The last one (camren)

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Camila coughed quietly, her eyes struggling to open. Her body was lying down, her neck seemed to be supported by something.

Her head still hurt though.

She heard movement wherever she was. She felt someone else's presence.

Gradually, the brunettes brown eyes managed to pry themselves open.

She was looking straight down the barrel of a gun.

Her heart rate increased, as her eyes suddenly shot open wider but her whole body froze.

A girl was staring at Camila, her eyes narrowed as she stood above her, holding the gun with both hands that was pointed to the smaller ones head.

"Are you bitten?" The girl asked, her voice cold and threatening.

Camila stared up at her, unable to comprehend what was going on right now. Her mouth hung opened slightly, but no words seemed to come out.

No sentence could be formed.

"Answer me!" The girl growled, pulling back the slide of the pistol, chambering a round, as she moved the weapon closer to Camila's head. She clenched her jaw and continued to stare at the brunette.

The gun was now fully touching her forehead.

Camila began to panic as she felt her head try to pull itself backwards instinctively. She swallowed sharply before shaking her head slightly but quickly, "I-I don't know w-what you're talking about!"

The girl held the gun in place but scanned over the smaller one. She removed one of her hands from the gun, the other still holding it in place. Her left hand travelled to Camila's foot where she saw a long, pink scar stretching through the sole of it.

Her eyes glanced at it suspiciously before she looked back into the face of Camila, meeting fearful brown eyes.

"How did you get your injuries?" She asked, slowly taking the gun away from Camila's forehead and moving backwards. The weapon was still trained on her though, for safety precautions.

Camila's heart rate increased as she slowly tried to sit up onto her elbows, her eyes never leaving the taller girl. "I was in a car crash," she gulped dryly, her voice coming out raspier than usual.

The girl narrowed her eyes as she gradually came to terms with Camila's story.

"That's why I'm dressed in this ugly, dirty gown," the brunette clarified, "I mean, I wouldn't wear this by choice."

The mysterious girl ignored Camila's remarks, "So you're not bitten?" She asked once again.

Camila hesitantly shook her head, "I really don't know what that means." She revealed as she watched the tall girl slowly lower her gun and place it back into its holster.

Camila rubbed the palm of her hands against her gown to remove the sweat that had formed on them through her nerves.

The girl walked over to the other side of the room, searching for something in the drawers that Camila couldn't see.

Camila noticed the girls blonde, wavy hair that fell down the back of her black jacket. She had a belt around her waist that carried the gun she had just threatened Camila with. She looked scruffy but she was also very pretty. And young too.

"I'm Dinah." Her voice broke through the silence in the room, interrupting Camila's thoughts.

She quickly turned back around to face the oblivious smaller girl whose face was still covered in blood and mud. Dinah grimaced slightly before returning her attention back to the drawers and grabbing a small face towel from the side.