[b]Jessalyn - House - Floyd, Abram[/b]

Jessalyn woke when she heard Floyd's voice. She moaned in protest, pressing her face more into his chest. "Five more minutes," she said in a muffled voice. Just five more minutes of laying there, pretending...
The knock at the door made her eyes fly open. She tensed and gasped, her arms clutching Floyd for dear life. No more. They couldn't take any more raiders or attacks. Not with Floyd injured.

Jessalyn got up. It was difficult, but she managed to help Floyd up too. Her back hurt and she pressed a hand against it to relieve some of the pressure. Creeping forward, she looked out the window cautiously.
"It's a man," she told Floyd. "He has a car. And a gun. He's big."
She looked back at Floyd with wide eyes. "What do we do?" she asked, having complete confidence in whatever he said. She trusted him with both her life and her unborn child. He would know what to do and she would listen.

Jess didn't bother to deny the fact that she was terrified. The last stranger who had come around had hurt Floyd badly, had nearly killed him. Her eyes went to the body that was still laying where it had fallen. She winced and turned away, her mouth watering a little. This was not the time to throw up.
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[b]Katie - Blanket Fortress - Emma[/b]

A loud bang made Katie scream and go back under her blanket nest.
Loud bangs meant guns. Guns meant killing.
Or had the monsters come back? Had they followed her to the strange place? Were they going to get her like they had gotten her daddy?

The blanket whimpered and shook like there was a puppy inside. The blanket moved until it was in Emma's lap.