Obie was annoyed.

Currently, she was out on a food hunt with B in her backpack. She'd been hopping over fences to try to get over to Ms. Tereasa's house. Of course, to add more conflict into her life, a couple of trees toppled over the last fence she had to go through. 

"When did this happen?" She asked herself. A couple weeks ago this catastrophe did not exist. It was perfectly situated as it always had been. "Probably from that storm two weeks ago."

Obie had to hide in the basement of the W hotel in Manhattan for days till the storm stopped destroying the city. The one good thing about the horrible weather was it was difficult for the vampires to hunt. Yet, the lack of sunlight and cloudy skies gave the infected an opportunity to roam around during the day.

"I guess we gotta go around, Burrito."

Burrito's wet nose brushed the side of her neck.

She frowned.

That was the option she was avoiding. Obie didn't like entering an empty space without the fear of bandits jumping her in the street or following her home.

One day...she hated reminiscing it...Obie was sitting on her porch after finding a little childhood toy. The toy was her favorite gift from her father. It was a mini Jack Jack toy from the Incredibles that you can attach to your bookbag. She lost the toy a long time ago when her neighbor's daughters beat her with their baseball bats in the middle of the street for staring.

Anyways, Obie was sitting on the porch and caressed the toy while suppressing the horrible memories connected to it. Then, she thought she heard a baby's cry across the street. Stupidly, she tracked the sound, because it wasn't uncommon for people to abandon their babies. Unfortunately, Obie ended up on her back with a bunch of cannibals clawing at her.

Obie barely got out of it alive. 

For once, the night was her friend, because vampires attacked before they stabbed into Obie's skin.

She shivered.

Or maybe she didn't have to go around.

"Or under." Obie noticed the fence was not completely crushed. As she crouched down, part of the fence was not affected. Behind the little space of the gate was another little open space she can go through. She can cut the fence, go through the little space and go towards the other side with the possibility that some trees will squash her like a fly.

She sat on the ground and swung her bag to the front. Burrito was being lazy, refusing to move out the way when Obie tried to search for the clippers.

"C'mon, B." She mumbled.

Aha.

Obie got these from the tool box in her dad's closet. He used it once to cut down the fence one day in the backyard to get Burrito out. Her chunky ass tried to get through to the garden for the fruits and got stuck.

As Obie began clipping, for some reason her vision was blurring and hands were heating up. She blinked a couple times. It was almost like she was staring into the sun for too long and pressed her hands against heated concrete till her palms burned.

"Not again." She prayed the nausea and weird symptoms disappear.

Obie bit through the strange feelings and finally created a hole she could fit in. She settled Burrito on the side, keeping a close eye to make sure she doesn't scramble off somewhere. Though, B stays put unless danger chases her away, but she doesn't distance herself from Obie too far.

She laid on her stomach and began to crawl under.

Burrito decided to crawl on top of her back.

"Really, B?"

"Hey!" a stranger's voice unexpectedly yelled.

Obie automatically pulled out of the hole. The abruptness caused B to crawl down as Obie rolled over, grabbed the knife out of her pocket and found the voice.

"Woah! Woah!" It was a guy.

The man was wearing a total military fit; dark green camouflage top and bottom with a torn white T underneath. He was muscularly fit with clear tan skin and little bit of a black fuzz growing out of his head.

He was leaning against the wall of a garage at least 10 feet away from her. Not in a smooth, macho position either. There was a wound bleeding out through his white T that leaked down heavily through his green cargos. His hand gripped onto his injured side, while the other side of his body leaned on the wall for support.

Narrowing her eyes down, Obie established him as a threat. After battling out with a vampire and a group of insane people, she was paranoid in the most defensive way.

The stranger tried to raise his hands in surrender, but he ended up crouching down in pain. "I didn't mean to scare you."

Obie slowly reached into her bag and pulled out a painted water gun with the knife still in her hand. She held onto Burrito tightly. Fake or not, the water gun looked like semi-automatic pistol, ready to scare the shit out of folks. "Walk away or I'll shoot you."

The stranger's eyes widened. "Let's calm down here."

"I'm not repeating myself. Go. Now. Quickly"

"Hold up. I'll go. Obviously you can see I just can't run." He referred to his injury.

"Forrest Gump had fucked up legs, but ran like a damn track star." She stood up, holding the gun in his direction. "So dip."

He frowned, beginning to stand up on his own. "Forrest Gump had a crooked spine, but had to wear leg braces. Nothing was wrong with his limbs."

"Good for you. You paid attention." Obie nodded her head, indicating for him to go. "Now keep limping on."

Military man glared at Obie. "Your welcome."

As he struggled to turn away, Obie couldn't help it. "For what, exactly? Interrupting my day so you can say hello,"

"No! To warn you!" He got a little too over excited, because he ended up leaning over in pain.

"About what? I know what I was doing."

"If I show you, you'll lower your weapon?"

"No." She shrugged. "I may not shoot you. That's the deal."

"Fine." He scoffed, attempting to lift himself again and falling over to the ground. "Listen, I'm in pretty bad shape. Why don't I tell you what to do and you'll see?"

"Oh, you'll tell me what to do?! That's convenient."

