<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img825/6530/affphot01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Vivian Abasi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Apartment Interior<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tight-fit blue jeans with a v-necked white blouse<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/>The knock, the commotion, the weapons that seem to just suddenly -appear- and be in almost everyone's hands. Everything was unraveling. Calls for blood and retribution were being yelled already as a group moves out the door, ready to kill for anything. 'Frontier Justice' the words were spoken by the one known as "Jack" and the thing that truly frightened her is that he was right. The 'world' had ended but a handful of hours ago and already any sort of society or rules were gone. Without evidence, and without the thought to just stop someone who might be doing something wrong, it was bloodlust. She hated being right some times. How long would it be before it simply became the 'strongest rule the weaker through violence'.<br/><br/>She sighs and shakes her head, Elizabeth's exclamation about the safety of Tristyn made her dark eyes shift towards her friend for a moment. The tone of her voice, the pitch of her shout. It was dripping with emotion, perhaps Elizabeth truly -did- feel for him. And if she did, then... well... maybe in this new world where  the strongest take what they want and kill anyone they want he would be able to protect her from those that are even worse.<br/><br/>She always wanted to go on to college, and had hoped to major in History. It was interesting to her, and she enjoyed reading about it, even when it was not 'assigned'. Perhaps it gave her a unique point of view. It was a pattern... First it was those who was threatening the 'group' that was subject to violence. And then... it was anyone who was different. A cursory look around the room... Showed her -she- was the one who was different.<br/><br/>Everything was spiraling out of control, anarchy, and she was stuck in the very dangerous center of it.