<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img825/6530/affphot01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Vivian Abasi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Apartment Parking lot<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tight-fit blue jeans with a v-necked white blouse<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elizabeth<br/><br/>Dark eyes continue to glance at each of the strangers one by one. She stood close to the one and only friend she had in the group, the blond woman, keeping quiet as Elizabeth spoke.<br/><br/>The words 'better than being alone tonight' caused her to turn her hand and look towards Elizabeth once again.<br/><br/><strong>"There is no way you'd be alone tonight, not like I am going to get more than five feet away from you."</strong><br/><br/>Crowds she never did like, even less crowds of people she did not know at all. She has seen 'bad' before, never this bad, but bad enough to know how easily people can turn into animals, at a moment's notice. The moment any sort of accountability is stripped away... And this was that time. Society was done, Civilization  was over with, and already the 'animal' instincts were starting to come bubbling to the surface. It was not difficult to notice the long, forlorn stares that the 'dog-tag guy' continues to level towards her blond friend. How long would it be before all pretense was gone? How long would it be before the men of the group simply decide to do whatever they want to whoever they want.<br/><br/>It was hard to repress the shiver that the thought caused. She did not particularly -hate- males of the species, but nor was she interested or inclined to be a plaything, or a brood-mare. Fight or flight... Fight or flight, flight was quickly gaining. Paranoia, it was dangerous, but sometimes it would also save your life and well-being, she had learned -that- early in life. Protectively she wraps an arm around the nearest arm of her blond friend.