Freya Quinn was uniquely herself despite the events of the apocalypse she was thrown into. She was a paradox to understand and a combination of heaven and hell thrown together to create such a woman. And the only person in the whole wide world that...
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FREYA BLINKED HERSELF BACK WHEN everyone started to advance towards the building. The bright light had switched off, and now the inner parts of the CDC were on display. The inside was big, with the glass walls surrounding it and the multiple layers of floors.
But each floor was empty, scattered and free of any signs of life. The random railing Freya was next to was coated in dust.
"Hello?"
There was no answer to Rick's horror movie stunt question. instead, everyone just piled in, all eyes watching every corner of the inner workings of the building with watchful eyes, either riddle with hope or intwined with a scared feeling.
"Hello?"
This time, Rick's called was answered, but it was answered with the sound of a gun loading. Freya raised her shotgun along with everyone else who had one, and it was all pointed at one lone tall man standing in the shadows.
The first thing Freya noticed about the man, was the odd way he held the gun. It was a rifle of sorts, the Freya would never really bother to learn, but instead of resting it within the underarm, it was placed on the side of his torso, and his hands were on the trigger and the front part of the rifle, which did not look right at all.
"Anybody infected?" He called out, even with the gun not held correctly, it was still pointed at the group.
"One of our group was..." Rick honestly told the truth.
Goodbye Jim.
"He didn't make it."
Goodbye Freya.
"Why are you here, what do you want?" The man stepped out towards the group, his gun leaning off to the side and away from Rick, but where it was pointing, it was pointed at Lori, Carl and Freya. In turn, Freya stepped that little ways closer over Carl because as if she would stand by idly when he could get shot.
"A chance." Rick's airy voice breathed out, the grip on his own gun lessened, but it didn't sway to the side the way the CDC man's did.
"That's asking an awful lot these days." The man stepped into the light, and his skin looked pasty white under the bright white lights, and his hair was a light ginger colour. He was an older man by the looks of it, as his hair was starting to thin. Freya's guess was mid to late 40s.
Rick cocked his head to the side, shrugging his shoulders. "I know."
The CDC, ginger hair thinning man looked across the group, eyeing everyone from where they stood. It silent for a few seconds more, and the wait was killing Freya because the last thing she wanted to do was to be asked to leave, because she knew that would end in guns firing. Freya did not want to kill a person. Not again.
"You all submit to a blood test submission, that's the price of admission." The CDC, ginger hair thinning man said, with a single nod of his head.
"We can do that." Rick agreed, and it was this moment that Freya turned over to Shane. Shane was standing a few feet away, gun in the air and just about as much of a authoritative figure as there could be, but it was the new guy that was taking the lead of control.