"I won't do anything slick." He breathed out, forcibly.

"Oh you won't? Maaan I sure do believe you, sir. Because after you dragged your ass from wherever the fuck you came from and minded my damn business, I can totally trust you." She said sarcastically.

The guy looked at her in disbelief. "Your parents ever tell you that you got a smart mouth."

"In another life."

He was about to respond. She wasn't sure what made him pause. The pain from his injury or hesitation of his original response. The disbelief slowly faded into an impression of pity that wasn't meant for just her. "Yeah, another life. I hear you on that."

"You hear me on that, but acting like you're deaf when I tell you to leave or I'll shoot you,"

"Oh no. I definitely heard you."

"Actions speak louder than words,"

He glared.

Military man decided to show out after all. He scoped the area, looking for something intently. With one hand and two dragging legs, he crawled to the discombobulated fence. He reached, then used the garbage can as a cane to lift his body. Once he was kind of standing, his hand grabbed onto a silver razor scooter. The device was meant for a ten year old with its three foot height, three wheels and skinny base where you put your foot on.

He lifted the scooter by its neck as he cringed. Taking a few hard steps back, Solider Boy threw the metal toy over to the superior tree that laid on top of the one on the bottom.

They both watched as the scooter collapsed on top of the tree and laid there.

Obie raised her eyebrow towards him after a few moments of waiting.

"That wasn't supposed to happen."

He was lucky she gave him the benefit of the doubt. Though, his luck had ran out because she was done playing his games.

"Thanks for the show and tell. Now if you may excuse yourself-"

Obie jumped back when the trees suddenly collapsed fully to the ground. The hole she planned to pass through was crushed into a firm line of no entry. There was no way in and if she actually went through, Obie wouldn't have got out. She guessed that was his point. The simple pressure of a scooter caused the trees to fall into each other and closed the large gaps.

"How did you know that was going to happen?"

The guy was now sliding his back against the garbage can, wincing and groaning as he went down. "I got a good eye."

"Not good enough to save yourself." He was sweating dreadfully. His entire skin looked like it was rubbed with bacon grease or something. His white T-shirt was getting more red by the second. One moment it was on the side. Currently, only the chest part of the shirt was not soaked by his blood. "Thanks."

Obie tucked the fake gun on her side and picked up her bag. She kept the knife in her palm and carried Burrito over her shoulder to lead her into her backpack.

"No problem." His eyes lowered till they almost appeared close. His breathing slowed. The heaviness of his hand that gripped his wound had lightened to a simple touch.

"Oh Jesus." She began to feel nervous. "Can you please not do that?"

"Do what?" His voice was airy.

"Die...like don't die around me." She said honestly. "Wait for me leave. Okay?"

His eyes widened open in amusement.

"I'm serious."

"I can see, unfortunately." Military man leaned his head back and closed his eyes again tirelessly. "Don't worry. I'll try not to."

She appreciated the wit, but really hoped he doesn't die while she was around. She was sick of it.

"You know I'd expect some help in return."

"I don't think you're getting very far buddy." Obie bent down to tie her shoelaces to prepare for the climb. Growing up in New York, the only climbing she had done was walking up the stairs of a train station. Nowadays, she was an expert.

"Not by myself."

Obie rolled her eyes, knowing where this was going. "Listen, you saved my life...I think. But I helped someone out before and it didn't exactly work out for me."

"How?"

"You'd probably die by the time I end the story."

"We wouldn't want that, would we?"

"That's your problem."

He chuckled.

Okaaay.

Awkwardly, Obie turned away. That signaled the end of their conversation. Hopefully, he took the hint.

She rubbed her hands to prepare for the climb.

"Wait!" he called out. "I'm guessing you're looking for food. I know where you can find some."

Obie side eyed him. "I don't trust you."

"I just prevented a tree from crushing you."

"Not because you are a good Samaritan. You just want some help."

"I'm dying here. Can you blame me?"

"No." Obie sighed. "Fine. Where's the food?'

Obie listened to his directions. While he directed her, Obie wondered if it was a good idea to follow it. She had the worst couple of days from fighting a vampire, getting her skull cracked open and drinking vampire blood from possibly the same vampire who she fought. Some people, especially men, trapped girls like her through a "help me help me" scheme. She almost fell for it a month ago. Obie was able to escape and earned a nasty scar on her inner thigh.

"We have a deal, now? You'll help me?" he asked expectantly.

"Let me see your injury."

"Huh?"

"I need to see that it's real. Pull up your shirt."

"Fair." He nodded.

Obie discovered he got a huge bite taken out of him. She could barely point out the details of the bite mark, because his blood overwhelmed the cuts.

"Satisfied?"

"Yup." Obie had to take the street route to get to the destination. She began walking, ready to find out if the man was lying or telling the truth. She needed this anyway.

"Hey! We had a deal!"

"We still do." she called over her shoulder. "If you're still alive by the time I come back, I'll help you."

"What! Are you kidding me?!" He yelled.

"I wouldn't be loud if I were you," She said and threw up the peace sign. "Sit tight."

A/N: Update on my Birthday! 22! Time is going by fast! Enjoy! Vote, comment and let me know what you think.