[i]One week.[/i] 


That was how long Christi had been a wanted murderer for. In some ways, her new life, if it could be called that, was exactly like she had thought being a criminal would be like. In others… it wasn’t what she had been expecting at all. 


For example, she wasn’t too surprised when Eli had told everyone they were moving to a new safe house. Even in a sprawling place like Harlan, staying in one place for too long meant that, eventually, someone was going to find you. Add in the fact that pretty much every household had at least one frequent hunter, and “hiding” meant staying on the move. 


On the other hand, she had [b]not[/b] been expecting to have the sort of company she was keeping now. She had [b]not[/b] been expecting to find out a man she vaguely knew of could create fire with his hands. She had [b]not[/b] been expecting to meet a woman who could apparently take someone else’s injuries onto herself, and she [b]definitely[/b] had not thought she would meet a man who’s tattoos could literally come to life, or a man who could apparently copy himself. Multiple times.


All of it was, plain and simple, insanity. And Christi couldn’t deal with insanity right now. So, she spent the bulk of her time away from the others, still keeping close enough to the cabin that Eli was reassured she hadn’t run off and always coming back for meal times, but generally finding space for things to at least pretend to make sense. 


She didn’t really know what to make of the others. Nate was very… loud and crass, but he generally left her alone, apparently respecting her need for space from the others. Jennifer and Vin seemed quite wrapped up in themselves, though Jennifer could be just as crass as nate. Eric was… Christi still wasn’t sure how she felt about him. And Eli was, well, Eli. 


Once they got to the mine shaft, Christi took one look at it and decided that no, she would not be going in there. They were good shelters for when you needed a place to sleep at night that was out of the rain, but for some place potentially long-term? She was not going to be staying somewhere that had only one way in or out. Outside, where she had room to run if she needed to, would work just fine. 


Which brings her to the present moment. Christi had been preparing to slip away unseen with Jack when she had the chance, maybe find a place to camp out nearby where she could keep an eye on their surroundings, when the truck pulled up. Things got complicated fast, and Christi figured that it would be best if she just disappeared for a while. 


Jack, however, had other ideas. Instead of following Christi, the German Shepard trotted up to the girl who had gotten out of the truck, sniffing around her legs and waist. Her eyes widened, and she rushed forward to grab him by the collar. “Jack, no! Down!”

[@Stitches]