Stydia - walker

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Lydia opened her eyes and yawned. She looked around a dark, dirty basement and saw a bunch of people sitting there, watching her with concered faces.
"Finally awake." A man wearing a sheriff badge said. He looked at her with pity in his green eyes.
"Where the heck am I?"Lydia felt a hand gripping hers.
"Lydia, you're okay. You wounded your arm and passed out earlier." It was Stiles.
She nodded and looked through the room and she studied the other people sitting there. Firstly, there were a guy that seemed her age, brown hair, brown eyes.
"Let me introduce you to our group. That's Scott." Stiles pointed at the brown-eyed boy. Scott said hi with a sad look on his face. He wore a hoodie similar to stiles' and it was also stained in blood and dirt.
"That's Coach, my dad, Erica, Malia, Isaac and Melissa. She was the one that helped you with your arm."
Lydia studied them one by one. 'Coach' looked quite insane with his hair pointing to all directions and eyes opened to max, self note: do not go alone anywhere alone with the Coach. Appareantly Stiles' dad was the sheriff and she could totally see that. Erica looked impressingly good compared to the others. She had full-on makeup with only a few smudges here and there, her hair nicely set up in a ponytail and her clothes less blood-stained than anyone in the room. The girl named Malia looked at Lydia with dislike and she didn't even say anything when the other people said hi. Lydia had a feeling that they wouldn't become friends. Isaac catched her interest with a sharp jawline, blue eyes and blonde hair. He looked kinda like Mark.
"Yeah...This is our group. My dad is basically the one who runs things here. Coach, Isaac and Scott are the closest to security here. Erica sorts all the supplies that I and Malia bring in. And Melissa is like our own nurse."
Lydia just looked at Stiles with a confused face and he got the signal after a few seconds.
"Oh, you wanna know what the hell happened to the world? A virus spread so that the dead now rise instead of being frickin' dead."
She looked at him (now with a scared face) and ran her hand through her hair.
"I know, I know, you get used to it. We call them walkers, and yeah that's pretty self explainotory."
The Sheriff turned to her.
"Kiddo, if you wanna be a part of our group you'll have to have a job. You'll get to choose if you wanna be a sorter like Erica or a bringer like Stiles and Malia." She couldn't imagine being by her self out there with the walkers, so she definately wanted to be a part of this group. She didn't feel safe with anyone yet exept Stiles so going with him seemed like a tempting choice.
"What are the qualifications?"
"Sorter: you have to be fair an logical. Bringer: fast, brave and careful. Now make your choice." She didn't want to die and she was sure that her and Erica would become friends. Also the qualications as a sorter fitted her better.
"I wanna be a sorter."
"Sure. You'll start tomorrow."