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    Dear Journal,
    We've been stuck in this superstore for roughly two days now. It really hasn't been that bad, because it's stocked with food and supplies, I'm just not really comfortable with these other kids.
    Let me explain how it all went down:
    I guess a bunch of other teenagers had the same idea as me a few days ago and decided to try and break into the locked down superstore. I mean, it's a fully stocked store with all the supplies you can think of, who wouldn't try? Well one of the kids, I have no clue who, decided it would be a great idea to try and slam on the door to break in. It worked, but it attracted a freaking horde of zombies that took no time to surround us. We tried to fight them off for about an hour, but there were so many that we all ended up running into the superstore and locking it. For the past few days, zombies have been banging on the walls and doors trying to get in.
    None of the kids are really bad, as far as I can tell. Nobody has tried to kill anyone... yet. I just feel like there's no order, and if we don't start to set up rules and give everyone a role in our little group, then it'll all get out of hand.


    Jake looked up at the other kids from where he sat, leaning against one of the few walls that didn't sound like a zombie was trying to break in. Since the apocalypse started, he had tried to keep everything written down in an old journal of his. After a few hours stuck in the superstore, he had gone to the section labeled School Supplies and got a new journal and a pack of pencils and pens. With a long sigh, he stood up and shoved his journal into his worn hiking pack that he had carried around with him for the three years he had managed to survive. He didn't really feel the need to get a new one from the superstore; why get a new one when you like your old one better? Anyways, it didn't feel right to throw this one away. He had been through so much and the bag had basically been what kept him alive, holding all of his supplies.

    Vanja snarled under his breath, pacing isles at random intervals and muttering furiously. He hadn't wanted to even be here in the first place. After all hadn't Tobias seen Zombieland. Big crowded areas were bad. If he had their way they'd make their way to that rumored city through many, many back roads. His long lanky, skinny-jean, clad legs carried him up in large and anxious strides over the store. A few times he'd passed some kid hunched over a notebook scribbling something furiously as if it were a cure to keep the dead away.


    If he weren't so pissed at Tobias, who was wisely staying out of his way, Vanja would of been a little intrigued to know what was going on. To any other person it would of just looked like the tall and svelte Dane would just look restless. Not many would be able to sense the torrent of emotions that rolled under his skin, like invisible and dangerous currents in the ocean. Reaching up to adjust the grey beanie atop his head; hiding most of his shaggy, rich, dark brown hair, Vanja found himself passing the notebook kid again. The Dane paused slightly in his pacing's though frowned at the thought of having to talk to him. It wasn't that Vanja hated other people; it was more like he didn't trust them. On top of that the more friends and people he felt he had to protect was just another liability.


    Speaking liabilities... He hadn't seen Tobi since he'd managed to get them locked into this possible hole of hell. "Tobi?" His voice, loud enough to carry around the store; whilst being husky and rough from the neglect of using it could be heard; then a rustling noise. "Here." It was called with a little dread behind the words only mere aisles over. Following the noise of his friend's unusually small and abashed voice, Vanja found him wrapped in a few in a few coats, attempting to make some sort of bed. "What are you doing?" It was quietly spoken and to any observer it would appear Vanja's face was emotionless. Tobi knew however how irritated that Vanja was.


    He'd done messed up. Not only had he cajoled Vanja into going to that wonderfully enticing supermarket with actual lovely, scarce, prepackaged sweets, he'd attracted a whole damn horde to get in. And now they were stuck; and Vanja was ready to flip something. Probably Tobias' notably smaller body. Once Tobi had seen Vanja's "You're up to your ears in trouble." look he'd scattered to the far side of the store near the clothing to try to make some sort of bed for himself and the angry Dane. Every so often he'd pace by muttering and growling about the predicament he'd gotten them into. Tobi, usually happy-go-lucky and energetic had left Vanja alone, he'd need time to cool down.


    However he had just finished throwing down enough clothes so that the floor would be comfortable that Vanja sought him out. Which must mean he wasn't going to kill him quite yet. "Here." Tobi called back duituflly and moments later the man, about 6'2, paced over and cast the make-shift bedding a once over. To other's he may seem collected and apathetic, maybe even aloof, but Tobi could see the irritation and anxiety that rolled beneath his skin; subtly reflected in his ever-changing deep hazel orbs. "Made us a bed. It should do for now I figured we can let everyone else pick a bed and... Take what ever's left you know?"


