(Y/N) your name
(L/N) last name
(h/c) hair colour
(e/c) eye colour

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Normal POV

The moon sank, hiding till it's the time to come up again, leaving the bright sun to finally rise again, making its surroundings warm and cozy again.
The bright yellow beams shone upon the town, slowly melting the ice on top of the empty streets.
Letting its beams shine through the windows of the little bakery, the scratches on the door turning more visible.
There were deep scratch marks all scattered across the oak wooden door, blood stains visible on the handle, droplets of blood splattered on the door itself, dried into a red-brown colour.

Slowly stirring awake, she rollen onto her side, forgetting the past events and where she was staying the night.
In process she fell rapidly down, hitting her head on the hard pavement beneath her.
Groaning loudly, she held her head, feeling it painfully pound against her skull, letting her head hit the floor again.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she tried to relax, rubbin circles on her head with her hand.

As the pain slowly vanished, the (h/c) female slowly got up from the floor, her eyes adjusting to the brightness the sun gave with its beams.
Rubbing her eyes, she let out a deep yawn, as she stretched her spine, hearing it pop painfully.
"This was a dumb idea", (Y/N) grumbled, feeling slight discomfort at her braced spine.
Stomach grumbling hungryly, she trotted over to her bag.

Zipping it open, she took out a candybar that she stole yesterday from the shop. Ripping the package open, she devoured the deliscious bar made out of grain, sugar and chocolate in less than three big bites.
Throwing the now empty wrapper onto the floor, she decided that it was time to return to her safe little home.

Closing her bag, she slunged its thin straps over both of her shoulders.
Wandering towards the locked door, she felt an uneasy feeling wash over her mind.
Stepping closer, she put a hand to her nose and mouth, gagging at the horrible scent.
The scent of the dead, slowly rotting away, stinking when its host is exposed to the hot sun.
Feeling anxiety rush over her, she felt sick, having the urge to throw up infront of her.

Not seeing any way the (h/c) female could leave this place except the main door, where she was currently standing.
Taking a deep breath, she picked up her pocket knife, switching the blade so it was exposed.
Trembling hand hovering over the handle, multiple thoughts ran through her mind, making her all around more nervous.
Slowly pressing against the handle, it screeched loudly, as the door opened and something that leaned against it fell onto the wooden planks.

Eyes widening rapidly at the sound, she stopped immediately in her tracks, not daring to move an inch.
Her inner instinct told her to flee, but she couldn't move, her limbs seemingly frozen in place.
After a minute of deep ragged breaths, she finally calmed her nerves, having a clearer mind now.
Hesitating before opening the door, she shook her head, opening it slowly.

Gasping loudly, she fast covered her open mouth with her left hand, noticeable trembling violently.
Leaning against the wooden floor was a blonde female, part of her hair, pink tracksuit and hands covered in blood, dripping down onto the floor.
Letting her gaze shift over, the terrefied (h/c) female saw light ragged breathing as her chest rose everytime breathing in a new amount of oxygen.

Taking a step further to the human laying before her eyes, she stretched out her right leg, nudging the bidy slowly, waiting patiently for any kind of reaction towards her.
After some other tries, the now curious female moved her leg away, crouching in front of the bloody body.
'Something is off..', the female thought in her mind, but realization hit her like a prick right after,'..wait a second...is that..'

Gripping the body's left shoulder, she rolled her onto her back, finally being able to see the badly injured face of the blonde female she once encountered before.
'Oh sh*t, it's Scarlett..', (Y/N) repeated in her head over and over again.
In a rush, panic washed over the poor female, as she gripped Scarlett's shoulders, trying to snap her out of unconsciousness.
Beginning to violently hyperventilate at the scene infront of (Y/N), she leaned against the wall.
Burrying her head in her knees, she gripped her head in frustration, in thr process ripping out some of her (h/c) locks.

Not knowing what she could do in this very moment, she tried to hold onto her vanishing sanity.
Concentrating on controlling her ragged breathing, she exhaled deeply, opening her teary, tired (e/c) eyes, gazing at the unconscious blonde infront of her sitting self.
Leaning against the dirty white wall, she got up, crouching down infront of Scarlett.

