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Jujube
Legacy Name: Jujube

The Spectrum Wyllop
Owner: Integrity

Age: 14 years, 9 months, 2 weeks

Born: August 2nd, 2009

Adopted: 13 years, 1 month, 1 week ago

Adopted: April 5th, 2011

Statistics

• Level: 1
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 0
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Beach Comber

Art Credit

I saw her from the crevice between the couch. I hid from her at first, curious to know what she was planning. She was tall and thin. She had knives strapped all over her, but no gun. And a huge pack on her back with a rolled up blanket on the top. She was a stranger then, but she would become my mentor, my savior, my hero.

"There's no food here," I called out from my hiding place when I saw her going through the cabinets.
"Food is necessary, but so are other things." she replied not looking back to where I was hiding but still looking through the cabinets.
"Then what are you looking for?" I came out from hiding. I figured since she didn't have a gun I was safe from a distance. Knives were for stabbing.
"Air freshener." She finally looked back at me. She had a camouflage bandanna covering her chin revealing her chapped lips.
"Air freshener?" I repeated but trailed off, possibly sounding confused.
"How long have you been here?" She asked looking around. She saw that the house was mostly empty of any and all supplies. Except for what I hid in my club house. But she didn't know that."Are you alone?" she finished when she looked to the carpets and saw old blood stains.
"For now." I replied. "my parents went to pick up my sisters at school. I stayed home that day from school because I had a fever."
"You had a fever." She didn't ask, but just repeated. She picked an old orange from the fruit bowl, cut it open and squeezed the rotted juice onto her clothing.
"Ew!" I gagged, "why you doing that for?" by then I was siting on the arm of the couch.
"The dead like the smell of life, if you don't smell like life they don't notice you that quickly."
She was smart. The smartest adult during this whole world gone to shit.

I stood there looking up at her in awe. She had to be some warrior princess in a past life... she gave off that aura. She noticed me looking at her and she came over. I didn't back away. I knew she wasn't bad. She handed me the rotten orange. And without her telling me what to do I squeezed some juice onto my shirt and rubbed it in.
"You didn't answer me before..." she peeked out behind the curtains and looked out the front.
"I don't know how..." she didn't let me finish. I don't know what she saw. Probably the dead walking by or some people with guns. I've been seeing a lot of people with guns lately. She grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me through the living room to the hallway and to the backdoor, where she first entered.
"Where have you been surviving?" she asked when we reached the backdoor.
I didn't answer right away, I don't think I understood what surviving meant at the time. "Where have you been hiding?" she changed the question to more age appropriate. I was only 10.
"My club house."
"Let's head for your cub house."
"No, my CLUB house." I corrected.
"Ok, Cub. Let's go to your club house."
"That's not my name." I protested.
"Don't tell anyone your real name." she said before I could correct her on my name.
I led her to my club house. I had a large backyard with a 6 foot high fence surrounding it. My dad had the gate locked. I don't know how she got in through that way. Until I saw her quickly climb up the tree like some kind of human-monkey hybrid. She didn't even use all the steps my dad hammered into the tree. I ran after her and only made it to step 3 before she hoisted me up by my arms.
"If you want to survive this mess long enough to become an adult I'm going to have to teach you."
"Teach me what?" I asked.
"Everything I know." she answered and my eyes grew huge and glistened with excitement.

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