    Tobias felt terrible for pounding on the door like that. He shouldn't of done it but when you're damn near starving with a cranky Vanja, it would drive anyone to insanity. "Look Vanja, I know it's my fault. And I'm sorry, really. It was stupid and I didn't think about it. So just... Go ahead and yell you'll feel better." There was a dejected look to Tobi, much like a kicked puppy as he spoke hanging his head slightly. Vanja instead of yelling gestured to the bed and murmured "Don't worry. Just keep doing whatever this is I'll go see if I can find us some blankets and pillows. Maybe sleeping bags." He made a few steps away from the darker skinned man before pausing; back stiffining.


    "I don't know if the others know it was you. Don't say anything about it ok? People are dangerous as zombies and we don't know them very well. I'm not going to try to bait them into attacking us and our escape options are limited." Tobi nodded with an abashed blush stinging his cheeks. "Ok." He agreed meekly, very much unlike himself, before going back to throwing down shirts to create a sort of padding for them. With a stoic face Tobi did his best to keep his mind off of the pounding that echoed on the windows but one thought plagued his mind. "How long will they stay here; and how long will those barriers last."

    Finnick sat on the roof of his old flat, his eyes gazing along his street. Every detail of every little thing going into his head. The lamposts and how they used to work. G2g, will continue this later XD.

    Amya browsed the isles and occasionally glanced at the boys who were stuck in here with her, even though nothing/no one interested her. She didn't quite know why she was smiling, but she was. She finally walked over to her dog, Callie, and sat down next to her. "When do you think they'll stop?" She mumbled to Callie. Callie's ears perked and she whined. Amya rubbed her dog's head and her smile faded slowly. Callie plopped her head down on Amya's lap and licked her hand. Amya stroked the dog's head and she smiled again. 'What if they never leave...' Her smile was wiped away by her imagination and she cleared her throat. Amya blinked the forming tears from her eyes and got up again. "Stay, okay." She ordered. Callie's tail thumped up and down on the hard floor and she whined again. "I'll only be a minute. Don't let any of these people take you" Amya whispered with a smile and ruffled Callie's fur up playfully. Then she stood back up and went to go look for something to make a bed with.

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    Jake walked aimlessly through the aisles, his mind too caught up in their situation to let him sleep. He had found one of those self-blow-up air mattresses and put it in a little corner of the store near the Mechanics aisles, but he had a serious doubt that he would be able to sleep. Right now is not the time to be insomniac. he thought distantly, running his thin fingers through his filthy hair. It was a nervous habit he had acquired in the third grade after having to present an essay to his school. He let out a soft laugh as he thought back to that time, so much simpler without a care in the world. He stopped in the medical aisle, looking for some Zquil. If his mind wouldn't let him sleep, perhaps some medicine would be best. He definitely needed to rest and be prepared for anything. His eyes landed on a bottle of pills, very different from what he was looking for, but it still caught his eye and made him pause for a moment. No. he thought sternly to himself. He was in a dangerous place, and it was definitely one of the worst times for one of his old habits try to come back. He quickly cleared his throat and grabbed the Zquil bottle that he had finally found, silently leaving the aisle.

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    Cassidy hummed quietly to herself as she browsed the outdoors area of the large store that she and a few other kids had been stuck in for far too long now. About two days ago she had decided she was in dire need of a Poptart or two, as well as some obvious survival essentials after she had run out of edible food at a house she had been staying in as short walk down the road. It had ended up she wasn't the only one targeting the shop, and a small group of people who looked around her age had been crowed around the locked doors of the establishment. The small girl had easily shouldered her way to the doors and had just bent down in an attempt to retrieve her lockpick, when suddenly the olive skinned boy with long dark hair slammed into the wide doors of the building. The feeling of relief as the doors swung open didn't last more that a brief second. The unmistakeable sound of those who should be dead could be heard loud and clear as a bell. The desperate fighting went on for what seemed like an hour. When it was apparent there was no chance at winning this outnumbered battle, she and the rest of the group scrambled though the doors. The once infuriating lock now held all of them in, but more importantly it held the Growlers out.


