The girl

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I stepped back surprise and tripped over the curb of the side walk, my butt smacked the concrete hard and it hurt. I stood up and walked over to the girl and wondered if I should take her inside. When I took a closer look at her I realized that she was my age she had dark brown hair and white skin, she was strikingly beautiful. I looked and saw that her chest was no ring up and down she was still alive but wouldn't be for much longer in this weather. I grabbed her legs and stuck my arm behind her back and carried her the twenty yards to base.

Once in side I set the girl beside the heater which ran off the generator, and threw a blanket over her.

        Two hours later

I jumped as someone held a knife to my throat, I felt the cool blade press deep into my skin. I glanced over to the couch where I had left the girl and
realized that she was gone. "Who are you and what am I doing here?" She said. "My name is Collon, and you are here because you would be dead without me," I said. "Well I sorry I can't return the favor," the girl said. She began to dig the blade deep into my neck so I began to bleed, In a couple of more seconds I would be dead. I quickly reached up and grabbed her wrist pushing it as hard as I could, then twisting out of the grip of her left arm, I hit her shoulder not hard enough to break it but enough to make her drop the knife on the counter. I quickly snatched it before she could reach for it again. I turned ready for an attacker but what I saw nearly made me drop the knife on the floor. On the ground propped against the wall was an almost entirely different person, she had her left arm gripping her right shoulder so tightly that her knuckles turned white, a pained look on her face. For the first time I got a good look at her, her hair was so matted   it was practically part of her head, she wasn't thin but not muscly. I was about to go help her up when something cold hit my chest I reached up and touched a cool liquid, I brought my hand down and saw that it was blood, my blood, this woman was dangerous and I couldn't let her out of my sight.

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