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[WolfBrother]

Dean Martin

Dean stayed crouched behind the shrub along with Delia until the soldiers were in their truck and out of sight. "I believe so.." He agreed with Delia's comment about luck being on their side. He couldn't help but smile at Delia enthusiasm when they saw the tops of buildings in the distance. "Alright.." He laughed, by the way she spoke, Dean knew he was talking about him. What could you say? He likes to impress the ladies.

When they arrived to the city, Dean hesitated. He knew this place, at least, he thinks he does. There was no doubt that he had been here before but he just couldn't put his finger on it. But then it hit him, this was his home, this this where it all started. Where he met Ana, where he went to school, Dawn being bown, and when he had his first love. As Dean tried to fight the memories of everything that came rushing back into his mind he heard Delia's speak about how this place wasn't picked dry already. "Yeah... It's weird." He agreed. As they watched the night sky Dean thought it would have been a good time to kiss her again, but, he chickened out. When they reached the hotel room and noticed there was only one bed he heard Delia sigh and say he could have it. "No," he paused, "You have the bed. I don't need a comfortable place to close my eyes. Besides, Some one has to keep watch. I can go days without sleep and still manage a 20 mile hike. You sleep." He demanded nicely, even given a small smile.

[FantasyDawn]

Anya Rose Williams

     Anya watched the others from the branch she was sitting how they were walking around.Some of the kids started playing around games like tag,hide-and-seek and many more.How much she wished she would have played with someone when she was their age.Getting tired of her hair getting in her eyes(because it was a little windy),she tied it into a ponytail.
     Her  attention was caught by two people walking near the tree.It didn't took her long to recognise Emma-Louise and Hunter.The assasin spotted her and it looked like she was going to take out her knife,thinking she could've been an intruder but luckily,she recognised her aswell."Hello Em!Anya greeted her,calling her by a nickname she would oftenely use to adress to her instead using her full name.Emma nodded her head in sign of greeting and continued walking with Hunter.Another hours passed by,Anya decided to walk behind the apartment building,where some of the trainees used to meet.There was no specific hour when they came there,sometimes there were no one around.The only thing she prayed was to not find Lucy or Bella,two trainee girls older than her that used to bully her.It wasn't like she wouldn't fight back,but two against one,not fair.
       She made her way there and found nobody but a figure that was climbing over the fence.It was undoubtly Ana-Lucia.She must've left the camp again and came back.But by the way she was walking,she could tell something was wrong.She ran towards her and saw that she looked terribly,and that,yes,it was a deep cut under her eye."What happened to you?"she asked,showing concern to the leader.   

[lionheart2061]

Ana-Lucia

As she tried to get to her room without being noticed she was stopped by Anya, asking what had happened. "Nothing." She protested, for one Anya was too young to be aware of the business  Ana does outside the camp. So, she walked passed her and headed to her room, the door was cracked a little so she could hear if anyone was coming or if something went wrong. As she washed her face to get rid of all the dirt and to clean out her wounds she bit the inside of her lip to hold the screams in. The water was brunig her cuts, and her eye eye was looking worse. "Damnit." She mumbled, there were no more anti-biotics left, now she was praying Delia and Dean would return soon and safe. Ana let her hands fill with water as she held her breath and splashed her face.  

[silverMarie]

Not going to be able to post till sometime tomorrow. Sorry x.x)

[Star12]

Emma-Louise Weran
The dark-haired woman watched silently as the day passed, she had read her book a while ago and was leaning against the door frame. She sighed and walked over to her bed, pulling off the thin sheet and pillow. She glanced outside, the weather was nice, but it was still lightly raining. She shrugged on her jacket and headed outside, the sheet trailing along the muddy ground. She hoisted it up over her shoulder and approached the tree on the outskirts of the camp, its branches were thick but there were few of them. She threw the sheet and pillow up so that it draped over one of the highest branches. Emma-Louise pulled herself up onto the first branch, and began to make her way to the sheet and pillow. Once she reached the top, she arranged the cushion so that it propped against the trunk and the sheet so that it provided a thin layer of warmth for her when night came. The young woman leaned against the rough bark of the trunk, singing very quietly to herself. She often came here to think and would usually spend the night in the tree, on the look out for any unwanted visitors.