    Humming a bit louder the familiar tune of Jonny Cash's Ring of Fire filled the space around the girl. Standing on her toes for a quick moment Cas pulled down a rolled sleeping bag and threw it over her shoulder, holding it by the adjustment string. She walked slowly down the aisles looking for a spot to make herself her own little area in the large building. On her walk she she picked up a firm pillow covered in dust from the many years of the building being locked, blowing off the layer she decided it would be fine to sleep on; after all she had slept in way worst condition, so to her this was the royal treatment, that was of course apart from the fact of being locked in and surrounded by Growlers. She was just about to set down her sleeping bag when she spied the long row of snack foods, giving a small laugh she dropped her items and trotted over to a blue box of strawberry Poptarts. Cas quickly scarfed down two of the pastries before she threw the box down by her other things. After thinking a bit she decided she should probably go to meet some of the other kids trapped here, it would be a good idea to see what she was up against if push came to shove and the store became the newest arena for the Hunger Games. On a positive side there are strength in numbers, after all they could think of a way out sooner together. People can be risky though so she didn't feel to bad taking the precaution of making sure she had ammo for the 12 gauge strung across her back, her throwing knives in her pocket, and finally the trusty baseball bat with the nails sticking out awkwardly; then off she went to try and find someone.

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    Feeling rather vulnerable in this stupid store Vanja kept his grip on the strange sickle-shaped sword always at his hip as he wandered the isles. Since Tobi had gotten them into this situation the tall and apathetic appearing young man just kept to himself and out of the way of others. If they didn't interact, just stay away from the group of young adults, they'd be ok. Worriedly Vanja bit at his lip as he searched the store for pillows and blankets; hell even sleeping bags would be just fine at this point. His eyes, nearly devoid of emotion, quickly flickered around the shelves until he grasped a few pillows.


    Shouldering them Vanja began to make his way back to Tobias when he passed a girl with short brown hair. She'd right there when Tobias had attracted the horde but seeing as how she hadn't said anything to him or his smaller friend; Vanja chose to just mind his own business. On the way back he'd pause every so often quickly scanning rows upon rows of merchandise and wavered once he reached the snack isles. Licking his lips and a small, fleeting smile raced across his lips as the lanky man made his way down seeing what they had to offer. Finding some Zebra Cakes and a few other snacks Vanja placed the pillows on the ground, grabbed a box and just sat down. For the past two weeks he'd been surviving off of weird weeds that Tobi swore up and down were edible.


    Which they were, but they weren't very good. Usually bitter and leaving him unfulfilled Vanja had learned to bite his tongue about it; but this was like a small corner of heaven to him. Uncaring if anyone passed him Vanja tore open the first package the lights highlighting his skin and the many colorful, unique tattoos that littered nearly every open space of skin. The first bite was euphoria of the highest level for Vanja and at this point even the stoic man had a large grin on his face, seriously reducing the intimidation factor that he possessed. He sat there, slowly savoring the Zebra Cakes; momentarily forgetting that he could possibly die here whether it be by zombies or one of the unknown kids.


    As Tobias made a makeshift bed from shirts and other clothing that he found; he kept his head down and eyes towards the ground. Vanja was right, they had no idea what these kids were like and while he would of liked to go greet them; he had no idea how well they'd take it if they knew it was him. Tobias was pretty sure a few kids knew, but not everyone which he was thankful for. It was embarrassing enough that he had acted so rashly, but things could be worse. They could all be dead or locked in somewhere not nearly as useful. As he straightened up from layering the last of the shirts for the bed a soft groan was forced past his lips.


    His body, most notably his arms and back, were sore from the fighting they'd done when they had been surrounded. It might do Tobias well to go and find something to dull the pain with; like Aleve or Motrin. Brushing a wayward piece of blackish brown hair from his honey and whiskey colored eyes, Tobias quietly began walking towards where he thought the pain medicine would be. While he walked he didn't see Vanja, and figuring he'd gotten off to go get some food the olive skinned boy let it be. After ten minutes of searching near the back of the store he found the isle. Lesiurly strolling down it the man let out a surprised squeak as he nearly ran into another figure. Blushing furiously and trying to regain any sort of dignity he had at his point Tobias offered a hesitant smile.


    The other boy didn't seem so interested as he merely continued on his way back to whatever part of the store he had decided to settle down in. With that over with, though his heart was still fluttering madly in his chest from the scare, Tobi began rooting through the shelves for the pain medicine. Once he found it a relieved sigh escaped from his lips; and quickly opening the bottle of Motrin took four and pocketed it. While running from zombies Tobias had to rely on the knowledge he learned from Granny for healing; and while it worked it was primitive and a pain in the as*. It was nice to have prepackaged pain pills again at any rate.


