Amber
Amber walked down the street, one plastic bag in one hand and a brown paper bag in the other. She whistled softly to herself, the high collared sweater she'd put on covering up her bar code. She looked around her out of habit, making sure no one was following her. Until she caught a glimpse of the skin. Almost grey. With a greenish shirt over it. Her silver-grey eyes turned wide in fear. "Teressa. Manticore." She thought as she looked forward and walked faster, feeling her hair shift to a blonde. People stared at her curiously, watched her hair change right in front of them. She felt a tremor run through her body and closed her eyes, trying to stop it. All of the X-series had seizures. They needed Tryptophan, something their body didn't naturally make. So they either drank a lot of milk, or they took a vitamin whose main ingredient was Tryptophan.
Amber'd never given anyone her name out when she got to the city, after the Pulse hit. Everything was in disarray anyways. So who noticed a twelve year-old girl wandering alone down the streets? And who paid attention to the hospital gown material clothing that stuck to her body, clinging to her as sweat trickled down her face? She was sweating because she hadn't taken Tryptophan in almost a week. The seizures felt like they were getting worse until she first met Max. The girl was a couple years older than her. And she had several bottles of milk in a messenger bag around her shoulder. She gave one to Amber, letting the seizures stop. And they'd seperated, for both of their safeties.