Give me a reason.

Son Ga In. 24. Lone Wolf. "I've never hand a single thing to lose, anyways."

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Books, texts, knowledge --- no, she had never had any use for such privileges. What would she earn by knowing of emperors and algorithms? Voyages and battles fought in ink? She had always been a survivor, after all. She was quick in distinguishing necessities and commodities, and she hardly even considered education as a priority.

For that particular reason, she found incredible irony in her situation at the moment. To think she would be trapped in a library she had blocked out of her mind during her days on the streets --- had the situation not been so grave, perhaps she would have slipped a smirk. But no. There were plenty of dead marching down the streets, with several hiding throughout the building she had taken shelter in. She had been nice and quiet while navigating through the abandoned structure, but the sheer size provided paranoia at every small corner. There was no telling where an infected being was lying, ready to spring ---

The hand that covered her mouth from behind sent shots of adrenaline painfully bursting through her bloodstream. Alarms seemed to explode in her head, eyes widening out of sheer shock. Something had her in its grip, dragging her into the shadows of the library. Pale hands grabbed and scratched at the figure holding her, small whimpers escaping her throat in response to her rapid heartbeat. Was she going to die like this? In an unfamiliar world that had threatened to steal her away so many times? 

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You Never Go Back; Gain ✖ Vincent

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Today was busy, like every other day, Vincent was out and about as early as he could be without succumbing to the cycle of sleepless wandering. He had his crossbow strapped onto his back in a way that he could easily grab it and shoot across the vicinity without a moments pause. His machete was equipped to his waist as well as his magnum. There wasn’t a day that he was’t walking around with his weapons handy even though he had been told that he didn’t need them all. He wouldn’t take any chances - even though Cobra was known for it’s high surveillance and it’s kill-without-question kind of attitude. He was a soldier that was always on guard; always keeping an eagles view on his surroundings in case something wasn’t going the way it should. He was currently up on a glass pathway; a bridge that connected two of the school buildings. He was merely surveying what could be seen with a gentle thought in mind of his past before catching glimpses of something moving on his far right. He’d seen her, of course he had. She wasn’t anyone that he knew and that could only mean that she was an intruder. Nothing slipped by Vincent; he is constantly aware and that was probably why his ex-wife could never actually surprise him or why his daughter was never quite able to do the things she wanted at her young age. Her visual was the only thing that helped keep a brief twitch of what could have been some sort of smirk on his face as he moved to descend from his current place on the bridge. Her placement wasn’t far off from the building he had just came out of and at this point he had his crossbow in hand. He stood feet away from the car he knew she was behind because her first peek gave her away, so he waited to see what she would do since he assumed she hadn’t seen him just yet. When she had finally seen him, a mere chuckle slipped past his lips and the chase was on. The moment she ran, he followed after her without a seconds thought. A beautiful game of cat and mouse and there was no way she was ever going to escape him nor anyone that would spot her on her pursuit. When he was close, he slowed down a bit to shoot his first arrow at her. The first was to scare her the second was to pin any part of her clothing down to something; to really slow her down. And when she was stuck trying to rip away from the arrow, his fist easily slammed into the back of her head to knock her unconscious. Usually, he would have just killed her and informed someone to take her body and burn it, but today he had another idea. With the help of some near by members, he brought her to a room and duck-taped her wrists and legs to the chair they put her in. Now it was only up to her when she wanted to wake up.

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Long black lashes hung low, fluttering growing in frequency as the woman's conscious slowly slipped back. It took more than a few blinks for her to regain her focus; the throbbing in her head resonated through her skull. She grit her teeth and slowly raised her head, eyebrows furrowing as she tried to think through the pain. Where the Hell was she? The room she was in was dark --- or perhaps her vision hadn't completely recovered from her blackout.

Bit by bit, her memory began to build up. She had been running around the Cobra camp, searching for supplies --- the blood rushing through her veins, chest heaving, and adrenaline pumping. Oh. She stifled the desire to slip a swear or two below her breath. This wasn't the time to get upset. She needed to think.

Instinctively, she brought her hand to her head --- or at least, she tried to. Her breath stopped in the moment, surprised by the resistance met by her wrist. She should have expected as much, considering that she had been captured by (most likely) a Cobra member. Knowing the nature of the Cobras, she shouldn't have expected any less. It was quite a surprise, in fact, that they hadn't killed her. She bit her lip in the realization that her ankles were bound as well --- with duct tape no less. In the position she was in, she couldn't even dream of slipping out without causing a riot.

A slight movement in the corner of the room caught the wolf's focus, head instinctively snapping up in the direction. Years of training on the streets even before the apocalypse had sharpened her senses. A shiver struck through her spine, entire body freezing as pupils dilated in fear. She quickly collected herself the best to her ability, swallowing and clamping her teeth together for a few seconds to stabilize herself. She lowered the angle of her head, glaring upwards and narrowing her eyes.

"I guess luck just wasn't on my side today." She muttered.

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You Never Go Back; Gain ✖ Vincent

Slim fingers traced over the ivory of her balisong, eyes darting back and forth as she tried to collect her breath. Cobra defenses had always been particularly tight, but every run was completely worth it. Being the most brutal of the clans, they had always been particularly rich in resources. Every step she took brought her closer to the epicenter of danger, the brink of her greatest and only fear ---- death. But staying out in the ruins with the scarce food or water she had left would be, of course, a considerably worse idea.

Slipping through the urban landscape had never been a challenge for the loner; her days as a prostitute had taught her how to look for proper escape routes. She had to be particularly careful this time, though --- her last expedition had almost led to her capture. And she knew, of course, that sometimes having humans as captors was much worse than zombies.

Ducking behind a long-abandoned car, Gain stifled the urge to curse under her breath. In the stillness of the day, she couldn't risk even the slightest whisper. She couldn't possibly take her chances and raid during the night, as she had learned so painfully the first few times she had attempted this stunt. Her balisong was still closed, ready to swing the blade out with extra impact. The fingers covering the handles where whiter than usual, knuckles jutting out. She could pretend to be fearless, but there was no need. She was afraid, after all. That was the only way she had survived.

Perhaps an extra few seconds of hiding would have kept her safe. Out of an impending sense of anxiety, Gain had simply peeked over hood of the car, keeping her body low to the ground. She didn't see the figure at first, raising her body enough to dart over to the side of another vehicle. Right as she began to lunge forward, however, her eyes focused in on the man. Instinctively freezing in place, she skidded her foot against the cement to keep herself from moving. That itself was enough; the man's eyes were on her in an instant.

Shit.

She immediately turned around, running past the car she had momentarily used as a hiding place to scramble around a building. She had been lucky enough to sneak through the wall this time --- there was no way she could go back empty handed. If she was going to die, she sure as hell wasn't going to do so from starvation. 

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Photo 1/? of flawless Son Gain