    Deciding not linger alone, Tobi decided to scan the store for Vanja, the only really familiar face around here. It wasn't too long before he happened upon a dog and smiling broadly, he crouched near the thing holding out his hand. "Hello pretty, how'd you get in here? I suppose you belong to one of the other kids." His voice soft and gentle as he addressed the dog was hardly audible; as if he didn't want to frighten it. It didn't seem to have a food or water bowl; or food and water, if the dog was still without those things in a couple hours Tobi would get it himself. "Now where's your human?" He murmured as he absentmindedly scratched the dog's ears. He had always wanted a dog, but Granny had always reminded him they could barely feed and protect themselves never-mind a dog.

    Callie's tail started thumping again, she licked the man's hand and whined. The dog stood up and nudged his leg, still whining and wagging her tail. Amya searched the isles for sleeping bags and pillows. When she found what she was looking for, she did a little dance that she hoped no one saw. Straightening back up and pretending that nothing happened, Amya picked up a sleeping bag, some pillows, and a couple of blankets before walking over to the snack isle. She saw a man sitting next to the snacks; she lingered around the corner before putting her supplies down and taking a deep breath. Amya made sure that her gun was at the ready if things turned south. 'We've gotta make friends somehow...' She thought and turned the corner, smiling at the man eating the Zebra Cakes. Amya cleared her throat awkwardly and took a shaky breath. "H-hi... I'm Amya."

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    Vanja was so indulged in his coveted sweets he didn't hear the soft spoken girl approaching him. When her voice floated to him, soft and almost scared his eyes instantly took on that guarded and distant look as he glanced towards her. Licking his lips to clear off any crumbs that may be there the Dane quietly thought of how to react to her. It would be nice to have some friends, so if things went wrong there'd be more than Tobias as an ally. "Hi. I'm Vanja." It was clear he didn't talk much and slowly unfolding his legs from the crossed position they were in he stood to his full height of 6'1.


    His jeans were torn and a bit dirty from running and fighting while there was dried zombie gore on his shirt; making him look much more intimidating than he truly was. Walking slowly over to the smaller girl he held out the now half empty box of Zebra Cakes with a smile that never reached his eyes. It was as if he were going through the motions of being friendly. "Do you want some?" An eyebrow was raised ever so slightly as he tilted the opened end of the box towards her, a nearly unnoticeable and inquisitive light beneath that layer of practiced apathy. He knew that Tobi was probably looking for him, but the more people he befriended the better. Tobias could wait.


    His eyes flickered behind her, out of force of habit when Vanja saw she not only had pillows but sleeping bags. "Where'd you find the sleeping bags? Are there anymore?" His voice, soft and almost soothing, didn't seem to match his appearance. Those beautiful, deep, changeling eyes flickered to the sleeping bags before resting back upon Amya's face. It was a nice name; not one he'd heard before and she herself seemed nice enough. It didn't escape him however that she already had her gun out. He didn't think she'd shoot him as long as Vanja didn't give her reason to. "I'm not going to hurt you, don't worry." The words were abashed and rung with his rather thick accent giving them a strange ring.

    Tobias grinned as the dog nudged his leg and looking around frowned. "Well I bet you're hungry. Stay here I'll be back." He didn't want any of the kids to think he was stealing their pets; but there was a pet section that the dog could probably benefit from. Giving it one last ear scratch he set off with a new mission in mind; which he was rather glad for. A distraction, no matter how small from the pounding of the undead on the building was beginning to seriously freak him out. He didn't pass anyone this time as he found the pet section; dusty and untouched. Grabbing a few cans of wet food, he heard dogs always preferred that, a dog bowl, and bed the muscular man began to head back to the unnamed dog.


    He heard quiet chatter from one of the isles but didn't stop to listen to it. Once he reached the dog Tobi laid the bed down and poured the food into the bowl. "There you are pretty. A bed and food; you're doing better than some of us around here." His voice was amused and gentle as he settled down next to it. "Don't worry my friend's gotten off somewhere too. I might as well wait with you until someone comes." Petting the dog's soft coat of fur Tobias frowned his mind clearly troubled with the banging of the zombies outside. "These are the times I wish I had an iPod." While the dog obviously couldn't talk back, it was comforting for the olive skinned boy.

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    Finnicks gaze seemed to penetrate through the walls. In his head he could picture the sewers, and from the sewers the pipelines that lead to someones home, and then to the toilet. Even the simple mechanism that caused the tiolet to flush was in his head. Low latent inhibitation really sucks to have for some people. His parents would have called him a genius. He called himself someone on the edge of going nuts. He raied his blue eyes and saw the house at the end of the road, its door was still intact. Finnick alomst flew down the stairs as he made for the house, if the door was closed there could be food, food meant life. He stopped by the door and gazed through the keyhole. He saw all the little peices in his head, took out a peice of wie, shaped it a little then stuck it in. He began slowly turning the lock, and heard it open with a satisfying click. The door opened with a creak.

