<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=184573.msg8887364#msg8887364">Quote from: Supernova1 on September 11, 2013, 06:15:46 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/><strong>Alexa could easily discern the fear in the younger girl's voice, but that meant absolutely nothing to her, letting the girl go she quickly grabbed the gun before removing the knife from the girl's throat. She took several steps back to keep a safe distance between the two of them. As long as the girl she faced was definitely alone, then she would return the gun. Alexa simply had to be positive first. Though death seemed a far better way than the existence she now lived, there was something about suicide that didn't set well with her. And she certainly wasn't about to send someone out on their own without protection.</strong><br/>"You can have this back, as soon as I am finished with what I need to do. That way I am sure you are alone and not setting me up. You can't trust anyone these days and I am sure you can understand that."<br/><strong>Alexa looked towards the front of the broken and battered store, darkness descending quickly.</strong><br/>"On second thought, it looks like you and I will be sharing a space for the night, unless you want to brave the streets after dark and on your own?"<br/><strong>She arched a brow inquisitively, trying to catch the now weaponless girl off guard to see if she would slip and admit she wasn't alone.</strong><br/><br/><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Gina shook her head vigorous, several strands of hair falling loose from her bandana. Keeping her hands in the air, she took another step back, just to give herself some extra cut-and-run time in case she needed it. She was unarmed, except for a small folding knife in one of her cargo pockets, and that was a tool more than anything. The gun was her only real weapon.<br/>"No way. That'd be crazy," she said said, glancing out the window.<br/>"But staying here really isn't a great idea. Trust me, this is kind of one of my stomping grounds. This place has too many windows, and the bandit types like to cruise these old convenience stores looking for alcohol and cigarettes that nobody has found yet."<br/><br/>She moved slowly, pointing out the window.<br/>"I have a safe house. It's not far, but it's pretty well hidden, and the only door locks from the inside. You can come with me I you like, but we'll have to leave now."