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Elm crumples backward, the gag (a loose fit) falling from his mouth. He looked up at the man and his undead pets, trying to regain focus.
He managed to speak. "I- I don't know what you mean." He coughed, and felt a dull pain run through his chest.
Yes, he had seen the girl on the ground, and the bodies scattered across the woods. The sight of them would have terrified any other twelve-year-old, but Elm was not easily frightened, after his father's training.

Max looked around, now noticing the destruction. He'd been too focused on her to see it before, but now he wondered how he missed it. What could have caused all this, and how could this girl have stopped it? He leaned back and help up his hands away from what few weapons he had. "I am Max, and I mean you no harm. I was merely traveling here because I was told some one here could help me, but I guess there's no longer any help to be found. What is your name? And are you okay?"

Trinity was glad she wasn't in further danger. She let go of her defensive stance but not her guard, as she was once captain of the Royal Guard she rarely let down her guard. Even though Max is not her main concern there's always the possibility that "someone followed him here" or "someone sent him here". These thoughts made it hard for her to trust anyone, especially now.
"I am Trinity," she sniffs and wipes her eyes,"I think my wounds could use some medical attention *sniff* but *sniff* other then that... I'm..." her eyes began to well up again. She couldn't say it because in her mind it felt like everything fell apart. She didn't like people seeing her like this she felt that it made her look weak, she turned away from Max hiding her tears. Even admitting that she may need medical treatment, she could treat her own wounds if she needed to but she admitted that she could use some medical treatment because the resources around her right now are well completely scarce. Besides she had not seen a doctor in a while she could use a check up and she did endure a fierce battle she may have more injuries then she thought.

Elizabeth watched in horror as the destruction of her home began, a man dressed in gody clad colored clothing rot forth the dead to live, causing them to attack and destroy anything living around them, sadly for Liza, she was living, so the sixteen year old stood to her full height of 5'2. Her auburn red hair falling well past her slender white clothed waist. She had to flea from this area, and flea from it quickly.

Her blue eyes surveyed the area the best she could, she grabbed a few belongings, a few dresses to change into once her trip was complete, a brush for her soft hair, along with a few ties and jewels to help add the elegant look she held way to oftan. Sure, she wasn't royalty, but she was of noble blood. She then tied all the garments and belongings together, placing them in a burlap sack.

Elizabeth made her way down the stairs of her home, quick to pick up her orange and white tabby kitten, he did no one any harm, so why should he be left in this mess? As she turned the corner, she saw her mother and father both laid out in the floor, neither one held any color, besides their own blood stains. She felt tears threaten her pretty blues, but she couldn't let them fall, not now. She had to run now, her mother had said that if this day was to come -how she knew it would come was beyond Liza.- she was to run into the forest until things have settled, then she may return to seek answers. "I don't want answers." Liza said to herself in a sweet sing song voice as she quickly made a dash out the door.

The small girl made her trip as discretely as possible, avoiding any of the walking dead that she could. It was sickening to her to think that someone would toy with the dead in such a way, her sandaled foot fall barely audible to anyone but herself. Then she made it, safely out of the destroyed city, and into the safety of the forest walls. The tiny teenager watched in horror as her home was destroyed. Darkness had seemed to of just taken over. Then, the reality of it all hit her, and she collapsed against the forest floor, her tears falling far to quickly for anyone to stop.

Max was glad the older girl was able to bring herself together, he hated to hear crying. At her question he looked about the grim scene around them, it was his turn to hide his expression. "I was hoping to find someone here. Now, I pray she is no where near." His hand tightened around the wooden flute, hoping that it would somehow make his prayer come true.

The music.
Elm could hear it.
He swayed to it softly, on the forest floor. His captor was nowhere to be found.
He kept swaying once it was over.
Because it got him thinkng: Am I as deep in the woods as I thought?
And he took a chance. He yelled as loud as he could muster: "Help!"

Elizabeth heard the sudden cry for help. It sounded distant, but still in the same forest in which she resided. The red head quickly got to her feet, wiping her tears from her eyes, right now wasn't the time to grieve, she would have that chance later on. So, she put a stern face on, brushing stray strands of red out of her tear stricken face and began to try to find the source of the voice that had called for help.

It was a hard task, seeing that the trees caused his voice to muffle, she growled, closing her eyes. There would be a easier way of doing this, if someone was in these forest alive, she would be able to feel them, it was the biggest reason her parents kept the girl so sheltered, her ability, while it held no name yet, she knew that it could very well mean her life or her death if the wrong or right person was to seek it.

Liza closed her eyes, focusing her energy on seeking a living one, though, that was a bit difficult to do in place surrounded by life. The forest was a breathing thing itself, animals and plant life giving their own rhythmic pulse. Though, that wasn't what she was looking for, she was seeking that of a being, what sort, she wasn't sure. It wasn't too much longer and she registered with what she figured was the being that had called for help.

(Liza's power works rather strangely for her, once she finds -or rather feels- what it is she is looking for, her body sends out a magnetic pulse, attaching itself to the target, -in this case it's Elm- then, she follows the electric 'tug' to where the target can be found. )

Elizabeth followed the tugs until she reached what she suspected to be the cause of the cry for help. Though, the being that was a boy from the looks of it, about her age. She peeked from around the tree, searching him for any threats, after all that had just happened, who could blame her? "Are you okay?" her musical voice spilled from her mouth as she scanned the boy with her blue eyes, she didn't see anything threatening about him, so she came from behind her spot, toting her bag with her.