[b]November 4th-11th, 11:30am (by the end), Street, Southwest Missouri[/b]

For 3 days, Valentina got to know Dylan very well. After all, it was the only thing she could do as she could no longer run around anymore. Dylan had her in bed, and Valentina preferred to stay in bed until the fourth day of her recovery, when she found that she could run around and carry things without feeling pain. If there was one thing that was clear, Dylan was a friend that Valentina had never had for months. He cared for her without asking for anything in return. He had enough food to last the week, and he gave them away to Valentina freely. The days she had been bedridden felt like a dream, like heaven. Sometimes, to pass the time, they would lock themselves in their safe little room and play boardgames, like Snakes or Checkers. Of course, Dylan would always win the latter, unless he tried to teach the young girl some nifty tricks to win.

Valentina had learnt alot about Dylan. She learnt that he once had a family, and that he was once a policeman who handled the tougher bad guys. When it all started, he tried his best to take care of his kingdom, but all the King's men wasn't enough, and he had been living with this guilt since. He hated himself, and Valentina could understand - she hated herself for not being able to help her own family, and friends.

Then it happened. While they were eating, strangers came in with guns to interrupt them. Coming really close, the leader had asked for all the food they have. As far as robbers go, however, they were kind enough to demand only for food, explicitly stating that they could keep everything else they had. By this time, however, most of the food they had were gone, and all they had was food enough for another 3 days. Forced to put their hands up while they were at their table, all Valentina could do was to look at Dylan, waiting for him to act, or to tell her what to do. For a moment, it seemed that her new found friend would give it all up; "Alright, alright, look, you guys win-"

Before Valentina knew it, his chair was flying through the air, crashing into the nearest robber. Dylan leapt into action, grabbing the robber's gun, pushing it out of the way before drawing his own and firing it into his throat. Immediately, the girl could feel a hand grabbing her hair roughly, pulling her out of her seat. Screaming and kicking, Valentina reached for her hidden knife and pulled it out, plunging it into the thigh of her manhandler.

After killing the closest robber to himself, Dylan turned his gun on a third one and fired at the same time he did. Dylan's shot went through his head, and in his panic, the robber had pulled his trigger prematurely, but with blind luck had put a bullet through Dylan's leg. Valentina went on to bite the robber who was trying to grab hold of her in the arm, trying to stop him from using his gun, but being a young girl, she could not hope to overpower him. However, she did delay him long enough for Dylan to kill him.

Just as the last of them fell, Valentina heard the front doors to the shop swivel shut, and saw just in time a fourth robber running away. The sound of a car driving away could soon be heard. When it was all over, Dylan calmly grabbed his chair and, after turning it upright and setting it down, sat to relieve his wounded leg. Inspecting it, he found that the bullet had gone straight through, but the wound itself was nasty. Having just gone through a fight, he could barely feel anything because of adrenaline, but he knew that it would soon sting like a scorpion when it was all gone.

It wasn't a pleasant sight when Dylan had to treat himself with Valentina's help. However, that wasn't the worse part, most of their food ran out two days later, and Dylan could not go out to get more. The few meals' worth of food that was left was given to Valentina, but she ended up sharing them with her new friend anyway. Despite the dire circumstances, the former policeman didn't want Valentina to risk her life going out and scavenging. "I think I'll get better tomorrow..." He would keep telling Valentina every night, and it worked every night, until the 3rd day since most of their food were gone, when even the little that was left had ran out and Dylan was nowhere near recovering from his gunshot wound. He continued bleeding, and the only thing they could count on was that it would bleed less the next day.

The next morning, Valentina snuck out. For the first time in 8 days, she was out and about, carrying her backpack and weapons. Brandishing her MP5K, she intended to go back to her sleep spots to take the canned food there - she had plenty, just that she lacked a can opener - until she met Ivy and Dylan. On the way there, however, a loud cacophony of groans and moans forced her to hide, and upon peeking at where they came from, she realised that her way back was blocked, and she would have to turn around and leave before the monster army saw her.

It didn't stop her from trying to find food. After walking the other way for hours, passing Dominic's Gas An' Go', she wanted to try scavenging in that other direction. Already hungry herself and knowing that Dylan needs food, she was desperate, desperate enough to try anything other than to run through a huge horde of cannibal creatures.