[silverMarie]

Delia Zambrano

Delia crossed her arms then plopped down, just like a child "But I already laid out my sleeping bag." she smirked. She quickly slipped into her sleeping bag with her head where her feet were supposed to go, her feet hanging out the open end. She began to laugh "See, all ready for bed..Kind of.." Delia laid in there for a moment "Besides I'm used to the floor." Finally, she wiggled out of the sleeping bag and was sitting crossed-legged on the wood floor. She looked over to the bed, it was about a queen size. They could always share the bed, if it came down to that. "You just have the bed, really." She smiled. To be honest, Delia wasn't even tired, She would probably be up for a few more hours. Delia sighed then stood up and went out to the balcony, luckily the moon was still shining bright in the sky, lighting up the ruined city.

She wrapped her arms around her torso, it was chilly out, too cold to be sleeping outside, lucky for them; they were inside. Hopefully tomorrow night will be a little warmer when they will be sleeping outside. Delia placed her hands on the cold metal that wrapped around the platform "It really is nice out, minus the cold weather. Sometimes cold can be nice though." She looked over to Dean "Do you think we would have ever met if this never happened? I sometimes wonder if I would have ever met all these amazing people if things stayed 'normal." Delia asked before looking back at the moon "There are times where I wish the world went back to the way it was, but then I think that I might have never met you guys if this didn't happen." She sighed "What were your plans before all this happened?" Delia looked down at the ground below "I wanted to have a family by now, but the president ruined that for me." Delia felt a warm tear slowly roll down her cheek. Delia looked into his eyes, she sat there for a moment before looking away. She wanted to tell him how she felt about him but she was afraid, afraid of being hurt again. "Maybe we should lay down, so we don't sleep in."

[WolfBrother]

Dean Martin

Dean threw his head back while laughing a bit, "Right.." He said looking down at where Delia had laid out her sleeping bag. As Delia argued for Dean to take the bed he gave a her a soft eyebrow lift, thinking that it was big enough for the both of them. But, he also believed it would be inappropriate to say so, and Dean wasn't that type of guy, at least not anymore. Dean's eyes couldn't help but follow as Delia walked out to the balcony, sighing in a bit of relief as he saw the moon still high in the sky.

He gave a her a soft look as she spoke about the cold weather, nodding his head in agreement. "I don't know..." Dean admitted, returning the look to Delia. As she asked him what he would have done if things didn't happen how they did, he looked to the ground. "I was in the Navy Seals, wanted to settle down with the woman I had loved. But..." At this point Dean was holding tears back, he never spoke about what had happened a week before Ana-Lucia offered him a job on the Raiderz team. As Delia opened up about how she wished she could started a family, Dean wrapped his arms around her waist and wiped away the tear that had wandered from her eye. 'Kiss her you idiot! Do it now.' He yelled at himself. He wanted too, but, then the thought of Alice creeped into his mind. The way he felt when the patrollers took her captive and how he failed to rescue her. Deep down Dean knew he had to let her go, but he just wasn't ready. 6 months wasn't enough time to get over someone you had loved for 5 years, not for Dean. "Right..." Dean nodded before heading back inside.
'Dammit' he thought after he passed up the opportunity to lay one on her. Dean was blind to see Delia's true feelings for him, and the ones he had towards her was undefined to him, he wasn't sure what he felt, but, he knew it was something for sure.






Dawn Marie Martin

As Dawn was playing with a few other kids her age, she felt a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach. Sure enough, Dawn vomited up her dinner before fainting to the wet and muddy ground. "Help!" One of the kids screamed, couple of seconds later Dotty ran over who was just next door in one of the tents. "Oh my god, someone, go find Ana-Lucia. Quick!" She ordered as she lifted Dawn into her arms and hurrying to the living room, laying her down softly on the old and dusty couch. She felt her forehead while the other kids were telling what had happened, although, Dotty wasn't a nurse or doctor, she knew Dawn was burning up and she had a temperature.
The elder lady rushed to find a rag or something she could get wet to place it on the young girl's head to cool her off, until Ana arrived.

