Roblox Piggy: F.E.A.R

8.4 - Old Friends, New Allies

Lucinda's POV:
"Mr.P...gah, ow...I'm here to..."

That was all I could get out before I felt pain all over my body. I quickly got up on my hands and knees as I stared at the tiled floor beneath me. Normally, I would get up and point my gun at whoever was infront of me, but I couldn't at that moment. My vision was blurry and my body was tired from running left and right for nearly two hours straight. What time was it? When I finally managed to look up, I saw two silhouettes of yellow and purple standing infront of me.

"I-I'm sorry, my vision is a bit blurry..." I said as I slowly stood up, "Who...who are you?" One hand was on top or my head while the other held tightly onto my knee. "Cindy...?" I heard someone say as my legs trembled violently. I tried my best to ignore the pain and slowly stumbled towards the two figures ahead of me. Each step sent a throbbing pain throughout my veins. I assumed that my body had finally given up to exhaustion as I collapsed. However, I didn't fall to the floor.

Instead, I fell into a pair of arms.

Someone had gotten down on their knees just to catch me. My body trembled violently, and it wasn't because of the cold. "Stay calm, Cindy, you're safe now," a female muttered into my ear, "I've got you, just stay with me, kiddo." I recognized her voice, but I couldn't put my finger on who it was. Her voice was calm and soothing and sent a feeling of relaxation through my small and weak body. "That's right, Cindy, breathe," the voice spoke once more.

I gently grasped the person's shoulders before standing up properly. A light gasp escaped my lips as I finally realized who had caught me. I scanned her figure with my eye, starting from the top and working my way downwards. The female was a zebra and she wore a purple musketeer hat that had a magenta ribbon and feather on it. Her ebony black hair was in a messy braid that sat on her shoulder. Her amethyst purple eyes stared softly into my soul.

She wore a purple cape that had a white collar on it. The cape went down to just above her knees. She had a white button up on like I did. Black leather gloves covered her hands. She wore black jeans and purple boots that went just below her knee. Her amethyst purple boots had a short heel similar to my coal black ones. On her waist was a black belt that had a sheath on it. Inside was what looked like the hilt of a fencing foil. I looked back up at her face. She was smiling softly at me.

"Uhhh...Zizzy? Is she infected?" A male voice asked. With an annoyed sigh, Zizzy turned over to the source of the voice. When I turned shortly after, another light gasp came out of me. The male was a pony who seemed scared and unsure of my presence. He wore a dark gray beanie on his head. His ears stuck out and up from the sides. His messy golden brown hair was in a low and short ponytail. His emerald green eyes were hidden behind thick glasses.

He had a dark green sweater ontop of a munsell yellow turtleneck. His hands were slightly shaking as he gripped his wooden sword tightly. He wore denim blue jeans that were covered in small patches of dirt. On his feet were walnut brown boots. I took note of the ties which were slightly loose. "Pony, a child couldn't hurt anyone like this," Zizzy replied, "Besides, we've been over this; the infected don't talk." Pony's cheeks turned a light pink color before he chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his head.

"R-Right, I knew that," he said as Zizzy rolled her eyes at him. Pony smiled at Zizzy, but when he turned to me it dropped immediately. I tilted my head in confusion at him as I took my hands off of Zizzy's shoulders. "What are you doing here?" I asked as I looked back at Zizzy. Her expression changed from one of annoyance to one of sympathy as she turned back to look at me. She put both hands on my shoulders before speaking. "We came to look for survivors, we've got a safe place," she replied.

"Oh, look, she has a friend, too!"

A friend? Ever since I left Bunny at the metro, I've been on my own. I didn't have anyone with me. I had grown accustomed to being on my own, and I wasn't sure whether that was a good or bad thing. My expression changed to a confused one as I turned to look behind me. I immediately gasped at the sight. Foxy was standing by the door I had just entered from. How did he get here? I thought I knocked him out unconscious.