Each moment that passed marked a small victory in her book, a small victory that, while it may not count for much in the grand scheme of things, meant the world to her. It was becoming harder and harder to tell who was truly with them, who were the allies she could trust.<br/><br/>Her band of deviants hadn't been together for all that long, only having found each other about six months into the attack. They'd formed a tattered alliance, none wanting to stay alone in the state of the world. They each brought something new to the table, something that could be used in the fight at their doorstep.<br/><br/>And who was she to turn that down?<br/><br/>Evelin rarely slept anymore, opting to take watches more often than most, feeling too vulnerable when she closed her eyes. Granted, that meant it was harder to come around when she did eventually let herself fall to unconsciousness, but that was a risk she was willing to take.<br/><br/>The night's events had been dull, nothing eventful happening, apart from a rabid dog wandering into her midst, setting its sights on her. No aliens had come to call.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">So far so good...</span>she let herself think with a small smile as she stretched, rising from her post. Scuffing her feet, her boots left a small trail of rubber on the hardened concrete floor, her body too tired to lift them any higher. A quick head jerk, and her neck had cracked. From there, it was a matter of splashing cold water on her face and she'd be golden.<br/><br/>As each step carried her through the abandoned warehouse, she woke up her counterparts. A small group, they'd dwindled from twenty to twelve. At first, the disappearances had been chalked up to cocky intentions, the men of her group never really trusting her input. Yet, as each disappearance occurred, she couldn't put it up to their own stupidity...Not when the last one vanished. He'd been her number one supporter, willing to follow her to hell and back if it meant they could live.<br/><br/>And he was gone.<br/><br/>Nothing left of him but the book he'd carried with him, the only possession he'd been able to grab the night the alien's arrived.<br/><br/>Now, carrying that book with her, she pulled her vest on, zipping it up as the cool material settled against her skin. She wasn't one to be hindered by umpteen amounts of fabric, preferring to have as much movement afforded to her as possible. That meant that, while she was more vulnerable to the eye, she felt more comfortable, freer to do as she needed. Her vest, and tank top stopped just below the last of her ribs, freeing her midriff. The dark colors, forest greens and blacks made her skin all the more ethereal, somehow luminescent. Her pants were more like under armor leggings, tucked into her combat boots, laced high up her calves.<br/><br/>Her hair was a bleached blonde, the only remnant from her old life, the life the aliens had managed to steal from her. At one point, her beauty regimen had been all she'd cared about, her parents thrusting her into beauty pageant after beauty pageant. And when this had all happened, she'd chopped it all off. Her dark brown roots had begun to grow in, but she couldn't care less. Falling to her chin, it framed her face quite nicely for a haphazard hack job.<br/><br/>Soft, the hair moved across her face as the breeze blew through the building, with it, the sound of moving footsteps. Eyeing the rest of her team, they melted into the background. She bolted, climbing up the maintenance ladder to the next floor, gun slung over her back. Shutting the hatch behind her, she positioned herself atop her bounty, her hoarded supplies. Her fingers curled around the barrel of her AK-47, her other hand's finger moving over the trigger.<br/><br/>If another team thought they were going to take it from her...<br/><br/>...They'd have to pry it from her cold dead hands.