"Please, Chris, come on. I've been sitting down here, doing nothing, for months. I'm the only one who hasn't been allowed to help the others. Come ON." Kara and Christopher had had the same argument every week for nearly two years. And every time, it ended with the same outcome - Christopher would tell her no, she couldn't go into the open, and Kara would give up arguing and flop down near the entrance, and wait for everyone to return. Except, this time, it was different. Christopher looked like he was considering it.
"You're the youngest here, Kara, and by a good few years. And you're one of the only women left," Christopher argued, although for once he only sounded half-hearted. Kara forced herself to hide a smile.
"I'm eighteen. And I can do anything that any of you guys can."
Christopher didn't answer for a few seconds. Then he smiled. But Kara recognized this smile. And it wasn't a good one.
"Okay. It's nearly dark. You have two hours to go up, and get some food. Bring back enough, and you can go up more often. Fuck this up, and you'll be down here for a long time, kiddo. Deal?" Chris held out his hand, and without hesitating, Kara took it.
"Deal." What could have been easier? Kara would go up, grab some wood, maybe food if she was lucky, and be back before they knew it. And she'd prove Christopher wrong. He handed her a rucksack, and, after looking inside, Kara found a knife, and a cross. She frowned. "You do know the whole vampires-being-repelled-by-a-cross is a myth, don't you?" she said.
"Better safe than sorry."
"What's the knife for?"
"Just in case."
Kara didn't want to find out what 'just in case' meant. She shoved the knife in her pocket, and the cross she left behind. Chris didn't bother showing her where to go, and instead walked away, leaving Kara to it. She followed the tunnel until she came to a smaller one - the one leading up above ground. She got on her hands and knees and crawled until she came to the end. There was a ladder leading to a vent, which, in turn, opened up and led to the street. Kara fiddled with the locks on the air vent until it made a loud creaking noise, and pushed it open, pulling herself onto the street. It was almost pitch black already, and Kara felt uneasy. She hadn't been above ground in about 2 or 3 years, and back then, it was safe. Even at night. Now, nowhere was safe, no matter what time of day. Nonetheless, she didn't turn back. She started walking, until she came across a street full of shops. The majority of the shops were falling down, but they had to have something useful, right? Kara climbed through the window of one, scraping her leg along a piece of broken glass in the process.
"Ow, shit," she muttered. She ignored this, though. She couldn't go back because of a small cut! Christopher wouldn't let her hear the end of it, AND wouldn't let her back up again. No, she just had to be quick, grab whatever she found, and then go back. Before she got caught.