dark brown eyes. "What were you doing down there without any protection?" the blonde boy asked.


    "Nathan," warned the women. "Let me do the talking." The women stared at me as if she was sizing me up, then she suddenly moved to pat me down. I watched the brown haired boy as she did this, unable to read his expression. "Name?" she asked me. I just looked at her. "Name, sweetheart. Got one or not?"


    "Posy." I said back, my own name sounding strange on my tongue. I was normally addressed by Test Subject M-8-95. Not my actual name or nickname.


    "Posy. Pretty name, pretty girl. Where's your group?"


    "I have no group." I responded carefully, thinking over my words in my head. I think that was proper English.


    "Why do you talk funny like that?" Nathan questioned.


    "Nathan, don't be rude. She's just a little girl," I didn't like the woman addressing me like that. Little girl? I was 19!


    "Where are you from? Firefly sector?" the woman asked me. I didn't know how to answer her. Sure, her red curls and honey colored eyes, topped off by a southern, American accent seemed trusting and mothering enough, but I found no way to explain to her where I was from. I found my eyes drifting back to the handsome man with the rifle, his longish hair blowing around his face, but his eyes seeming unbothered by it.[/size][/fancypost]
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    [/fancypost][align=center]@ ARUKIN


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    [size=7pt]Life's full of a bunch of bullsh*t you know? I swear at times our government never thinks about the things they do and look where it ended up. Millions of people died and others become mindless beings that only want to rip the flesh off the living and have a feast. It's like they never get tired of eating, which was highly annoying. They need a break or something and lay off human flesh for a day but life can't please us now can it?


    The only thing I enjoyed was blowing their heads off. There were plenty of shredders and made target practice interesting and help improve and save lives, like I did just a few minutes ago.


    I was scanning the area through the scope until I spotted a young woman with those atrocious monster chasing after her. My eyebrows furrowed in concentration as I followed them, slowly pulling the trigger back. Then the first bullet flew out and it itself first target right between the eyes. I shifted as I pulled the trigger several more times, seeing those undead horrors dropping to the ground like flies. I let out a soft hmph and glanced back my companions before watching the femme. She came in my direction and scurried up the latter and I greeted her like I would any other stranger.


    Pointing my weapon at them with an unreadable expression. I watched her interact with my friends and blinked at her accent. So it appears that English wasn't her 'main' language but at least she could understand it and speak it. Posy, what a name. It's not everyday you hear some with that name. I silently studied and assessed her while the ginger questioned her. Posy appeared as if she didn't know how to tell where she came from. I felt a light breeze but it didn't both me much nor did the strands of hair that waved in my face. I simply grunted and tightened my grip on the rifle before stepping up.


    Pulling down the bandana that covered my mouth I spoke. "¿De dónde eres chica?" I questioned. English wasn't my first language either, it was Spanish. But that doesn't matter does it? If she knew the language, good for her and if not? It's not like I really care. I also added in, "Tú no hablas íngles bien, ¿verdad?"

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    Heaven needs another set of wings [/fancypost]
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    GETS HARDER EVERYDAY [/fancypost]


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    OOC: Pardon if I made mistakes. I'm in year one Spanish so I don't know as much as I'd like to.[/size][/fancypost]
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    [/fancypost][align=center]@ ARUKIN


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    [align=center][size=7pt][ It's fine. ^^ ]


    So she could speak my language. Good. That means if I want to tell her certain thimgs the other won't know. Now I knew that she was Russian and a few other things. In addition to that she was lost. I grunted softly and gazed into her eyes for a long moment. Then my hazel optics flittered over to my companions before dragging them back to Posy. "Claro que sí." I murmured. "Tú necesitas habla íngles bien porque it well help you."


    I looked back at them and jabbed a thumb at Nathan. "Go check and make sure that the cost is clear," I ordered quietly. My gaze was trained back on the femme and I motioned for my redheaded friend to come up. "Check her out and make sure that she isn't infected or a carrier of the disease." After that was said and done I took a step back, covering my mouth with the bandana again.

