Thirteen was found by The Hunter as a toddler, not long after the signal tower appeared. At first, he raised his shotgun, ready to kill her, but he hesitated. Something about her red hair... he couldn't. So, he took her home. He put a chain on her a...
"Can we rest now?" I asked. We where out of the school, out of the rain, and I was tired to the bone. "Of course." Mono said. I peered into a nearby crate, looking for food, but instead I saw quilts."Hmmm..." I pushed some empty crates together, making a raised platform, and set the quilts on top, making a sort of nest. I motioned for Mono and Six to climb in and we all curled up in the middle.
For once the rain was a comforting noise as I drifted off to sleep, warm and safe.
I woke up who knows how much later, my stomach rumbling. Mono and Six where still asleep, so I grabbed my bow and quiver, climbing out into the rain. Almost directly outside the building was a rosehip bush, so I picked a few red buds, tucking them into a drawstring pouch for later.
Soon enough I heard cooing and saw pigeons pecking at the damp ground. I crouched behind a corner and focused on the fattest three. "Okay.... Just as you where taught..." I muttered, letting three arrows fly.
Each hit a pigeon as the rest flew off, but I got us food. Taking out a pocket knife, I cut off the head, feet, amd sliced open the stomachs, pulling the organs and bones out and discarding them. My hands where bloody as I plucked the feathers, but I rinsed them with water overflowing from a gutter and climbed into an open apartment window.
I scrounged through the cupboards, finding a pot, some bowls, some cups, and a tea kettle. I took my findings and went back to my friends after filling the kettle and pot with clean water. I saw Mono sitting with his bag off his head, his back to me. I crept around silently and looked at him from the side.
"You feelin' okay, dude?" I blurted. He jumped, and almost immediately he put the bag back over his head. "Where were you?" He asked, sounding miffed. "I was getting food. I figure running for our young lives works up an appetite." I said, setting up a fire spit. I put the pigeons in the pot and split the rosehip buds between the pot and the kettle before using a campfire lighter to start a fire. Every so often I stirred the soup as I felt Mono stare at me.
"You're really handsome, you know." I blurted out, blushing immediately. "W-what?!" He shrieked. I glanced at Six, who was still sleeping soundly. "You look good, Mono. Kinda scruffy, but we all are." I said. "Why do you hide your face anyway?" He seemed flustered.
"The signal-" He began. "If you where just worried about the signal. You could wear a tinfoil hat. Not a whole bag." I cut him off. "Erh.... at the orphanage I was at... before it was.... destroyed.... the kids where afraid of how I looked. My grey skin, my hair is unruly, and my eyes are too big for my face." He said. With a sigh I stopped stirring the pot, walking over to Mono and standing eye level to him.
"If they honestly said that, I'd show myself proudly just to spite them." I said gently, lifting the bag off his head. "And I mean it. You are very attractive." I said with a smile.
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"Heh. If you say so, Thirteen." He said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I do say so, and I also say wake up Six, the tea and soup is ready."
