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𝐅𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘, 𝟐𝟎𝟑𝟖
IT WAS THE ICY chill of the morning air that woke Danielle that fateful morning. The heat that emitted from the lit fireplace did little to provide warmth to the young girl as her teeth practically chattered together. As her eyes opened, she groggily glanced round the room to see almost everyone up and about, save for a few such as Leah and Manny, both of whom enjoyed sleeping in when they could. Though her hearing was a little fuzzy from a gun blasting right next to her ears the day prior, —courtesy of Owen, the fucking jackass, Danielle was still able to hear Nora fretting only a few feet away about Abby and Owen.
Apparently, the duo had taken off on a small adventure earlier that morning and had yet to return. Danielle wasn't all that worried. Owen could hold his own and Abby, well Abby could rip off an infected's head with ease and she has the muscles to prove it. They would be fine, she was sure of it and if they weren't, that's what she was there for.
Both she and Mel were the groups medics, providing medical attention when it was necessary. Originally it had only been Mel venturing on this expedition with them but with such a long distance to travel, Isaac the leader of the WLF, suggested Danielle should tag along.
From what she knew, they were all journeying across the United States to scout out an old Firefly Outpost in search of potential recruits into the WLF. Danielle hadn't been a Firefly which was the reason why she wasn't set to travel with them in the first place. She didn't have the attachment to the Firefly's that Abby or the rest had. They were known as the 'Salt Lake Crew.' A little dumb if you asked her but hey, who was she to judge. She was simply along for the ride and to provide assistance when needed.
Her hands now held tightly to a cup of warm tea. It wasn't particularly appetising to drink but it aided in rising her body temperature that continued to fall despite the young girl decked out in her winter gear. From thick black boots on her feet to a huge jacket wrapped tightly round her body, she was covered head to toe and yet was still shivering within an inch of her life. The sooner they returned to base, the better. She officially was exhausted with this bullshit expedition.
In her peripheral vision, she watched on as Mel pulled her boyfriend into an embrace. It didn't take a genius to see that Owen wasn't as invested in that relationship as Mel was. Without a doubt, the man was still hung up on his past relationship with Abby and used Mel as a distraction from the pain he felt due to their breakup. Danielle felt sorry for Mel. No one deserved to be treated like they were a second choice. Hopefully one day, Owen would just grow a set of balls and either commit fully to the relationship or set Mel free. Only time would tell however.
