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As he continued to sharpen the blade to his katana, Dan watched the girl from behind the bangs of his hair and sighed. "I survived because I wasn't about to let them use me, my gifts for foul evil deeds. They killed my Mom and Dad in front of me when they stood before the Agents and told them that they would die to keep me safe." Pain and anger raced through him as his body tensed up as memories race through his mind.

"They head Agent ordered his men to take me and both my parents attacked and yelled for me to run...Just as I reached the back door, shots rang out and I turned to watched as first my mom fell to the ground riddled with bullets than my father...I ran then and have never stopped."

It was silent for several minutes, since he had stopped sharpening his blade before he looked up from the blade, his wisteria eyes full of loss, pain and anger. "I was an only child...though my twin died when we were 6...we were rare for twins." he stated softly, a soft smile curled his lips as he recalled his sister. "You are who you are because that is who you are. Your sibling may have been the Star of your family at everything but you are a survivor." he stated softly even as he shrugged. "What he was good at...may just save his life...may not no one will ever know. But you..." he shrugged and sighed as he closed his eyes before looking down at his blade.

"You are who you are, Savannah. A survivor." he stated with a slight smile. "Life is rough. And right now only the strong will survivor." he stated with conviction as he looked down at Savannah.

But that had been weeks ago when he had had a visitor to his apartment, and another survivor, indicating that he wasn't the only living being in this god forsaken world. A world where everything has been taken from him and flipped upside down. A world that was nothing but death and decay that roams in search for fresh meat, and where he had to deal with them just to survive. "As if life would be any better out there, on the road." he muttered as he looked out the window, hoping and praying that Savannah had made it to where ever she had been heading for. "I'd hate to kill you if I see you again, Savannah." he whispered as he turned from the living room window snatched up his trench coat slipping it on even as he grabbed his katanas.

Slipping into the kitchen he snatch's up a box of crackers and bottle of water, slipping them into his coat pockets while heading for the window leading to the fire escape, stepped out and looked down at the shuffling moaning mass of walkers wrinkling his nose as he sighed. "I clean them out and more show up." he mumbled with a shake of his head as he thumped down the steps, the nose causing heads to snap up and the snarling growls to echo as they reached up with bloody decaying hands towards the living meat they so craved.