    Amya hesitantly took a Zebra Cake and smiled brightly, "Thanks and yes, there's more sleeping bags near the back of the store." She tried not to laugh at herself because she was so short compared to him. Amya put her gun back, indicating that she meant no harm as well. "You can have those ones if you want." She looked back at the sleeping bags she had left on the ground. "I'll just go get another one." Amya's gaze wandered until she looked back at Vanja. "So are you here by yourself?" She asked and smiled again.
    Callie licked her lips and ate from the bowl. She only ate about a quarter of what he put in there. Still wagging her tail, Callie rolled over onto her back and pawed at the man playfully.


    The short haired brunet leaned gingerly against the store shelves holding an array of nail polishes dulled by age, a lopsided grin spread across her face as she watched the same boy who had broken into the facility speak softly to the small dog in front of him. She chuckled quietly, seeing that while the more muscular boy could still be a threat, he seemed harmless at the moment. She walked not so cautiously up behind the boy, as she didn't want to seem threatening but still had her collection on knives in her right back pocket for easy access in case things went sour. She left a bit of room between them as a precaution if the olive skinned boy decided he wasn't too fond of others. "Ya know, talkin' to someone who can actually talk back might be a better way to spend your time.", Cas said with a chuckle, her southern drawl was prominent in her speech. She wondered for a moment why he had acted the way he did when they had all been locked out, he seemed so gentle, but then again she knew what desperation could do to a person. Her father had been desperate, and it caused him the lives of two sons. Quickly flicking the memory from her head, her crooked grin returned as she put out a hand. "The names Cassidy, but you can call me Cas.", she tried to sound as welcoming as possible toward the boy; she wasn't looking for a fight.

    Vanja blandly smiled as she put away the gun, his own hand ceased fluttering around his hip where the strangely shaped sword was sheathed. He listened as she explained the sleeping bags were towards the back of the store; a place he had not yet ventured. And perking up when she offered to let him have one of hers Vanja waved his hand. He wouldn't take from others; even if it was a sleeping bag. "I'll manage on my own, thank you anyway." His voice was polite as he cast his eyes away from her towards the Zebra Cakes, he should probably save one for Tobias, but then again the lazier boy could always come and get his own box.


    "Yeah, I came here with a boy named Tobias; he's a couple years younger than me... Kind of immature but the only person I have left." There was a hollowness to his voice and Vanja's jaw twitched at some unspoken memories. "How about you? Are you traveling on your own?" Genuine notes of concern could be heard in his voice as he surveyed the much smaller girl and silently decided she must either be very resourful, or very fearsome to survive thus far on her. Either way he didn't want to get into a scrape with her, "I wouldn't mind company." He said plainly and began heading towards the back of the store; Zebra Cakes still clutched in his beautifully inked hands.


    He threw a glance over his shoulder to make sure she was following him, and distantly it occurred to him that Amya reminded him of a girl he knew before all this shi* had gone down. She'd been his next door neighbor in Denmark, a quiet girl that used to get pushed around a lot by the neighborhood boys; and it had always irked him. Over the years the girl and Vanja had grown close, Vanja protecting her from the anyone stupid enough to mess with her; and she'd go about her business. However when they hit seventh grade and girls weren't gross anymore she didn't really need him to protect her from those boys; at least not from their insults.


    Distantly he wondered what had happened to that blonde haired girl; if she survived or if she was dead. A weight settled at the bottom of his stomach that could only be described as a vast loneliness as he realized that probably most people he knew was dead. In fact, as sad as it was, this was the most people he'd seen in a long time. Live people that was. "Don't suppose you know where to get blankets either?" He sent her a tepid smile, more warm than he'd previously been. Vanja decided that it was the whim and longing of nostalgia that had him speaking a little more warmly, a little more freely with Amya.


    Tobias was play-fighting with the dog and laughing as it playfully growled and squirmed when a new voice reached him. Looking up in a manner that spoke to how friendly he normally was a small and inviting smile stretched across his lips. "Sometimes the ones that can't talk back are the ones that listen best. As far as advice goes...." He paused and trailed off letting that bright, ringing laugh escape from his throat. His eyes, gentle, and layered with many different colors of brown took in Cassidy's appearance and getting to his feet stretched some soreness from his back; that friendly, happy-go-lucky smile never once leaving his expression.


