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Heinrich picked her up gently and brought her into the room with his bed and slipped her under the covers. He went back to the 'living room' and curled up on the couch. He fell asleep smiling, knowing that there was something still living that he could talk to.

Heinrich was sprawled out on his couch. Sometime during the night he had lost everything he was wearing save for his boxers. He had a dopey look on his face and one of his hands was fisted in his hair. He was mumbling something about, 'Please?' and 'I want this.'

A fairly big busted woman walked through the streets with a swag only big shots in the army had. Heat sensor goggles were on her face as well as an earphone that could hear a fly fart a mile away. A unnecessarily big gun in one hand and a Molotov cocktail in the other. An AK-47, one of the best Russian guns ever, and a sniper rifle both strapped to her back. Throwing knives were attached to her thighs. She was clad in a very tight fitting leather suit that just barely contained her large breasts, and high heels. She looked so improbable...but she was real, she was there, and she kicked a**. No one messed with a Russian solider and got away with it. Lets see how these flesh eaters liked the taste of her metal and steel.

Something rustled behind the well endowed woman. She snapped around to see a living dead rushing at her. Her body relaxed instead of cowering in fear. She didn't have that ability. To cower. It was only one. And a shot would alert others. And she didn't want to waste. The second it got close enough...

SHE KICKED IT IN THE FACE.

The sound of bone cracking and breaking was soft and was like music to her ears. Once it was on the floor she finished it off by stepping on it's neck. When it had been effectively silenced she fell quiet herself and steadied her breathing that had been brought up by just a tad. She closed her eyes and listened for anything unusual. Nope. Nothing yet...YET. There was that key word. She hated being out in the open like this...but in this city it was more dangerous to be in a car. With all this debris laying around. It was clearly ineffective and rather dangerous. She would rather take her chances with snapping necks. He eyes scanned the area. No heat was being picked up. Good.

Rose suddenly heard footsteps. Rapid ******** footsteps. To fast to be anything dead...unless they were mutating. Which at this point could be a possibility. She snapped her head around and had a knife in her hand. She was poised to fling it once she saw the whites of the attackers eyes. Her body was still relaxed. The systema commands that it be so at all times.

Her eyes trailed over the new comer. He looked human enough. His body wasn't over heating like the walking dead. It was at normal body temp. She kept the knife in her hand but turned off the heat vision goggles and went closer to him. Not raggedy like the dead. He was in fact, human, and thats all she cared about. She approached him, mind you with knife still in hand, and nodded slightly. "I am Roza." She said simply. You could tell she had a prominent accent. "How did you find me? Your not hunting me down, Da? I will have to kill you if you are." She turned back on her heat vision goggles. If he was lying she would be able to tell...and kill him.

She nodded and slipped her knife back in it's holder. It seemed he was telling the truth. "I see. I came here to find a vessel to take me back to Russia. I am a Russian black ops. I got caught up in this mess and now i do not know how to get back to the motherland." She said in a deadly tone. "Do you have a place of rest?"