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Angel nodded as Sam explained that she had found the bag some cars back. It was logical enough, though she still wasn't sure what possessed her to look through that certain bag and happen to find knives in it. She couldn't help but laugh as the dark haired girl said, "I just thought that a pair of knifes would always come in handy." For some reason, the thought of them trying to devour the undead instead of the other way around came about in her mind. She could picture it now, hovering around a half-animated corpse with their knives, ready to gut it like a fish or carve it like a turkey. It was a morbid thought, but still amusing to her. Of course, she didn't try to explain this to her father or Samantha. At best they would probably think she was mentally deranged. But then again, who wasn't a bit mad in this situation?

Sam then proceeded to open the bag and reach in, producing a fighting knife with an ornate looking grip on it. She examined it slowly, striking a chord of fear in Angel. What if she suddenly lashed out her and gave her a deep cut? The moment was gone as soon as it had come as Sam extended her arm towards the young blonde, handing her the knife.

Taking it carefully, she examined it in her hands, wondering if she could really kill a zombie. Just the thought of it seemed scary. She understood perfectly that they were dead and not people. But it still struck her as murdering and she wasn't ok with that. She had never killed anything bigger than a fly before.

She looked back at Sam as she began to speak again. "I know that you're just as scared as we all are, but I also know that you are a strong girl. I don't wish for you to use it but I also don't want you to be unarmed... we can't take that chance. I'm sure that you'll dad will understand. But.. for now don't tell him I gave it to you will ya?" Angel smiled and nodded, knowing it wouldn't be hard to keep something from Marcus. Just as Sam had seen Kim in her eyes, she saw her mother's in the other girl looking at her. A deep longing for her mom began to surface but she shoved it back down, not wanting to think about that right now. For now, they focused on surviving.

Speaking of which- the low moaning of the undead could be heard now. Angel shivered a bit, uncharacteristic on a sunny Californian day, but appropriate. She thought that there best chance was to retreat quietly and hope the zombies would find something or someone else to eat. That sounds terrible, she thought briefly before looking between Sam and her father. She was in no position to say what they should do since she was the youngest. While they didn't sound too close, they could be here in a matter of minutes or seconds. It was impossible to tell with the cars crowding the highway and blocking her view.

"What should we do?" she asked them in a low voice, gripping the knife in her hand tighter. Flight was always her preference over fighting. Chances were this could be an actually horde, which meant they wouldn't win unless one of these cars had a large amount of weaponry in it. those chances weren't so good.