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afford it. He had a bag like this one, but his was a dull yellow.
    She unzips it carefully, throwing glances at 'him'. He only watches her. She tugs out a green jacket first, quickly shrugging it on. Next is a pair of women cargo pants, a couple bottles of water, a few cans beans, some of those camping food pouches, matches, flip flops, a machete, which without any thought, the young woman slides it to the beast before continuing to look inside the bag, her smile never falters and only grows at all the items. She's at the very last item in the bag when her smile finally weakens, it's a photo, a photo of a young family - a mom, a dad and identical little boys all grinning happily in front of a white background, dressed in matching spring time colors - pink, yellow, green.
    She frowns, holding the black framed photo in her hands, it had been wrapped in a grey T-shirt. This bag belongs to someone one. Her gaze lifts, landing on her monster. Had he taken it from them? Had he hurt anyone for it? The very thought has her wanting to take the warm jacket off, but the icy breeze creeping across her skin argues against. There was nothing she could do about it, taking off the clothing would be very dumb.
    She takes a haggard breath.
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    Chapter 6
    Lacey
    "I'll tell you..." Henderson looks at the floor, backing away from the window, taking her with him. He tries forcing her onto the couch to sit, but the girl refuses, staring at him blankly. He lets go of her arm and sits onto the couch himself. "Six months ago they came..." He trails voice cutting off suddenly. He tugs his left hand quickly through his sweaty hair, his shoulders lower as he takes a shuddering breath.
    Lacey folds her arms over herself, staring at him, waiting on him to continue. "Who came?" Her question is layered with impatience and annoyance. "Who came, Henderson? Aliens?" She questions sarcastically, fed up with his reluctance to tell her anything.
    "No..." He answers with a frightening amount of seriousness. He glances up at her. "I don't think of them as aliens. Some might..." His head shakes, "but I don't think so."
    Lacey lowers herself beside the obviously distressed young man, staring at him. "What?" Her brown eyes bore into his face, trying to see if he was joking.
    His hair falls into his face. The girl finds it odd, but has no idea why. "They call them demons , all of them appeared out of thin air, " His hands ball into fists, " It was subtle at first, tiny things, far away and nothing we would have to worry about. Thy have wild powers, insane, crazy powers... strength...odd in appearances..." He looks down at his balled fists, his hands were trembling. "You don't... There was a war at first, they see themselves as superior, as stronger, as better. And a war began, the Creatures were having none of it, animalistic, they function off of primitive behaviors, anger, strength, chaos, and insanity. The creatures... most of them can take a dozen bullets at a time, you can guess how this war went then, right? They have these animal like creatures who... never mind. There are wars going on all over right now, between humans and who Creatures but the government collapsed months ago..." He frowns as if she was unsure if he was making any sense. "I... The battle of for what's left of the eastern United States was lost and humans who live there have been enslaved and are in hiding. Your father and my own were leaders of a small band, you fell ill before we were all suppose to make our way to Mexico to join a standing Fort, you wouldn't have made the harsh journey. So, I stayed behind with you and hid you in the basement." His gaze flits down. "I should have told you a long time ago."
    "I don't believe you." Lacey says bluntly. How could she? What he was saying was insane and level nine nutty. "Why are lying? What's really going on, Henderson?"
    Henderson leans forward, his elbows propped on his legs, he blankly stares in front of him. "You don't have to believe me,