[silverMarie]

Delia Zambrano

Delia still wasn't tired, even though she felt like she could sleep for years. She laid there for what seemed like ages, trying to sleep but her mind was on other things. She needed to walk, walk anywhere. She slowly and quietly exited her sleeping bag then looked at Dean, who she couldn't tell was asleep or not, before leaving the room. Delia walked down the empty hall, well at least she thought it was empty. Thoughts swarmed her mind, like busy bees in a hive. There were so many answer less questions racing through her head that it gave her a headache. She was so deep in thought she didn't realize how far she went away from the room they had occupied for the night "Crap, better get back." she said to herself as she made her way back to the room. Suddenly she heard something, it sounded all too familiar. A truck's engine. "- Content Removed by Moderator -! They followed us."

"Find the girl! She is the one who took out our men!" Delia was confused, she hadn't touched them, Dean was the one who saved her. Maybe the man who called for help thought it was her "Dammit.." Delia had to make sure they didn't find Dean, if she were caught he could tell Ana. She also didn't want him t get hurt. Delia had to think, but she didn't have long. They were in the building. Delia just did what her mind told her to do; run. She ran down the hall then down the stairwell, she had to get them away from here. She ran through the lobby where the men were walking around "There!" Bullets rang through the lobby "Moron! Don't kill her! He wants to talk to her!" Delia's heart raced, she could hear them behind her. A pack of wolves were chasing their prey. Delia crossed the street "She's getting away!" Delia almost smiled "No she's not." her smile left when the pain struck her. A single bullet had been shot at her thigh "You idiot!" The man that shot her chuckled "Don't worry, I just got her leg. It's not even that bad, just a flesh wound." Delia was flipped onto her back, the barrel of the rifle pointed at her face "Come on." Delia was pulled to her feet by two men "Get your hands off of me!" she yelled as she began to thrash around. The men tightened their grips on her arms "Hurry up!" The man commanded who was holding the truck door open.

The men threw Delia into the back of the truck, where they held the prisoners. She yelled at the top of her lungs as she beat her fists on the doors. It was no use. Soon the truck revved to life and powered down the road. Delia started crying, not because she was sad or scared, but because she was furious. She looked down at her injured leg, luckily her left leg wasn't too damaged, but it still hurt. Suddenly the truck flipped. Delia was thrown around while the truck flipped, who knows how many times, before coming to a stop on it's back. Delia was dazed, but not too injured, she had a few gashes and cuts. She sat there for a moment, trying to collect her bearings before trying to escape. The back door had come loose and only took a few kicks before it flew open. "Where am I?" she asked herself as she exited the vehicle. She couldn't be too far from where they had caught her. She knew she had to hurry, if they were alive they would come looking for her, she and Dean needed to leave. She limped down the road, she looked like she just walked out of a horror movie. She had a large gash on her forehead that was bleeding rather heavily, painting her once gray t-shirt red.

Soon, the city came into the distance, just as the sun began to rise. They were a day late, they would have been back to camp already if they weren't slowed down. Delia was exhausted, so exhausted. She would do anything to just lay down and sleep. Finally, the hotel came into view, a smile of relief came to her face. She had to find Dean and tell him it was time to leave. It didn't take long to find him. She wrapped her arms around his torso, she has never been so happy to see anyone in her life. She fell to her knees, exhaustion taking over "We have to go, they will be coming." She laid her head on his chest, she was fighting sleep, she knew they weren't safe here. Delia tried to stand but just fell down, not from her injuries, her body just needed to rest, but she didn't want to. "Let's just go, I'm fine." she insisted. It was hard to change her mind once she had it set, but she couldn't deny that she could seriously hurt herself if she pushed her body to hard "Okay, maybe I'll rest for a few minutes."

I hope this post was okay, I tried PMing you but it wouldn't go through. If you want me to change it, feel free to say so C:
Sorry for the long post X.X I tried to keep it short..It didn't work out very well.)

