Late October.  Missouri.  (Approx a week before the RP starts)

Lucy seemed to be in a near constant state of shock for days now.  First the facility began to fall, then it did.  She watched people die as they boarded a helicopter.   The helicopter crashed, and she woke up to smoke, blood, people screaming...She had to be helped out after having her seatbelt cut by Jon.  He had gone in several times and pulled people out of the fire, laying them out near where he had put down Lucy.  

Some of them were breathing, some were not.  

Since then, they’d been walking, mainly in silence.  

Before all of this, Lucy had thought she was strong.  She KNEW she didn’t have a rough childhood and never faced much adversity.  The training for the government security job was the toughest thing she’d been through in her life.  Gymnastics was hard physically and tae kwon  do pushed her mentally and physically, but none of those collective experiences even remotely prepared her for this.  And a lot of the survivors were in the same spot now.

She didn’t understand how Jon and Austin carried themselves.  She knew they were injured, but on top of that, they didn’t seem scared or unsure.  It didn’t make sense to her.  

She wondered if they were all just going to die.  There was the cold.  Hunger.  And...the zombies.  She breathed in deeply to steady herself and instead tripped, stumbling  and falling in the snow.  

She wanted to cry.  She couldn’t help but think that some part of her just wanted to die as she felt a hand wrap around her arm and offer help, slowly pulling.  At first, she didn’t move, she just stayed there, but then there was another pull with more insistence.  “[b][color=0076a3]Get up[/color][/b],” Jon said.  It surprised her because even though it was not nice or sympathetic in the words, there was a softness to his voice.  Maybe not softness, but a lack of hardness.  

Since they had gotten to the roof, Jon and Austin had both been leaders.  It seemed if one was leading here, the other was leading there.  But Jon, he seemed somewhat mean or harsh at times.  He would not ask, he would tell, and expect to be listened to.  And she was slightly USED to it from her training through the FBI and CIA, having had instructors for years.  But he was different.  Or maybe, maybe it was things that were different now.

Regardless, when he spoke those words in that way, it motivated her to stand up.  She did, and as she was brushing the snow off and moved to thank him, she heard the words being spoken between Jon and some strangers.  She picked up her head to look and the moment she did, she made eye contact with the one man as a bullet ripped through his neck.  She wasn’t sure how it played out like it, but it seemed as if the gunshots didn’t register until later, if at all.  

All she knew is she watched Jon shoot down 3 men, 3 men who didn’t seem to have done anything.  

She didn’t talk to anyone until that night, when Jon was on watch.  She happened to be close to Harris that night, and the two talked quietly, first just about how each was doing, and then about Jon and what had happened.  At some point, they decided to talk to Austin about it, get his position, but Harris seemed to make a point to her that she wasn’t aware of when he asked her, “[b][color=fff79a]if he was willing to shoot those people who were trying to help, just to take their stuff, what is he going to be willing to do when he needs what we have[/color][/b]?”

Lucy had not viewed Jon the same since she started pondering that question.