    Her Southern accent was a little amusing to the Boston born, Boston bred, boy. "Cas... Nice name. I'm Tobias. You can just call me Tobi if you want. Vanja does anyway." While he wasn't armed he knew that it didn't mean that she wasn't and didn't want to piss her off. "So what were you doing around here? Are you on your own?" It was concern that drove him to ask, and looking down as the dog nudged his legs again grinned and leaned down stroking it's back seemingly very happy with his new found friend. "I was gonna go find her another bowl and some water, feel like a walk?" It was an offer to get to know her a little better, to befriend someone and perhaps that could be a distraction enough to minimize the severity of the situation they were in.

    Amya followed Vanja; leaving her supplies behind. 'Nobody's gonna steal it. I'll be back quickly.' She caught up to the inked man and nodded quickly "Yeah, there's blankets there, too." Amya was about to answer the first question when her gaze fluttered to the floor as she remembered her family and the night sh*t hit the fan. Amya stared at the floor for a few seconds before answering. "Yeah, well, no. I have a dog named Callie; she just about my only friend." Her voice trembled slightly when she said her dog's name. Amya thought of her little sister and she teared up a bit.
    Blinking the tears away, Amya looked back up at Vanja. "So are you and Tobi, like, together? Or just together?" She smiled and wondered if this would offend him in any way. 'Maybe I shouldn't of asked that...'
    Callie followed Tobias, still wagging her tail [Honestly, that thing never stops wagging...]. She whined every now and then, but turned her attention to the strange, unknown lady. Callie sniffed her leg and tilted her head very slightly. She trotted along with the two humans and tried to find out what direction Amya was located at. When she did, Callie turned her attention back to Tobi and Cas.

    Vanja nodded as he listened to Amya explain her situation and that she was indeed alone; though amended it to include the company of her dog. "I like dogs. Tobi's always wanted one but we can't really afford it right now." He paused and stilled as she inquired if they were a couple and an honest smile lit up his features. It was undeniably beautiful; highlighting every feature on his face, and snorting softly covered his mouth with a long and slender hand. "Tobias and I? Nej. Not my type, and he doesn't swing that way. Well from what I know at any rate."


    It was a gentle explanation that touched on his own sexuality; as he didn't deny that he swung that way. He just... He was attracted to who he was attracted to regardless of gender. "Anyway..." He murmured a small and still distantly amused simper etched onto his pale lips. "He found me. My family had just been slaughtered by a horde; my dad gave me this-" He gestured to the strange sword that adorned his hip, "and told me to run. I'm a coward, I should of stayed but I didn't. I ran and ran until my legs gave out; and then some." His voice darkened a little and the pain that he usually kept so well hidden came rushing back into his features.


    "Tobais found me dehydrated and near starvation. He took me in, just lost someone a few months before finding me. Nursed me back to health..." His voice was quiet and dark with notes of vulnerability. From underneath his grey beanie his shaggy, wavy, rich brown hair nearly obscured those changeling orbs of color and with a shaky breath he sighed. "He kept me around even though I was pretty insufferable. I mean I'm not even from here. I was only vacationing in America when this happened. He reminded me of my little brother and we just ended up sort of staying together for awhile. We were on our way to this rumored safe-city when this happened." Waving his hand in an almost dismissive manner Vanja once again adapted his perfected airs of apathy and disinterest.


    By this point they had reached the isle where there must be more blankets and sleeping bags. There was plenty and turning to Amya smiled, clearly becoming more relaxed around her. "I don't know when the last time I saw this many blankets and pillows was." It was a white lie, it was when he'd first come to America; when they'd checked into the hotel they were all staying at. However that was too painful to think about so he purged those thoughts of family from his mind. "Do you need anymore? Tobias and I can help you set up if you want." It was a rare glimpse into his more protective side as he casually picked out the more fluffy and warm looking blankets and sleeping bags; setting his beloved box of Zebra Cakes on the floor.


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    Tobias was play-fighting with the dog and laughing as it playfully growled and squirmed when a new voice reached him. Looking up in a manner that spoke to how friendly he normally was a small and inviting smile stretched across his lips. "Sometimes the ones that can't talk back are the ones that listen best. As far as advice goes...." He paused and trailed off letting that bright, ringing laugh escape from his throat. His eyes, gentle, and layered with many different colors of brown took in Cassidy's appearance and getting to his feet stretched some soreness from his back; that friendly, happy-go-lucky smile never once leaving his expression.


