[b]Floyd - Catacombs - Katie[/b]

Once the girl objected to knowing where the girl was, Floyd couldn't help but feel there wasn't a girl. This was a six year old girl, little children always made up crap, especially imaginary friends and shit. But the fact that Katie didn't know where the girl was, then she was basically un-helplful. Floyd started walking back and forth, getting angered and frustrated that he no longer had a lead to finding the 'girl'. 

Suddenly, the little child started to rant about her feelings and emotions. She spoke about her father's neglectfulness and inattentiveness. In all honesty, Floyd didn't care much for the child's overall feelings. He didn't know her, nor was he her friend or bound to her in any way. But he understood that she was being abruptly put down by these acts of encasement. She was like a bird locked in its birdcage. Apparently, she had never seen the light of day, or something of the sort. Floyd sat on the counter and watched her in silence. He listened to everything she had to say, waiting for a chance to speak - which never came. 

The entire situation changed when voices could be heard from the hallways. Since Floyd wasn't close enough to the door, he couldn't only hear [i]some[/i] words. Therefore, he couldn't make sense of the raider's conversation. Though once the girl turned, she had seemed to understand exactly what they were saying, except for one thing. She asked Floyd what the word 'fuck' meant. For a second, Floyd became startled by the sudden question. Such a little girl already cursing like a grown woman, what were the odds. Floyd starred at her with his squinting eyes, blood now cleared off his face. 

This world didn't only change adults, it changed the next generation of people. This girl hadn't seemed to yet experience the outside world, yet she attained their effects. She was growing faster than what one as a parent would desire. Floyd himself never had the thought of building a family, it was too much a responsibility to him in addition to it being very challenging. Protecting them under the circumstances he lived in back in the day wouldn't have sufficed. His children would have mostly died in the mother's womb. So to make sure this little girl didn't think him anything of the sort, Floyd was going to answer his question how he would anybody else, treating this girl like a grown up. 

"The word 'fuck' basically means 'go screw yaself'. So when sumbody doesn't let ya go outside like ya want, say 'fuck you, ya simple minded piece of shit'. That's what I say, and let me tell ya, it works like a charm. Don't let these pirates mess with ya, cuz they know if they do, ya daddy'll kick their ass. In this place ya seem to be like a little queen, use that power. Personally, I hate you Yankees, each and every single one of ya, but I ain't got nowhere to go ya see" Floyd said, grunting as he stood from the counter. 

"Now, I need to get a change of clothes. Do ya know where I can get some?" he finished, hoping to give this girl a little company. Though he thought he didn't care and knew that he shouldn't, he couldn't help but feel how [i]she[/i] felt. She was a lonely child, just like Floyd back in his time. She was feeling the same effects he was, abandonment. Therefore, in an odd way, they were connected by some sort of fate, or something like that. It was all shit anyway.