Apocalypse
David's POV

Everyone had woken up and started out around sunrise, where there was enough light to see by. They had filled their bags with as much as they could, mostly non-perishable items. They had traveled for multiple hours before Heather put her arm out to stop them.

"Zombies, tons of them. Up there at that small building." Heather squinted and leaned forward a little. "Are those... Are their two people up there on the roof?"

"We can take on that large horde!" Mikhail laughed almost maniacally, charging forward before any of them could stop him. They raced after him, but stopped dead when the people pulled out two large guns and pointed them at the horde.

"Get back, you complete idiot!" The girl on the roof yelled at Mikhail, annoyance in her voice. "Unless you want to be reduced to nothing!" The guy next to her laughed, a light and excitement in his eyes as he adjusted his black hat and readied his slightly scratched, black Barrett M82A1.

Mikhail jogged back over to the group, a wide smile on his face. He flipped the knives around, switching it back and forth between his hands. All of them watched, in awe, as the two strangers laid to waste the horde below them. Their bullets rained down like a hailstorm, ripping and tearing through the zombies like they were made of paper, blood painting the asphalt. When they were done, not one was left standing, some body parts left strewn across the road. He was glad he and Monica had covered Sofie's eyes and ears so she didn't have to see the bloodbath.

The girl on top of the roof slung her gun and the guys gun across her back and climbed down off the roof and made her way towards them, the guy following after her wearing a very large black bag. Everything about the girl, even the way she walked, screamed that she knew she was strong, brave, beautiful, and independent.

She had bleached hair to her shoulders, black at the roots. She wore a shirt that showed her midriff, tight, ripped blue jeans, black combat boots, and a matching black jacket. Her eyes were electric blue, and framed by dark mascara and eye shadow that only made them more pronounced. She must be very dedicated when she was still putting on make-up in the middle of an apocalypse.

"I'm Mikhail," Mikhail introduced himself as she walked by.

"I see," She looked at him with half interest as she kept walking. "You're the moron that almost got reduced to pieces. Word of advice? Stay out of my way or you'll get yourself killed."

"Oh, I like her," He heard Mikhail say to Heather. She hit him on the arm to quiet him as the new guy walked past.

He had a childish look of delight on his face as if he had just gotten a rush off of an amusement park ride. He had brown eyes and hidden underneath his hat, he had dark red hair. He was wearing a dark grey hoodie and dirty, stained blue jeans, which were frayed at the bottom, and scuffed, cut-up black steel toe work boots. At his side in a holster was a metallic silver Colt M1911 pistol, and beside it, a pocket knife.

"Name's Keith," the guy put out his hand, gesturing to the girl next to him. "And this hot babe here—"

"Will knock your teeth in if you ever call me that again," the girl beside him said with a glare, snapping the gum she was chewing. She stared at each of them, but when her eyes landed on him, it was lingering. She looked him up and down and then nodded, having seemed to silently decide something. "I'm Raven. So where are you all headed?" She was addressing him directly.

"We are going to find my sister, there might be a safe place for us there," he said, not wanting to give her too much info.

"So you're the person in charge then?"

"I mean, none of us really are. We are following my map, but if anyone is in charge it's H—"

"Good, glad to hear it. I'm sure you won't mind if we tag along then?" Raven smiled at him, "Keith and I have the gun power. Wouldn't hurt, would it?"

He looked at the rest of his group, searching for their answers. The look on Monica's face was anything but willing. But Heather gripped the strap of her bag tightly and nodded, answering for the rest of the group.

"We don't mind. More the merrier, right?" Heather forced a smile, making it obvious she definitely wasn't fond of Raven, but couldn't deny the fact the extra help would be a smart choice. "If we are going to be traveling together, we should at least introduce ourselves. I'm Heather. This is Monica, Sofie, and David. And you already know this is Mikhail."

Heather gestured to each person as she said their names. Mikhail twirled his knives and grinned, obviously trying to show off to Raven. Her eyebrows raised at him, but that was about all the reaction she gave.

"All right, this is going to be fun!" Keith put up his hand for a high five with Raven, but she just shrugged past him with a roll of her eyes as everyone started down the road again. Keith put his hand down, but looked anything but defeated or disappointed. Raven sidled up to Mikhail and engaged in a conversation that made his eyes light up. He watched as Mikhail went as far as running up to kick a zombies arm that had been separated from the rest of it's body just to show her how far it would go. It seemed like a match made in heaven.

He felt a rough hand pull him to the back of the group. Monica.

"I don't like her," Monica admitted, her voice low. "She's..." She trailed off.

"Yeah... I get what you mean. But just because she has a shitty personality and a bad-ass persona that she lets off, doesn't mean that having her on the team isn't a good choice. You just saw what she and Keith did to that horde. We need them."

"We could do just fine without them," Monica said, "Or at least without her."

He squeezed her hand in reassurance and she managed a small smile back at him.

"As long as we have each other, right?" He said, swinging their joined hands between them as they walked. She gave a short laugh, a sound he would never get tired of hearing.

"Yeah. As long as we got each other," Monica repeated.