    Her Southern accent was a little amusing to the Boston born, Boston bred, boy. "Cas... Nice name. I'm Tobias. You can just call me Tobi if you want. Vanja does anyway." While he wasn't armed he knew that it didn't mean that she wasn't and didn't want to piss her off. "So what were you doing around here? Are you on your own?" It was concern that drove him to ask, and looking down as the dog nudged his legs again grinned and leaned down stroking it's back seemingly very happy with his new found friend. "I was gonna go find her another bowl and some water, feel like a walk?" It was an offer to get to know her a little better, to befriend someone and perhaps that could be a distraction enough to minimize the severity of the situation they were in.

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    Cas had to look up a bit at the taller boy, even with the extra inch or two from her worn steel toed boots he was still taller, but this didn't intimidate her as she knew she could hold her own if he got hostile. The slightly older boy didn't seem like the type to be aggressive at all really, that smile seemed glued to his face. "Well Tobi it's good to meet a friendly face around here." She noticed that he didn't have a weapon on him when he stood to greet her, which almost surprised her. She had never met someone who didn't carry something to use in their defense, epically those who came from the city; they were almost always in a hurry to steal some supplies, and throw a few punches.


    "I've actually been alone for the past 6 months I think it was. Couple people couldn't wait to get them some more supplies, so they took everythin', including my remainin' family.", Cas said with a bitter smile, she hadn't meant to have a moment of monologue but he had asked if she was alone; might as well answer honestly. She threw her brothers old bat on her shoulder, as she spoke again. "I know you ain't alone though, you got Va.. Vin... Vincha?", struggling to pronounce the boys name she just continued, "Ah screw it, your with that tall guy with the tattoos right?", she just chuckled and started walking to find the pet area. "I don't have a single clue where we're goin' in this building, but on our way to find somethin' for the pup maybe we'll find others, or that Vincha boyfriend of yours. Y'all are together aren't ya?", Cas didn't intend to be rude, but she kinda figured that might have been. She smiled down at the small down as it sniffed her briefly before looking back up at Tobias.

    Tobias grinned at this girl's seemingly outgoing personality. It matched his well and he figured that she was alright to have around. "I must admit, when we first got here I was kind of intimidated. A lot of people you know? Haven't really been around so many since the outbreak." His r's were marred with that infamous Boston accent as the two walked, the puppy following them forever wagging her tail. He paused as she explained that she had been on her own for the past six months. Not only had she been on her own Cas went onto explain; she'd been mugged and her remaining family was deceased.


    Swallowing softly he cast his multicolored brown eyes in her direction and gave a sympathetic smile. "I know what you mean. When this broke out I was with this older lady, she took really good care of me; like a grandmother. She passed away once we hit a safe spot. Irony or something I suppose." His voice had drained of it's normal energy and friendliness. However at Cas' next words he perked back up and grin etched across his face as the girl tried to pronounce his name. She must of heard it when he'd been shouting for his backup when they'd been surrounded by the Horde. While he was great with a bow, Tobi had run out of arrows and had been the first pushed into the safety of the building by Vanja; while he himself acted as a physical barrier between Tobias and the undead.


    It was just the way that he was wired Tobias mused; selfless and protective. As they walked and she mentioned they'd possibly run into him Tobias could understand why she asked if they were together. It was a reasonable conclusion; though it was a little embarrassing for him. When they first met Vanja had been somewhat of a flirt, but as they got to know each other more it became more of a sibling type relation. Realizing that she was probably waiting for an answer Tobias chuckled, a burning blush broke out across his cheeks and Tobias shook his head. "Oh no. Vanja and I aren't together." It wasn't like he hadn't thought about it when he first found him; but these days he held nothing more than a brotherly affection for the inked man.


    "Yeah Vanja... He's a little reserved just so if we run into him you don't think he's being rude." His emarassment obviously faded as he led her to the pet section and grabbed another bowl. "I think the bottled water was up towards the front." He mused keeping his eye out for Vanja; surely he couldn't of left the store and being pretty much 6'2 there wasn't many places for him to hide. However as he began to walk towards the front with Cas he caught a glimpse of a familiar grey beanie. "Oh! There he is. C'mon may as well meet the bear." It was spoken with a bit of grin as the muscular, olive skinned boy sauntered over to the Dane.


