Nathan reached for the bell, waving it in the air, and watched as the camp started buzzing to life like a hive of bees in danger.

Scott was the first to be at the gates with a kitchen knife in his hand, calling up to Nathan.
"Blackblood!?"
Nathan glanced at the girl with white hair that was closer now, she was walking slowly but didn't shamble like the older Blackbloods did.

"I don't think so! Looks like a survivor, girl!"

For a few moments, it felt like everything was slow, the gates creaked open and the girl stopped walking. Nathan knew he shouldn't leave his post but his curiosity was worse than a cat.
He started walking down the wooden stairs to the ground, making his way through the crowd and already hearing Scott address her before getting a good look.

"Who are you?"
"White."

Nathan got a closer look at the girl, she was probably just a little younger than him.
The first word she said was clear as if she had been asked a million times but it made little to no sense, Scott felt that.
"No, I mean what is your name? What base did you come from?"

The girl seemed unsure how to answer and shuffled her feet, the dirtied gown that once was white swaying.

"White, Home."
Nathan spoke up, catching her ice eyes.

"Your name is White? Where's your home?"

White nodded and then pointed back from where she was walking, still shuffling her feet which is when he saw she was shoeless and covered in scratches.
Nathan took a step forward but Scott lifted the kitchen knife making him stop, he narrowed his eyes on White.

"You came from the Forbidden without any weapons, without any injuries, and just happened to have stumbled upon us."

The wariness was definitely warranted, the direction White had pointed to was the way to the Forbidden.
Its name is exactly as intended, it was an area on a map you couldn't go to unless you wanted certain death.

There to the North East from their base was where the breakout happened and the largest nest lived, exactly where White pointed towards.

White gave him a look, it was almost like she had been insulted.
"Yes."

Scott clutched onto the knife and lightly twirled it in the air towards her,
"Turn, slowly. Check for bite marks."
As ordered she turned revealing nothing, she was completely bare.

Nothing to suggest a lone survivor.

Nathan felt his curiosity grow as he spoke up, he wasn't really supposed to and he'd probably be scolded later but he couldn't help himself.

"How did you survive?"

White rubbed her shoulder clearly uncomfortable, clearing her throat.
"Home...Doctors...run."

Scott glanced back at Nathan who was already taking steps closer to her, his heartbeat racing.
"Doctors? What kind?"
His voice was urgent but not loud enough to cause an alarm to White, who fought to find the word.

"I...I..."

Nathan couldn't bare to wait for Scott's approval, running past him and holding up a photo he carried on him, of his dad and him.
Lifting it and asking as calmly as he could,
"Was he one?"

White watched his face before her eyes traveled to the picture and a large smile formed, her hand thumping lightly against her chest.

"Doctor Nice!"

She recognized him, that was certain, he was a scientist, not a doctor but that didn't matter.
"Is he alive!?"
White brushed her fingers against the picture quickly before nodding,

"Safe, I keep him safe, he saved me so I keep safe."

Nathan's face fell slightly as she spoke, his voice coming out shakier than he hoped.

"Who are you?"

For a moment her face was blank before she lit up and tilted her head, pointing at Nathan.

"Big Brother."
She pointed at herself,
"Little Sister."