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    Heaven needs another set of wings [/fancypost]
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    GETS HARDER EVERYDAY [/fancypost]


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    The woman took out a flashlight and did a brief eye test, then a slight motor test, which she had trouble with because she often got right and left mixed up.


    "I think she's alright." the woman concluded. "Little shook up, but she should be fine."


    "The question is, what should we do with her, now?" Nathan said rather coldly.


    "Well we ain't leavin' her out there. She can't be older than seventeen!" the woman exclaimed.


    "Diecinueve." she corrected. The two English speakers stared at her. "Sorry, um... Nen... Nen-tee..." she fumbled with the word on her tongue, but then looking to Augustus for help. "¿Cómo se dice diecinueve en inglés?" she asked him.[/size][/fancypost]
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    [/fancypost][align=center]@ ARUKIN


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    [size=7pt]I waited patiently as the new girl got checked out again and was content at hearing that she wasn't a threat. I huffed at Nathan's tone toward Mariposa and gave him a warning look. "The next bullet coming out of this sniper rifle will be through your tongue if you can't keep your mouth shut," I growled lowly. I swear that boy has anger issues at times.


    I heard her ask how to say nineteen in Spanish. I can understand that she felt irritated that people mistakened her for being younger when she was actually older. It happened to me at times, and still does, but not as often. "Nineteen," I finally answered. I tilted my head and asked, "¿Tú quieres comdia?" Can't lead a hungry girl around and expect her to live for long. "Oh y soy Augustus."

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    Heaven needs another set of wings [/fancypost]
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    GETS HARDER EVERYDAY [/fancypost]


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    His next question snapped her out of her observations. "No tengo hambre, pero tengo sed. ¿Tienes aqua?" was her response. "Augustus," she added to address him. His name was strange to her, but she liked the way it flicked off her tongue. Never in her life had she heard the names of a man, or any male creature, for that matter. Not even the scientists had names to her. This was the first time she had actually even interacted with a male her age, so it was kind of strange to her.[/size][/fancypost]
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    [/fancypost][align=center]@ ARUKIN


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    [align=center][size=7pt]I smiled slightly and nodded slowly. "Sí," I murmured and looked at the woman. "Can you get her some water please? After that we'll move out," I said before turning around and walked to the edge of the building. I pulled up the weapon to my face so I could look out the scope lens and scanned the perimeter. I watched the cannibalistic beings trudge around and one group attack a single one and eat them. I guess starvation will drive them to eat one another.


    I let a sliver of hope flutter in my chest before locking it away. I couldn't risk to feel emotions, at least not right now. I chewed the inside of my cheek and allowed myself to get lost in my thoughts. Of the past.

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    Heaven needs another set of wings [/fancypost]
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    GETS HARDER EVERYDAY [/fancypost]


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    "For now, yes." Sandy, the woman, had answered.


    "She like a little kid. She'll slow us down and we won't understand half of the things that come out of her mouth." Posy frowned, understand the basis of what he said.


    "I understand, I just don't speak like you do." she stated in defense, choosing her words carefully. This was to no avail, because Nathan continued to whine and complain over her addition. Mariposa was upset by this, so she walked over near where Augustus was looking over the ledge. "¿Adonde vamos?" she asked him gently, her voice soft and careful in case she might disturb his thought.[/size][/fancypost]
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    [/fancypost][align=center]@ ARUKIN


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    [size=7pt]"...Primero un central comercial luego un mercado." answered and flickered my gaze to Sandy the Nathan. I heard the blonde's complaints and shook my head. I wasn't very open to taking people in but she needed help and I wasn't going to abandon someone who clearly needed it. I lowered the sniper before getting the strap and pulled it over my head so it was resting on a shoulder. I let it swing down to the side and motioned for Posy to follow me.


    I walked over to my bookbag and got another out that was folded up. I opened it then opened my own, putting a few knives, a pistol, some food, and bottles of water. Then I zipped it up before getting my own bag on and picked up the one I just filled with items. I pressed it into her hands while keeping eye contact. "Aquí. Es tu mochila ahora." Without another word I made sure that the others were ready to go.


