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Nyx spun on her heel to find another escape, but there was none. She couldn't be seen by a Human or there would be conflict. You could always use your gift... A voice taunted in her head, but she quickly dismissed it. Yes, it would be easy to place a memory in the Human's head that the terminal was empty, but Nyx was determined that she would use her gift as least as possible. She found a decaying seat, leapt behind it, and prayed it would suffice.


A loud crash echoed from the back of the terminal.
Nyx let out a yelp of surprise and flew to her back while leaning on her elbows. A large deteriorating man dragged his way towards her. She stared into his lifeless eyes. His mouth dripped with crimson and her stomach lurched. With a shaking hand, she flung a knife and missed the dead man by inches. Her hand flew to her pockets to retrieve another, but by then, the zombie was uncomfortably close to Nyx. She raced out of the terminal, tripping on her size too big boots, and sent her knives scattering on the ground. She cursed loudly at her decision of shoe-wear. The weight of another body crushed her against the broken glass. She grunted as she lifted the squirming zombie off of her, snatched a nearby weapon, and pinned him. Her arms raised high above her head when a memory flashed in her mind of a little girl scared and hiding in a bathroom. Nyx couldn't convince herself to bring her arms down to kill the monster. Her lips trembled just like her arms, but she was able to bring the blade down to his neck. The man's body became still. She lied down on her back with her chest rising and falling in a rapid pace.


She studied the girl-- as deeply as she good, being that everything was happening suddenly. She assumed that this new female presence was a loner. She didn't look quite strong enough to be in Nuked, with their 'standards' of what types of Deviations they accept, strength, and skill they allow into their ranks-- but nonetheless she looked as if she had been fending for herself for quite some time.
She followed her with precise stealth-- a prominent trait in Fallout members. In time, she soon took cover behind a ratty old sofa, intently watching as the girl struggled with the Zombie, wondering what her strategy for this type of thing was. Now, Fallout's didn't normally pick fights with loners, only for the simple fact that neither of the two gangs had any interest in them.
As the stranger finally took defense against the creature, she was somewhat relieved; how desperately did she want to help. It was an instinct within her. In spite of this she waited-- waited for the girl to take him out for good.
But that moment never arrived.
The zombie was still alive, due to the fact that the brain was not destroyed when she gave that blow to the neck. As the once-again highly animated being rose from beside her, Madge leaped up from behind the couch, running toward it and the stranger both with her crowbar raised high, letting the hooked, rusted-edge tip nestle within its head with a loud cracking sound. Grunting lightly from the force this move took, she ripped it out once more, rotting, old blood and bits of brain expelling from the gaping wound on the zombie, the being immediately stop functioning, falling to the ground with a loud 'thud'
She breathed heavily, her heart pumping with slight adrenaline as she looked down at the girl.
"The brain." she spat a tad bit harshly.
"Always the brain." she continued, putting her hand over her heart and recollecting herself from the scare. She extended a hand out to the girl, offering her help up from the tightly knit corner she was in.

The next thing Nyx knew was everything had turned to chaos. A deep voice shouted at her and bullets fell like rain. A dozen dead people rushed themselves at her. She rolled behind a truck and tried to gather her thoughts. Nyx waved her hand wildly for the girl to follow her as she let knives fly into the air. Bodies dropped like flies with each hit. The only problem with her type of weapon was that she was going to have to retrieve them later, and cleaning the blades were her least favorite thing. She thought about the man's words about leaving, then quickly shook it off. These Humans had saved her life; it was her turn to return the favor.

A decaying, rotting faucet.
She stood her ground, watching the girl out of the corner of her eye. "We need to get away from here. We're not going to be able to f-"
She was taken off guard by the sudden burst of gunfire throughout the area, instinctively covering her head as she ran to find safer ground. Looking frantically for both ways, jabbing her crowbar through the skull of a Zombie in the process, she jerked the girl along with her, finding a small hole in the wall that led to another section of the Subway- with both of their body shapes, it would be a perfect fit. She squeezed into the space, encouraging the girl to follow after.
"Come on, we'll need to barricade this opening soon or else they'll notice we're in here." she said. In the back of her mind, she wondered about the man who had opened gunfire on the horde, using precious ammo to defend them-- as if they were worthy of defending. She hoped that he was alright.









(Gtg to bed, i can be on late tomorrow. If the others still want to Rp feel free to take control of Felix ok Mckenzie)
[[some gang fights take place here as well ]]