Are We Alive?

Eleven: Betony

Betony-Surprise

Yup that's right! My fav OC twins are back after New War! And they're much better characters now, yay for character development. Y'all just wait, Marshal will get her badass haircut sometime in this fic(aka, the haircut I just got and am in love with bc it's super cool!)

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For the next month, they went from car to car, gas station to gas station, until they came across a farmhouse. Which let to this moment in time where they were held at gunpoint by two girls that looked oddly familiar to Rin.

"Drop the sword, Samurai Jack." One woman demanded with a mild southern accent. She had ice-blue eyes with an interesting dark blue ring around the irises, freckles dotting her tanned skin, and chin length, wavy chocolate-brown hair. She could've been anywhere from eighteen to twenty-five, Rin couldn't tell. She held the gun with obvious experience beyond surviving in the Zombie Apocalypse–she might have had a job that had to do with guns before everything went down.

The second woman had neatly cut blunt bangs and straight hair the same shade as the firsts' that went to her collarbones, her freckles much fainter and fewer. Aside from the straight hair, lack of freckles, and slightly darker blue eyes, Rin figured they could have been twins or at least sisters close in age. She didn't have any weapons pulled, only standing next to her sister in front of the strangers intruding on their claimed home. She fully trusted her sister's skill in taking care of unwanted company and Rin hoped they could get out of this without anyone getting hurt.

Their faces seemed familiar to Rin for a reason he couldn't remember and it clicked for Ryuji before it clicked for Rin. "Babe, do you think that's those same girls?" He muttered to his boyfriend. Rin shrugged in response. "So do we risk pulling out the photo?" Izumo wondered. "It's girls!" Sachi interrupted the adults quiet conversation.

"'Scuse me?" The first girl asked, furrowing her brow. "Girls from the house!" Tsukumo agreed. "What?" The second girl asked, with no accent at all. "Sorry! You see, we stayed in a house a while back and there were pictures of a family with two daughters. The children think you're them." Shiemi apologized in her deceptively soft voice. Rin had seen her bash the shit out of walking corpses with her shovel mercilessly and the gardener had taken him down during training with brute strength alone. Rin figured gardening and being active her whole life kept her fit, even if she did still seem to hang on to that childish roundness in her cheeks.

"You said something about a picture?" The second girl asked. "Yea! We have picture of girls!" Sachi said. Rin sighed. "We need to teach you about Stranger Danger." He huffed while Bon nodded in agreement. "You too, Tsukumo." Izumo told her sister, who pouted.

"Cute kids. Mind if I see that picture?" The first girl asked. "Thanks. And no, I don't mind. It's in the duffel bag. Front pocket." Rin answered calmly.
The second girl put down her gun and searched said duffel bag. She pulled out a picture and started laughing.

"O-ho my God, Marshal look at this!" She laughed, showing the picture to Marshal. "Oh my-How?! And why that picture of all the photos in the living room?!" Marshal groaned. "So that is you?" Rin deduced.

"Wow. Small world." Shima commented. "Did y'all take anything else from the house?" Marshal wondered, lowering the gun some. "I mean, we took the dolls, but Barbie doesn't look like she used to." Shura admitted, nodding to Sachi's little backpack. "Yeah, uh, they modified all the dolls to make them look like our group and then you two, for whatever reason." Ryuji explained sheepishly. "Before I put this gun all the way down and let you inside, I got a few questions. Answer 'em right and I'll let ya stay." Marshal told them. "First, What are your names and where are y'all from?" She began.