    "Alright it seems that everything is in place. We're going to a mall and then a mall. By the looks of the clouds it looks like it's going to rain so we have to pick up the pace." I told them. After that I made my way to the latter and looked down. Nothing there, at least not yet. I got on it and started to climb down before sliding. It was easier and faster that way. In no time I reached the bottom and gazed around. I didn't a check before going the ok.

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    Heaven needs another set of wings [/fancypost]
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    GETS HARDER EVERYDAY [/fancypost]


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    She brought herself over to the top rings of the ladder, her feet stepping down carefully. She didn't mind coming up, but probably didn't think about it when the shredders were under her feet, trying to get her. She neared the middle, taking her time with her long black hair blowing around with the oncoming storm winds. The ladder was very tall and the rings were pretty strong and wide, but she lost her footing and began to slip. She gasped and tried to grab at the ladder again, barely catching it, but grasping it nonetheless. Her breathing was heavy now, with fear and adrenaline. She didn't want to keep coming down, mainly because she hadn't ever climbed a ladder and what had just happened shook her up.[/size][/fancypost]
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    [/fancypost][align=center]@ ARUKIN


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    [align=center][size=7pt][ Lol epic fail I meant market not a second mall. cx ]


    I narrowed my hazel oculars as the wind picked up and blew my brown hair in my face. I heard the speaking before Posy started to climb down. I watched the wind whip her long, raven colored hair back and tensed when she near fell off. She didn't move and I knew that fear had her into its hold. The young femme was in the middle of the latter and I went behind it. Luckily it was far enough from the wall that I could climb up. And I did. I have to admit that I was proud of my skills that helped me solve things and survive.


    I kept my focus locked on the nineteen year old and paused when we were face to face. The only things separating us was the latter. I gripped the outsides of the cool metal and looked her straight in the eyes. "Follow me," I said lightly, climbing down one bar. "We will climb down together." I wanted to assure her that I was here for her. That I would help her get down. I clenched it when a gusty wind blew through before relaxing as it past.

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    Heaven needs another set of wings [/fancypost]
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    GETS HARDER EVERYDAY [/fancypost]


    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; height: 150px; width: 350px;overflow: auto; width: 350px; height: 140px; background: url(http://static3.grsites.com/archive/textures/ss/ss187.gif); font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #696969; padding: 13px; color: white; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px;][size=6pt]Mariposa felt herself stiffen when she looked into his eyes. "Thank you." she said, barely even audible. Her hand gripped one of the rungs as she slowly and carefully stepped down one. She tried not to look down too much, but it felt strange to keep looking at Augustus, so she kept her eyes on her hands as she lowered herself down.


    Her foot had slipped a few more times, but she quickly regained her footing and continued down. Once her feet touched the ground, she released her hands and sighed with relief. Never had she thought the ground was so beautiful. Good, solid ground under her feet. "I have never done that." she admitted. "I have never moved down a... a..." she furrowed her eyebrows as she tried to remember what a ladder was called. "That," she finally decided, her head motioning to the metal thing. Sandy and Nathan were now coming down after them.


    "She's already slowing us down. She had to be walked down the ladder like a toddler on steps," Nathan groaned to the ginger.


    "She's not from here, so maybe she hasn't seen that. And she nearly fell, I wouldn't want her to keep going if she was scared." Sandy told him.


    "Just another mouth to feed. Nothing useful." Nathan muttered. That made Posy feel strange, a sensation of hurt that she'd never felt before. Cruel words, calling her useless. She was always considered very important to the scientists, but this world was much different than her own.


    "I know medicine." she piped up. Sandy turned to her.


    "You have practice in medicine?" Sandy questioned with an eyebrow raised. Posy ran over the words in her head, making a connection and understanding.


    "I study in medicine, yes. Knowledge." she answered.


    "How much practice?" Nathan chimed in doubtfully.