[WolfBrother]

((Haha, no worries. And your post is fine by the way. ))

Dean Martin

A few moments after Dean had laid down he was out cold, I guess you could say he was more tired than he thought. As the Marksman had fell into a deep sleep the world around him had disappeared and he started to picture the world how it once was. It was like he was looking through another man's eyes when a picture of him and Alice showed, they were holding hands while sitting on the tailgate of his truck, Ana-Lucia was with her boy toy, Jack next to them. Things seemed to be perfect you could say. As the dream Dean went to kiss his girlfriend, he paused. Soon, Delia was standing behind Alice a couple of yards away, uncontrollably, he walked towards her not hesitating to lean in for a kiss, when he snapped out of it. He wasn't aware of the guns fired nor what was happening to Delia, not until he saw her rushing through the door and flinging her arms around him.
 At first he was shocked at the site, speechless. "What the hell happened to you!?" He demanded as he followed Delia to her knees, her head on his chest. When she warned them about they were coming, who knew exactly who she meant. "No, you're not fine. You need to rest." He argued as Delia tried to persuade him into believing she was OK. When she finally came to her senses and rested, Dean took it upon himself to tear pieces of the bed's sheet and wrap it around her leg, just over her bullet wound. It won't heal it, but it will stop the bleeding a bit. For the gash on her forehead, he managed to find a half bottle of Alcohol and a rag. Instead of pouring the Alcohol, he damped the rag and gently patted the wound. He saved the Alcohol for later used, perhaps when she is awake.

 As Delia laid passed out on the bed, Dean went ahead and packed the bags, grabbing all the supplies they brought with them, and the ones Delia had snagged with Food, water, and medicine. He could tell by the way Delia was positioned that she was out cold, and probably won't wake up for a good while, but he also knew they must head out, at least if they wanted a good lead. So, he swung the bags onto his back, places a few inside each other to save room, and lifted her into his arms before nudging the door open and heading back home.

((If you want me to change something, just let me know.))

[silverMarie]

Delia Zambrano

Delia was out cold in a matter of seconds of laying on the bed. Her dreams were painful and peaceful at the same time. Happiness also took over her dreams, dreams of old times when life was 'normal'. Then her dream turned into a terrible nightmare. The once sunflower covered field turned into a wasteland,covered in waste and burnt ground. She didn't know what to do, she just ran, she ran for help. She ran for Dean. But there was no help in sight, she was alone. Then there he was, he looked as if he were glowing, she ran to him. Then he was shot down, just like all her friends have been. Then she woke up. Her cheeks were moist from her tears, at least she was out of that nightmare. She looked up and saw Dean, he was carrying her. She yawned, how long was she asleep? It didn't seem like a long time but it was about 8 p.m judging by the sun.

She kept her head against his chest, she wished she could stay like this but he couldn't carry her forever. "I can walk." she said through a yawn. When her feet touched the ground she stumbled forward, her muscles still not ready to carry her weight. She grabbed onto Dean, waiting for her body to be ready to carry itself. Finally, she was able to walk on her own, but with a slight limp. When she looked at where they were she knew they were close to the shed they had slept in "Thanks, for carrying me. And cleaning my cut." Delia stayed close to him, in case she stumbled, but she was confident she could walk. Soon, the sun began to set "Wow, it's pretty." she stopped to admire the beauty of the setting sun, she missed watching the sun set and rise. She grabbed Dean's hand then smiled at him before looking back at the sun "We should keep moving. We can't risk them catching up to us." With their hands still locked she began to head towards the shed that was about a mile ahead of them.

Once they arrived at the small shed again Delia was tired again. "If you want to keep going, we can." For once Delia thought it would be a good idea to stop "Actually, you need rest." she poked his chest "You have been walking all day." Delia bent down to retrieved her sleeping bag then laid it out. She was quick to slide in and lay down. She waited for Dean to lay down before, while in her sleeping bag, to wiggle next to him. When she was as close as she could get she faced him "Sleep well." she said with a smile before falling sleep.