    "Vanja, hey this is-" He paused, faltering at the sight of a woman next Vanja as he pillaged the shelves of pillows and sleeping bags; enough for a small army. Taking a moment to come up with words he continued with a simple "Wow you're socializing with another human being. I'm Tobias nice to meet you; surprised Vanja hasn't chewed you up yet. He's not always the most friendly." Tobias began to rambled his eyes falling on the svelte brunette his tattooed friend was chatting with. "Oh right this is Cas. And this is my new best friend." He motioned to the dog and playfully crouched down to ruffle it's fur before straightening back up. "I don't know where her owner is so I'm getting her some food, water, and bedding."


    Vanja was just pulling out as many blankets and sleeping bags as he could when he heard Tobias chatting; then pointing him out. Hoping the younger man wasn't in trouble Vanja straightened quickly his facial expression taking a hardened edge. Should there be any brawl he'd be damn sure to stop it. However he relaxed as the smaller, yet more muscular, man bounded over not only with a puppy in tow but a girl. "Tobias where... Where did you find a dog?" He sighed, not even glancing at the small girl however Tobi ignored him.


    "Vanja, hey this is- wow you're socializing with another human being. I'm Tobias nice to meet you; surprised Vanja hasn't chewed you up yet. He's not always the most friendly." Rolling his eyes at being ignored Vanja simply tilted his head waiting for Tobias to explain who this girl was. Remembering that he hadn't in fact introduced her he launched into a hurried explanation of what they were doing. Glancing at Amya and remembering that she had a dog he gestured to the small creature who'd taken some sort of shining to Tobias. "Is that Callie?" He hadn't really gotten a good glimpse at the other kids; but who else would have a pet. Though to be honest he was more of a cat person.

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    Cas's honey colored eyes were fully focused on Tobi's more complexed colored ones as he told the story of his past experiences since the Growler had taken over the country. It was always a bit upsetting to hear of older people passing for some reason. She liked to think it was because they have managed to live so long, only to fall while the whole world was in ruin. "Well at least y'all were in a safe house, she coulda gone out the hard way. The elderly don't deserve that kinda way ya know? She went the best possible way." , Cas let a crooked smile stretch across her face,"But hell I still plan to go out swingin' and takin' a few Growlers with me."


    When Tobias spotted the man with the name she couldn't pronounce, she saw tall as an understatement. Trotting up behind the friendly boy, she came to a stop beside him; facing both a girl with dark brown hair, and the 'bear' as Tobi had called him. She could already see that wasn't exactly a happy camper, which only made the relationship between Tobi and him all that much better; she had always heard opposites attract anyways. They must balance each other out personality wise, kinda like that ting and yang Chinese thingamajig.


    "I'm Cas, as Tobi said. I haven't had the please of meetin' either of ya, but it's nice to." She smiled at the girl who's name she's didn't know before turning to look up at Vanja's almost annoyed expression probably from being ignored by Tobi. "You must be Van.. Vin.. Vana.. Vincha?", she struggled with his name yet again, before settling with one she knew probably wasn't right. Her souther drawl didn't sound quite so odd as usual against the mixture of accents in the room.

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    Finnick stepped inside the hallway, there was a flickering light from the inside of one of the rooms. He opened the door that led to it and glanced to the side. A boy lay dead on the floor, his insides ripped out and half eaten. Finnick would normally have throw up, but sitting on a roof staring at the building in front of him for days doesnt leave much food in you to release. He closed the door slowly, his hands goimg through his pitch balck hair as they always did when he was nervous. He may have lost his parents and brothers, but surely they hadn't faced the same fate this boy had, whatever had killed him. He warily drew his two customized swords and took a lower stance. Then began creeping forwards, it may have looked stupid to someone for a distance, but for people at close range, it would be the last thing they would see, but then came the next problem. He didn't want to kill anyone. If there was a guy there, sure he might swing his swords if he/she was aggressive, but what ifthey were unarmed? What would he do then, let them go and risk them finding a weapon, or slay them where they stood? He didn't like his options much, and as he walked pictures started flashing through his mind of things around the place that made up the building he walked in.

    Amya turned around and smiled. "I'm Amya, and yes. That's Callie." Amya paused, yet again, at the sound of her dog's name. She knelt down and patted Callie's head, which was trying to nudge Amya in the leg. Then the dog turned her attention to the tall tattooed man. She sniffed him for a second before pawing at his leg playfully. "Thanks for that by the way." Amya looked up at Tobias and smiled. "I was going to get her food, but I got a bit side-tracked." She stood back up and grabbed a couple of pillows and blankets. "So what were you guys doing? Callie didn't cause you any trouble, right?"