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[b][i][color=C12283]Anastasia Vivian LeBrouche[/color][/i][/b]

The young woman sat atop the three story building, one of her legs sprawled out beside her while the other was tucked neatly beneath her. She could see the cafe from here, and the bridge where others seemed to fight over something. She couldn't hear them clearly, with all the echoes, but knowing she was safe up here she expected to watch the scene go down until Marcus returned with a truck and their things from the hotel. She had met the man when she'd been traveling here for school, on one of the days that she had been dismissed early from a lecture. She could remember perfectly the surprise on his face when he had found out that she was only eighteen and already on her third year of University. His eyes had dimmed though when she'd told him why it was that she could not longer walk or dance properly. Her own leg couldn't hold her up. 

Leaning forward slightly she became away of a man running out of the cafe, starting the two she had barely been able to see before though one table toppled over to attract the attention of something that had been hidden deeper within the building. They looked like they were only children, afraid and ignorant of how close they were to dying, but she knew they would not die now. Not while she had been watching. The Italian woman bushed her bangs from her eyes, narrowing them as she made out the shape of the monster that shambled towards them now. 

It took her barely fifteen seconds, all of which could have been the moment of their doom, to slide onto her stomach with the sniped rifle set up perfectly in front of her. It might attract the attention her way, but all but one way up to the roof had been sealed off by her after Marcus had gone, leaving what he could with her. She was not to allow anyone up, but if the children realized where she was then she may allow them entry to the rooftop to wait for Marcus. 

Dark flecked eyes framed with thick lashes peered through the scope, her breath stalling just long enough for the small explosion to take place within the rifle. The bullet sailed through the air, ignoring the wind as it's trajectory followed exactly the path she had known it would. The bullet speared the zombie in the left eye, exploding out the back of his skull to catch the one behind him and kill her too. Perfect. A soft breath in and she peered at the children, wondering what it was that they would do now that they knew there was danger behind them, and in front of them. Would they spot the stranger on the roof? Run towards those on the bridge for help, or die inside of that small, abandoned cafe?

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