Earth was once a unified place. A melting pot for races; until the T-virus. The government was ready for chemical warfare as the "Chem War" with Asia grew. But little did they know the T-virus had other plans. It took the world and divided it into t...
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Blake's POV
I finally found her. Looks like this netherlord brat proved to be useful. I admit seeing her sick only reminds of me when we first met. I readjust my grip on the stirring wheel and scratched my chin. Letting my slight curiosity overcome me, I glance into the rearview mirror at Tara. I was about smile nostalgically but Carter interrupted. "You're Disgusting.." Was all he muttered. I locked my jaw speeding up the van. Of course he wouldn't let it die so he questioned, "How did you even meet her-" He stopped to open her file then continued. "Mmmm she's quite the looker, but I like my women less murderous. But any who how did you meet her?" My lip twitched thinking well more wondering when he'll shut the hell up. I cleared my throat, "It was after the virus hit....."
Flashback: Eastern Province (NYC)
Charlie's Pub:[21:40pm]
Tara had been sitting at the bar for awhile now. Killing always made her depressed, the fear of snapping drove her to drink. But alcohol only made her angry at herself. These simple thoughts were all my basic assessments as I watched her go from water to vodka. I sat up as a group of men sauntered into the pub. Taking a swig of my awful beer; I mumbled "Crap, here we go again." This wasn't going to end well, it never ended well. Well not since I've been "observing" her. I continued glaring at the men as their hungry eyes scanned over Tara. I found myself gazing upon her, the way her blonde hair framed her structured facial features. Just for that to be interrupted by her piercing red eyes. I shook my head away from those dangerous thoughts. Obviously shocked by my thoughts I looked at the beer as if it was the reason for sudden spur of awe. My train of thought was broken as the sound of Tara cascading a man's head through the cold granite of the bar. After the sound stills I sighed, watching her kick another man into the wall of booze bottles. She grabbed her stuff cursing in Portuguese and spitting upon the pile of debris. I stood paying for her destruction and grabbed her arm, "Not so fast sweetheart." She looks at me shocked her red orbs brimming with unshed tears. I stared in shock. "Is he ok?" She asked. Caught off guard with her flood of emotion, " They're fine. Not dead but not awake." I yanked her to me. "Sadly you're under arrested." She mutters more in Portuguese and to my disbelief snaps my arm like a twig. Giving an unintelligible grunt I curse "Fuck!" as I watch her dash away. I shouted after her, "There's no running away from me Tara!" She looked back before continuing to run.
Flashback end: Interstate 95/the car [08:50 am]
By time I finished Carter was in a fit of giggles; clenching his stomach. "Quite the firecracker we have chained up back there." I grumbled "You don't know-" My words were interrupted by Tara's fist ramming through the glass separating us. She yanked the steering wheel off causing the van to spiral down the dusty road. After what seemed like hours a tree broke our momentum, with the stop came the air bags. I let out a groan as Tara and her companion dragged us out the wreckage. She smiled down at me before she knocked me out.... (A/N: Am I making her too idk violent?) So much for a happy reunion than again she doesn't even know who I am....
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