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- Posted: Sun, 22 Apr 2012 09:14:13 +0000
Marcy listened to the two talk. Since when had Lawrence been so sentimental? He had always been hard to talk to. He never let anyone know what he was feeling, and he hardly ever talked. She had considered it an accomplishment when she had made him smile, and when he had started to confide in her. She had never thought he'd be able to open up to anyone else. She could have laughed at anyone who said he'd develop feelings for and comfort a little girl on the same day that he met her. Heck, she would have laughed if they said he would have taken care of the girl after running into her, even if her father had died. Marcy couldn't help but wonder if she had managed to make him this way before the breakout, or if someone else had helped him to open up. Either way, she was glad that he did. Maybe now, he would smile more. As they landed, Marcy cocked her guns and jumped out, checking the perimeter of the roof. "You said it was overrun with vampires, right?" She called to Lawrence. "Yeah. And not the good kind either." Since when did he say "yeah"? "That's what I really hate about all of this. Why wont people understand that there are good and bad vampires, just like there are of humans?" She swung and shot a vampire through the head as he leaped at her. He seemed to be the only one on the roof, so she relaxed her stance and turned to watch Lawrence jump down from the helicopter, the bags swung over one shoulder and Abbey being cradled in his arms. "Let's go."