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「 four. I know who you pretend I am, I know who you pretend I am . 」
THE TWILIGHT SKY GLISTENED COLDLY THROUGH THE TORN ROOF OF THE ABANDONED BUILDING. Inside, a young brunette with the heavy weight of a bite adorning her arm, lay sleeping. A couple of feet away, a golden-coated dog lay sprawled over the grassy floor, releasing soft snores every couple of minutes.
The one person who wasn't greeted by the peace of sleep was Elizabeth Dean.
Aside from Tess and Joel's whispering, something about laying five feet away from a girl who could, at any moment, shift into a dangerous, mindless killer left a dry taste in her mouth.
Elizabeth used a red flannel she'd had stored in her bag to cover herself from the cold. Unfortunately, the material did little to protect her from the breeze that circled her.
For the umpteenth time that night, Elizabeth turned on her side, noticing Tess and Joel in a whispering argument, she closed her eyes.
All night long Tess and Joel had been taking shifts. One of them would sleep for an hour or too and the other would take watch, then vice versa.
"We need to keep an eye on them, Tess. Look at them. That one's got a fuckin' bite, the other could have god knows what." The man stressed, sparing them both a look overflowing with suspicion.
The woman scoffed, "you think I don't know that? But we made a deal, alright? Besides, they're just cargo." She stated, "we'll have to move soon. You take another hour, I'll keep watch."
The two bickered for another minute, Joel finally giving in to his counterpart and taking a hesitant nap.
Joel and Tess were strange. To Elizabeth anyway. Their bickering didn't come from a place of malice, or dislike. They protected each other, and they cared for each other. Elizabeth had pondered the thought of maybe they were married, or romantic partners. She wasn't sure.
"you and your friend argue a lot."
Tess' gaze fell onto the curled up blonde that lay on the grass. Tess had assumed both girls were quick to fall asleep, both of them yawning noticeably by the time they'd reached a safe space.
The woman kicked her lips, looking down, "yeah, well kid, that's life." She mumbled.
"But you care about each other though, I can tell." Elizabeth responded.
"We've known each other a long time." Tess stated simply, "what's the deal with you and dog? I assume it's yours—turned on your friend when it saw sensed something was wrong."
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