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Killer Teeth

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Summary:
If you see a hybrid, you run.
Enid's mum taught her that, they are dangerous, but this one is different     
AU

If you see a hybrid, you will run. You will run for your life and don't look back.

This is the last thing Enid remembers her mum telling her.

Enid hates solitude. Despises it, is pained by it. Which by itself is stupid, because these days solitude is something of a luxury: no people means no Sick.

Coming to a stop she drops her backpack to the ground, yanking out her metal water bottle and taking a big, water hungry gulp, wiping dirt off her face as she eyes her surroundings.

A collection of ruins is coming up at the end of the dirt road she has been following. Nature has been allowed to take it over freely, vines climbing up the partial stone structures and a bright green contrasting the rough, dirty facade of the buildings. Buildings can mean people, but they also mean possibility of supplies, and the latter is almost more in shortage than the former, so it's worth it.

Coming to a stop at the closest entrance, she pauses to pull out and load her rifle before taking the first steps into the remaining building and then up the steps that come up in front of her. Walking slowly, silently, making sure to step quietly like her parents taught her. Listening closely for any movement, but hearing none. Only the wind as it tugs at the few curtains that have survived the tear of the weather.

It seems like she is alone here, and she gets to work looking for supplies, pulling at pieces of fabric and turning over crates that she finds scattered across the floor, not letting the heart-sinking sign of scavengers that came before her in the form of open drawers discourage her. She can't afford that.

Her heart signs further with every empty crate and jar that she turns over, and as she finds the place completely ransacked the hope she had built up starts turning into despair, her throat feeling thick and tears fighting to fall.

"Fuck", she whispers, collapsing down with her back against a wall, yanking off the cloth she's kept over her nose and mouth and angrily tossing it down to the floor she's sitting on.
The tears starts flowing, and she sees no reason to try to stop them now. It's not like her mum is here to scold her about how you can't afford to be a cry baby in this world.

The thought of her mum only fuels her despair further, and she starts ugly crying there in the abandoned ruins. Fuck, there goes that hydration. She wipes at her face, frantically, struggling to breathe properly and stop shaking, her mum's voice in a loop scolding her in her mind.

Suddenly, she jumps to her feet.
"Urgh! Get a grip on yourself!" she screams, grabbing the nearest object, a piece of a ceramic pot, and throwing it over the railing down to the floor below with a rageful yell.
As she turns and throws it, something catches her eye on the balcony across from the lower floor. Something that has her muscles freezing and her chest contracting, despite the fact that she has been told hundreds of times to do the opposite in this exact situation.

She sees a hybrid.

She doesn't register that it's a hybrid at first, she just sees a person moving, but then she sees a tail flickering around a pillar, a mass of thick, black fur.

She has animal ears, too, large, black and fluffy on top of her equally black hair, her hair styled into two long braids that go down her shoulders.

She is sitting crouched down on the floor, partly hidden behind a pillar, one of her ears twitching in Enid's directing as Enid stares, mouth open, somehow mesmerized by the creature. She is... Beautiful, in some absurd way. Like she is some mythical, powerful creature and Enid should be honored that the hybrid is allowing her to look at her. Something Enid blames on the distance between them.