    "I practice since eight years old. Surgical at twelve, on animals and..." she paused, thinking of what the test dummies were called. "Fake human. Like plastic, with simulation. Not actual people, big dolls." she tried to articulate her words best she could, but she almost felt guilty because Nathan was glaring as if she was stupid.


    "Wait, like certified practice? Professional?" Those were some cognates to Spanish words she knew, so after thinking them over she nodded. [/size][/fancypost]
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    [/fancypost][align=center]@ ARUKIN


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    [size=7pt]I silently followed down the ladder with her and saw relief on her face as she reached the ground. I watched her try to figure out how to say ladder in english but in the end she called it that. "Ladder," I said softly and watched Sandy and Nathan come down. I saw the hurt look in her eyes from the tall boy's sharp remark but said nothing. If she was going to be fully accepted by everyone she needed to have some backbone and she did. Medicine. That would be useful and listened on as she spoke.


    I knew right then and there was no ordinary child. She was highly advanced and had skills that an adult had. Interesting. Posy would be a great asset to our survive in this cruel world. I heard the distance rumbling of thunder and blinked. "You can discuss this while we find the mall. You're going to need clothes and food," I rumbled the looked at the young femme at the last part I said. I turned around and started to walk, lightly holding the sniper now.


    You never know when those flesh eating fiends will show up again. Every step was calm but cautious. I stopped when I reached the end of the building and peered down both streets. It appears clear. I edged forward slowly until I was all the way put. I looked around and spotted a few but they were far off. "Let's go," I murmured before walking forward quickly.

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    Heaven needs another set of wings [/fancypost]
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    GETS HARDER EVERYDAY [/fancypost]


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    "My... father." she lied. How else could she explain who she was and where she was from? They might not want her around if they knew the truth. "He was a man of sciences. Genetics engineering and experiments. He taught me much." she elaborated.


    "Your father was a scientist?" Nathan was kind of shocked. She nodded. "Is that why you were taken here? Because of your father?"


    "American people take me to get answers from my father." Mariposa told him. She left it at that, but Sandy obviously wasn't done drilling her for information.


    "Would you be able to understand what certain pills are by the bottle?" Sandy asked hopefully.


    "Yes. I know the names because of the root word. All science word is in Latin." Posy answered.


    "What about these?" Nathan tossed her a large bottle of green, oval pills. "We don't know what they do."


    Mariposa felt the bottle over in her hands, reading the label as they walked. "Killers of pain." she announced.


    "Pain killers?" Sandy took the bottle. "How do you know? They look strange."


    "Put to sleep drugs, too. For severe injury." The way she said severe was like "sever", causing Nathan to shoot her a strange look. Mariposa left the two walking behind her, catching up to Augustus and glancing at his gun.


    "How does work?" she asked him. "I have not shoot before. Does it hurt you?" All she thought about was the pressure of the chemical explosion inside the gun. She remembered reading about how it works when she was fifteen or sixteen, and it sounded like the recoil would cause bruising or pain.[/size][/fancypost]
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    [size=7pt]I silently listened to their conversation as we walked. I heard them throw questions at her and she threw them right back. Yep, she'll do fine in this group of ours. I blinked when I heard one of the three pairs of footsteps quicken and stopped until they were right next to me. Posy. I saw that she eyed my gun for a moment before looking at me. "First, you need to make sure that the safety lock is on when you're not going to use it just yet and take it off when you do." I sniffed.


    "Then you aim it at your target and pull the tigger. And from time to time it does hurt but I've practice with guns long enough and gotten use to their weight that it doesn't hurt anymore or as much. In addition to that it all depends on how powerful the gun is." I swung my gaze forward again. "I put a pistol in your bag so whenever we have time, I'll help you practice, ok?"


    If anyone were to be in my group they needed to learn how to shoot. Yes, using knives and machetes to kill a shredder is better but sometimes all you have is a gun. And you need to learn how to use it or die. I.m sure as hell that I'm not gping to let her go so easily. We needed her just incase something where to happen to someone...