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         The boy shifted in front of her and Lara flinched at the sound of glass crunching under his foot. Then he smiled at her once more, laughing uncomfortably.

"Sorry about breakin' in like that. Didn't have much of a choice. I shot the one man... and the gunshot must have attracted a few of those things. You weren't answering the door, so I had to...well...improvise."

"Sorry..." she replied, still nervous. Then, her mind flashed back to her poor, sweet, dead parents. They'd brought her up to be a good girl, with manners. Someone they could really be proud of. And... Just because they were dead, she couldn't start letting them down now. "And... Thank you..." she added, acknowledging she was grateful for him rescuing her. Not that manners counted for a whole lot when you were a cold blooded murdered though, Lara thought bitterly.

The boy moved away from her, leaving his jacket on a chair. He had his back to her.

"Interesting place here..." the boy commented.

"It's... not mine..." Lara replied quietly.

She watched as her saviour rushed over to the window, in response to a sound outside. At his movement, Lara panicked. Was there something outside that wanted to kill her? Oh god, was it a Pouncer? The terrible type of zombie that would follow you for miles, hunting you down with the sole intention of ripping you to shreds. She leapt up from her hiding place, grabbing her gun from her bag.

She glanced at the boy, who seemed relatively calm, probably meaning he hadn't seen anything. But her paranoia was not going to loose it's grip on her racing heart that easily.

"W-What is is?" she asked nervously, her tone jumpy and fearful.

She was stood up now, instead of hiding under the table, body folded in round the gun, as if the tighter she clung onto it, the more likely it was of saving her. She stood back from the window, as if it might attack her itself if she got too close.