Andrea began to feel rain drops drip down onto her skin. The rain was made of soil and some other unknown mixture that was a bit unsettling to the mind. She looked down at the boy she was holding aware that this rain would force an even worse infection on the child. Jez, death must have really wanted this boy? This in turn meant he needed more medical assistence....just great...<br/><br/>Right then , there was another scream coming from the city. Her heart had been thobbing for a while but it was manageable for the most part. She turned around to notice that the giant tree was moving or swaying in a way. It sent a small chill down her spine. It was then that she had an urge to turn back around to be facing a pile of corpses. The bodies themselves didn't really phaze her all that much. Except there was one small problem with the bodies...they were in a police uniform, and all had a tag on their shirt. Well, hot damn this was the one place she avoided ....constantly. There was a small glisten of reprieve at the fact that authoritarian law abiding building was taken down.<br/><br/>There was a bit of sound coming from underneath some rubble  from behind  her. This sound alerted her to the fact that there were possible survivors admist the chaos of the station's collapse. She turned around to see a male freeing a woman from being beneath a alcove of wood, and debri. The woman was pulled out had an injured leg but the male seemed unharmed. Both the male and woman noticed her and as they approached she could see a pistol laying in the man's right hand. It wasn't that unusual for a cop to have some sort of weapon, and the young man seemed capable of allowing the woman to lean on his shoulder for support.<br/><br/>â€œOh? More survivors?â€ The man's deep voice rang with what almost seemed like amusement. How could this even romotely be amusing? His head was glinting from the rain that was consistently drizzling around her. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a dead officer's body whose head had a bullet through his skull. Police stations can sometimes harbor deadly criminals? The thought passed through her brain for a mere second but it passed. She wasn't going to condemn a man ...that fast. Once was enough for her. She looked back down at the boy whispering a small tune of comfort for a few seconds.<br/><br/>â€œComon Jake, letâ€™s just go, thereâ€™s no point to wasting time with a couple of injured civilians.â€What the hell does wasting time mean? What was this pair's angle? Her stomach lurched at the thought that the pair seemed to be in search of something.<br/><br/>â€œWe ainâ€™t got nothing better to do Sam, might as well have some fun before we find shelter.â€ He looks at you with a cold gaze, â€œIsnâ€™t that right lady?â€<br/><br/>" No, I really don't want to know what sort of " fun" your looking for. I have a injured child of whom has lost his parents. So I would appreciate it if you find some other civilian to have fun with. " She spoke the words without thinking having already condemned him to being a criminal. On the fast track for trouble she is.<br/><br/>It wss then she realized her words were talking back to a possibly worse off in the head man than her. He could just simpily shoot her...or make her injured. The thought brought a shudder down her spine. " I suppose you will not be offering up much of a choice?"