[FILE 01] Umbrella

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She left the group in confusion.

Who was she? Why did she help? Where did she come from? 

But right now, that wasn't so important.

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Major, loud chewing echoed in the hollow room. "Tastes.. great.. try some, Damien."

Two people sat in the room, across from each other. One was a girl, the other a boy.

The boy sat with his legs crossed, his arms as well. He had ruffled, short, black hair, the aftermath to his sister's insane ruffles. He had red eyes. Common. He wore a red tuxedo.

The girl sat criss-crossed on the chair, smiling. She had fluffy, (HL), (HC) hair. She stared at her brother with her piercing (EC) eyes. She wore a short red shirt, waist-high black jeans, and white sneakers.

"Why are you dressed so.. informally?"

He moved his hand a little bit. The girl laughed, her voice bouncing off the walls.

"Do I look like I want to wear the same clothes everyday like you?"

Her brother nodded. She scoffed, but her smile remained.

"Ew. You would, but I won't. Oh yeah, got you some new fashionable clothes."

He frowned. Shaking his head, "I don't need them." She gasped dramatically, clutching a place her heart would be. "How could you?" He coughed. She smirked. "What? You jealous you weren't chosen for the mission? Or did you want to do it with me?" His eyes widened, "EW! NO!" She laughed, but it soon disappeared, "Time's running out, bro. Anything else I need to be told?" He shook his head and stood up, leaving the older girl alone in the room.

-

"Tomorrow is the day." She smiled. She knew this would be a bad start to her mission. But she knew she would get farther if she used these mortals as pawns.

-

Several Days Before The Epidemic

It was pouring rain. (YN) had a white umbrella that stood out against all the black umbrellas.

She saw a boy wiping his glasses on his school shirt. Water was hitting him constantly. She walked over to him.

He looked up at her. Before focusing his attention to his glasses, taking small glances at the girl.

"Do you need something..?"

She moves her umbrella towards him. ".. You look like you need one."

He hesitantly took the umbrella and thanked the girl and apologized at the same time, "Thanks for letting me use it, sorry. How will you get it back?"

She didn't hesitate to answer, "I'll buy a new one, duh."

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