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“Oh, don’t trouble yourself.” Christopher shrugged slightly, looking at the woman before taking a seat on the ground near the tree.

“Just – just five more minutes.” Soleil sighs from the shade of the tree she was dozing under.

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 Upon hearing the words he let out a groan and instantaneously began to sprint quickly, weaving in and out of the brush quickly. “How in the hell –!” Elijah’s voice was cut off by the shouting from the guards that were chasing after them. Elijah hadn’t even been near Christopher, hell, he didn’t even know the man. All he’d been doing was returning from a run out in the ruins of the city and stumbled across this guy. He knew that the guards would get the wrong idea and wouldn’t give him a chance to explain; running was obviously the best idea and quite possibly, the only rational one. 

Christopher let out a laugh as he ran with the other person, the poor guy didn’t even do anything but as if they would give him the chance to explain. “Lovely day for a run.” He joked, laughing still at himself and the situation which he was finding rather hilarious. Jumping over a fallen branch, Christopher found himself in a clearing a few hundred meters from the inner circle. “This way, mate.” He nodded in front of them, if they managed to get into the main part of the base they could easily disappear.

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“I feel like we should run. Very, very fast.” Christopher proposed, already sprinting away from the guards. Ducking under a fallen branch, he spared a glance at the person neat him. “Because I don’t really want to be arrested again.”

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katerinamalakhovskii:

“I would definitely kill people for cake. Especially good cake. Or most forms of chocolate.”

“You make me feel not so insane with half the things you say. I know your weaknesses now, cake and chocolate. What about chocolate cake?”

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“Pretty nice day right?”

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"Oh come on." Christopher exclaimed almost angrily, he was a little busy trying to get killed amongst other things. "You're not the only person I care about, darlin' there's others too. But see, you don't need to rely on me. Someone else got you out."

“Oh boo hoo.” She whined with a dirty look on her face. She was not at all feeling sorry for him right now. He could handle himself against a few Runners. “Right well doesn’t matter. I’m out now thanks to someone who actually cared if I made it out of that breach or not.”

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"It's great, I don't care what you say. See, that kind of worries me. I think you would kill people for cake."

“No, still terrible. But I will do it for cake. I will do a lot of things for cake, actually.”

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"Don't get all sassy now." Christopher warned lightheartedly before nodding then shrugging apologetically. "Well I am deeply sorry darlin', I was a little preoccupied with a tonne of runners that I didn't have time to pull off a prison break out."

“Someone’s observation skills are on point.” She voiced rather sarcastically since yes, there were no guards. The frown almost indicated concern but she decided to overlook that. “During the breach I had some help. No thanks to you.” 

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Christopher was about to answer but the realisation hit him that it was actually Amalia. "I don't see any guards." He frowned a little, glancing around. The last time he had spoken to her she was in a cell it was then he started to smile. "How'd you get out?"

While she wasn’t doing anything illegal or even remotely suspicious, she was still jumpy when ordered around. Turning around slowly Amalia rolled her eyes as soon as she realized it was just Christopher. “What the hell are you going to do with that?” She nodded her head at the stupid piece of metal at his hip. “Wave it around and pretend like people have to take you serious?”

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"That is a great plan and you know it. I can make sure there's cake. Will you kill undead me now?"

“No, I think this is a terrible plan. Unless there is cake. If there is cake, I will do it.”

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"This is a different funeral. It's fine and murderous. Well if I kill everyone there, no ones going to be able to do that. Come on, that's the least you could do for me! You can invite people you don't like either and I'll happily tear them apart."

“I do not like funerals though. They are boring, and sad. So you will have to find someone else to kill you when you are undead.”

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"I like that attitude. Well how can I answer that without sounding bug headed? Nice, I'm sure there's some novels that might me a little more interesting that a manual. I only read them because well there's not much else to do in a cell."

“Ah screw the government is what I say, do whatever the bloody hell you want. Are you sure it’s the granny glasses and cardigan? Has the thought ever occurred that you may just be natural gorgeous, dare I say god like? A bookworm hmm? I’ve never read anything aside from mechanics manuels and the back of my records.”

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"That hurts. You could at least give me a funeral. I want everyone I don't like there so I can come back as an infected and kill them. Then you can kill when I'm done."

“Well then, it is a good thing I know how to get rid of a body, is it not?”

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"Well you know what, they're probably dead. I don't think they'll care." Christopher shrugged, the police didn't exactly exist anymore.

“Yes, but somebody probably worked hard to earn it. So they’ll miss it.” she shrugged and ran a hand through her hair. “Well, I guess it’s none of my business, either way.”

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"The badge?" Christopher asked, raised eyebrows as he glanced down at his belt with the metal badge on it. "It's a piece of metal darlin'."

Odette stared at him, angry but far too nervous to do anything about it. “Somebody will miss it, though.”

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"The badge? No, probably not but hey I don't see any sheriffs around here. No harm done right?” Christopher shrugged a little, still laughing a little. The girls reaction was priceless.

Odette nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the booming voice, and was full of explanations when she turned around and saw that she had been pranked. “Oh..I-I…should you have that?”

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"Stop right there." Christopher stated in his most authoritative, guard like voice before starting to laugh as the person turned around. "I'm just fucking with you. Although, I found a sherif badge. Pretty cool right?"