Batteling in her mind if it would be already to late to safe her if she was already bitten, being infected by the deadly virus, she shook her head.
"Lets see if she's bitten somewhere (Y/N)", she whispered to herself out loud, while taking off the blonde's dirty jacket, that looks like it has been thrown into a shredder.
Taking a closer look, she didn't saw any kind of trace of bites, only deep scratches, that were scattered all over her upper body, soaking her white shirt with her own blood.
Having controlled for bite marks, she made the decision to bring her back where she stayed at the moment.
Remembering their conversation, she would have to go to her old highschool, filled with all these bad memories.
Not giving a care about her own issues, she focused on waking Scarlett up.
Who knows how long she's been out here freezing herself off, unconscious to boot.
Someone different would have freezed to death in under ten minutes.

Putting her hand over the blondes face, she slapped it slightly, hoping it would snap her out if it.
As no reaction was seen by the (h/c) teen, she sighed frustrated.
Tapping her foot continuesly on the wooden planks, she got an idea that was worth trying.
Walking over to her bag, she zipped it open, grabbing her water bottle that she brang with her.
Making her way over to the unconsciousnes Scarlett, she crouched behind her head, as she opened the lid.
Positioning the bottle a few inches upon her face, she poured a good amount of the wet liquid onto her entire face, waiting for a reaction.

Suddenly, Scarlett shot up, her red eyes widen with shock, gasping desperatly for oxygen, coughing out water violently a few times.
Turning her head a few times, she looked around, panic filled in her eyes, slowly filling with salty tears daring to escape her eyes.
Not wanting to sit here any longer, (Y/N) coughed awkwardly, trying to get her attention before she's going to get more terrefied.
Turning swiftly around, her face a mix of confusion, fear, but also a hint of relief.

"Y-you saved...m-me?", she stuttered, shocked that it was the (h/c) female that saved her, despite treating her like trash at their first encounter.
Making direct eye contact, (Y/N) just nodded, not wanting to say anything at the moment.
Scarlett let her gaze wander towards her injuried arms, touching one really deep cut that still gushed out blood, whincing at the burning feeling, retaching her hand.
"Don't do that, it will get infected more easily", the female mumbled, not really wanting to make her angry in a situation like this.
Nodding, the blonde pinched her eyes shut, the pain of her burning injuries increasing rapidly.

Standing up, (Y/N) stretched out her right hand, motioning her to take it.
Moving her bloody, lacquered hand towards (Y/N) outstretched one, Scarlett gripped it hard, trying to get up from her sitting position.
The (h/c) female tried her best to pull the other females weight up, but as she finally succeded, the red eyed girl yelped, falling right on her butt.
Gripping her right ankle, she hissed angry and very frustrated:" It hurts too much, I can't stand up!"

Scarlett was a difficult person to deal with, this much knowledge had the introverted female about humans.
She was sassy, always found something to make a drama out of it, treated some people like dirt, and couldn't really stand to be depended on someone, no matter how nice the person seemed.
She liked to let others do her work, but if neccesary she would somehow complete the task given to her, not after complaining about it a hundred of times.

Her past wasn't all to bad either.
Being popular all the way through elementary school, middle school and at last high school, never made her social life suffer.
In the opposite.
Having enough friends to replace one after only one day was hard to imagen, but it was the true reality for her.
She wasn't the best student, didn't have the most perfect grades, but she honestly didn't care about it as much as popularity.
At home she was spoiled, her mother being a fashion designer for the most popular brand in the country and her dad, being a successful bussiness man in a large company.

The blonde female was spoiled, as she got everything she wanted, not having to do anything in return.
(Y/N) recalled her previous behaviour, and the fact that she could be affected somehow made her somehow very suspicious.
Slowly, the (h/c) female took a step towards the badly injured Scarlett, squatting down and nearly bumping her nose with hers.
Letting her intense gaze burn into the seemingly bloodshot eyes, she opened her mouth, coldly speaking:" Let's make a deal, shall we?"

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●Matthi