(Before I begin this chapter, let me explain something. You already know that Elizabeth has been missing for almost two months. But, she's only been missing for two months in LONDON, NOT in the Apocalyptic world. See, for every month spent in Ciel's world, thats four months in (F/n)'s world. So, Elizabeth had actually been missing for almost 8 months. Don't get confused. Also, this chapter is, I believe, rather depressing and sad. It also contains a bit of gore so if you don't like that, skip the flashback. Enjoy!!)

(F/n)'s PoV

Four months later

I was laying down on top of a building with Lizzy beside me. A long time has past since I first met her. She was so timid and shy and especially scared. But the difference from then and now is phenomenal. She's so strong and brave now.

She got up and started practicing a few feet away from me with her two swords which the handles were Pink with red roses on them. She's wearing a short fluffy pink and black skirt we got from a mall that went just above her knees. A black long sleeved shirt with a pink cat face on top. She has a revolver strapped to her thigh that's beneath her skirt. She has the holders of her two swords strapped to her back. And a pocket knife strapped to her arm.

(These are what her weapons look like. I drew it. Its mine!! Pretend there are two swords instead of one.)

She also had cut her hair a little shorter and now has a short ponytail instead of long pigtails. As for me, I'm wearing black leggings with shorts on top of that and a/an (F/c) T-shirt with a skull on it and black boots with white shoe laces. I have two guns strapped to each of my thighs and another gun strapped to my waist. I also have a knife strapped to my arm.

She's so bad ass and yet she can be such a kid when she wants to. The fire in her eyes are so strong and it's something so valuable in this corrupted world. She makes me want to protect her with all I've got. I want to protect her, to protect that strong fire, I don't want to lose her. Not like the others.

"Lizzy, come here." I said as I waved her over here. "What is it?" She asked as she bent a little towards me. I pulled her down by her arm and held her tight in a hug. "Rawr!!! Im a Lurker!! Blargh!!!" She started laughing and giggling like a cute kid. "Hahaha! That tickles!"

I smiled being happy that she's so alive, and still has the heart to smile and laugh in a world like this. I really do want to protect her. I sighed as my arms slowly slid off her arm and fell to the ground. She layed on my arm and looked at my face, and I looked at hers.

"Hey (F/n), can I ask a question?" She asked me with some hope in her eyes. "Sure. What do you want to ask me Buttercup?" I questioned her with a small smile. "What did you do when the breakout happened?" The words that left her mouth gave me a frown.

"Do you really want to know?" I asked with hesitation. "Yes.. If you're ok with telling me of course." She said with her confidence faltering a little. "Ok. Ill only tell you if you tell me how you survived for 13 years in this apocalypse. Deal?" I asked. "Yes, deal." She answered with hesitence in her voice.

"Ok... Well.. It started when I was nine."

Flashback....Sorry.................................

I was eating dinner in the kitchen with my older sister and her boyfriend. My sisters' and my mother died of cancer and our father died in a car crash when I was six. So I live with her and her boyfriend. They love each other very much and he never abuses her like a bad boyfriend.

It was peace and quiet when all of a sudden, we heard screaming coming from outside. I got scared and went over to my sister as her boyfriend got up to go check what was going on outside. He opened the door and saw several people screaming and running around with others limping after them.

He witnessed one person get tackled from someone else and saw how that person bit into the other person's neck ripping the flesh off, causing them to cough up blood and choke on it. I was so scared and I hugged my sister tighter as her boyfriend urged me and my sister to pack up and get ready to leave. When I filled up my backpack with a bunch of clothes, a pencil pack, five sharpeners, and my sketchbook, I went down stairs and saw my sister crying.

I saw her boyfriend shove a gun to her, saying to take it so she could protect herself. She kept saying no, and I started crying. I was so scared and I didn't know what was going on. He picked me up in his arms taking a pocket knife and putting it in my backpack as well as bullets and giving my sister a gun, having one of his own. We left the house after that and got into his car.

We started driving to go find somewhere safe, until someone got infront of his car and caused us to crash. I was ok physically, but not mentally. I sat there, in horror, watching my sister scream as blood poured out through her mouth as someone bit right into her delicate neck. Her boyfriend cried and took out his gun shooting the person in the chest, then shoulder, and finally it's head, completely killing it.

He checked his lovers pulse and with a heavy heart, grabbed her gun and pulled himself out the car picking me up in his arms, wiping my tears away like a father would do. I asked him if my sister was ok. And he said she was just taking a nap, and that she would be safe as long as she was asleep. He told me not to worry, and that we would come back and get her when she woke up. And I believed him. Then we left.

We spent nearly half a year together, with him always protecting me from the people he called Lurkers. I've seen him shoot them with guns or shove a knife in their eye. He always said not to worry because he wasn't hurting them, just putting them to sleep. And I believed him. He always said that he'll always be there to protect me from harm, and always take care of me and that he was always ok and happy, and I believed him.

But he lied. My sister never woke up, he killed everyone he shot or shoved a knife into whether it was dead or alive, he was never happy, he was never ok, and he never kept his promise of always protecting me. He killed himself with his gun. He lied...

After that, it was kill or be killed for me. The moment I saw his dead body, I picked up his gun, and his bullets, and walked away. I walked away from him. Why? Because he lied and he never bothered to say goodbye. He wanted to save himself by putting himself to sleep, permanently at that. But I understood. Because I probably would've done the same.

I was alone. And I've been alone for fifteen years. I never wanted to get close to any human because I didn't want to bear the pain of losing them. I took care of myself and survived. The only friends I've ever had were Jack and Mark. They've been with me for 4-8 years. I've had Jack since he was three and mark since he was four. I was ok with them, and I didn't need anyone else.

Flashback ends......................................

To be continued...... Sorry..

(Remember when I typed in the first chapter that this was originally split in half? Yeah, well I added the flashback because I realized that it was below one thousand... And now its kinda too long so I split it in half again... But whatever! Hope you'll forgive me! Sorry... Also, I'm currently in the hospital as I type this underlined part. Im super sicko so wish me better! Thank You!)