After I wake up and put my knife in it's sheath, I put my bag on my shoulder and head downstairs. I go through the window as I feel a gaze on me but I shrug it off. 

Dmn, I think as I walk through the weeds and head to Snow's place. Why does she have to live on the other side of town? I think as I hide in the shadows, guards talking and making their patrols.

After they pass, I hurry behind them and turn. I climb into an old building as the floors dip and groan as I grit my teeth. I step lightly as I head to the backyard, hearing a low moan upstairs.

I stop before I hurry to the door, it squeaking as I grit my teeth before slipping through it. No way a rouge could have been made. I think as the tall grass hides me.

I keep walking as I hear shuffling next to me and I stop, my hand on the handle of my knife (yep, knive). The shuffling turns to go around me as I look around, sht sht sht. I think before I see a black figure then the shuffling stops.

I blink rapidly before I turn on my heel, sprinting the rest of the way as I see Snow waiting for me; rifle in hand as she leans against her house. I hurry to her and take her hand.

"Hey now-"

"Someone is here, come on," I say quickly, pulling her inside the house as she raises an eyebrow but let's me until I shut and lock the seven locks on the door and lean on it.

"Someone was there? You sure?"

"Yes, I saw a black figure, rouges surrounded me," I say as I look at her. She tilts her head, "You sure it was a black figure? Maybe you were just scared,"

"No, I saw it then I turns and made it here," I say as I push off the door. Snow sighs as the scar across her eye and to her chin goes longer, her half-shaved head even nappier.

"The houses are picked clean, I only found one can of peaches yesterday," I say as I walk to the used-to-be livingroom but is now covered with blankets and weapons.

"Dmn, so that means we gotta go out further," she growls and runs a hand through her hair.

"It's the Black Zone? No, I won't do it," I say shaking my head as I look at her. She scowls, "it's the only place that hasn't been touched,"

"Because of the rouges. The Lord doesn't even go there," I say, making her scowl deeper. 

"So you'd rather starve?"

"I'd rather be alive," I state, sitting at one of the blankets as she leans against the doorframe; her arm perfectly going it like it's part of the doorframe itself.

"And what about guards?"

"Higher than ever, since The Lord found someone stealing from one of the food carts they've been more brutual." I say, sighing as I shake my head. She growls and runs a hand over her face.

"We do.....have one thing....but it's dangerous," she says as she looks at me. I raise an eyebrow, "What?"

"We break into that big house on the hill," she says as my eyes widen.

"What? That place is crawling."

"Hence, dangerous but no one touches it," she says as she put on her trench coat that's tattered at the bottom.

"And I guess no guards," I grumble, propping a knee up as I put my elbow on it, my hand spread as I look at the black swirls on my arm.

"Nope, now, we need to get you better clothes. People and even vamps will ask what that is," she says, heading into the small room right by the living room.

I grunt and look down at my black jeans and white shirt with my vest and knife.

"What's wrong wit-"

"It's shtty, you need to look cool and plus winter will be here in a few months," she says, coming back with folded clothes and drop them on my lap and I grunt.

"Change, I can get you your sword," she says as she heads up the stairs, them creeking under her. I grumble before I change into a worn black shirt and ripped black jeans with a leather jacket.

I look at them then roll my eyes, yes, thank you. She comes back down with my sword wrapped in cloth and I take it before putting it on my back, "Thanks," I say as she nods and looks at me.

"Lemme get my rifles in order then we can go," she says as she starts popping the floorboards up with a crowbar until we hear a bang on the front door; making us both freeze until she reaches over and dims the light.

"Snow," I whisper as she shakes her head before we hear what sounds to be a grown man screaming before hearing a thump. We stay still until she stands and looks through the windows that are boarded up.

She blinks before her eyebrows knit together and she turns and looks at me, "No one is outside,"

"Then what the hell was that?" I question. She purses her lips and looks back out the window, "I have no fckin' clue."