Daisy? What A Cute Name For A Cute Rabbit, She Answers With An Ever Growing Smile.

“Daisy? What a cute name for a cute rabbit,” She answers with an ever growing smile.

Despite every harsh thing that she has endured, there was always a gentleness that remained with her. Especially with cute things, like Daisy and Lucie.

She took a moment to survey his actions. Panic? It looked like panic. Panic didn’t really help, her parents used to say. How it could be paralyzing but also encouraging, however it seemed in this case to be a little paralyzing.

But nevertheless, she decided to push forward, hopping over some rubble. “So before all of this, my dad used to tell me all these stories about this legendary warrior and his name’s Hercules. And he was depicted as this big and huge guy.”

“And well since you’re big and huge, does that make you Hercules?” She finally asked.

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“Well, guess that’s settled then,” She nodded.

 Already she’s eager to go into the cities once again, as this emboldened her. Perhaps at this rate they’ll find her dad in no time, now that she would be fighting alongside who she could very well consider Hercules. Was he? She had to ask when they were out.

For now, she was hungry. Food would be her quest for the time being. That and to get the arrow back after that.

Sometime later...Within a destroyed city.

Having restocked on arrows, she now walked over rubble with her crossbow in hand ready. She didn’t have any fancy armor like her companions, but she had some fancy goggles. And nice boots paired with her stolen oversized Sharks sweater. She would’ve stolen a cougars sweater, but unfortunately that was her favorite team.

 Her dad always told her if she was gonna get covered in blood, she should do it in her least favorite shirt. And the sharks were her least favorite team so there was that.  Following behind Diaz, she couldn’t help with the question burning in her mind she had earlier.

Looking up at Diaz, she had to know. “Hey can I ask you something?”

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i love taking the idea of “the serum gave steve better muscles and better senses” and just pushing it just that little bit into uncanny valley territory. he can see very slightly into the ultravioliet and infared spectra, moves/thinks quicker than normal people (hes conciously slowing himself down a LOT bc he knows it freaks people out) and is just. really strong. all of him is very strong. he can open a can of beans with a fingernail. 

Normally she wouldn’t have ventured as far out as she did, usually sticking to the forests and mountains. But unfortunately, her step-father was in one of the cities when the monsters came. Along with the rays of light that destroyed everything in between.

The crossbow slung around her back was a gift before his departure to the cities. It was useful when it came to dealing with a stray monster from afar, from the experiance gained from using it to hunt, but the ammo was running out. As she searched in the rubble and abandoned buildings for whatever spare materials she could find for arrows, it was there where she met the woman named Mikayla. Well, ‘met’ was a strong word. More like almost pulling off a headshot when she heard the slightest noise from the hallway she inhabited at the time. 

But turns out, she was cool, and Mikayla made an offer to her she had no choice to refuse at the moment. And maybe when all the monsters were dead (with help from her hand).  So the small girl, roughly in her teens followed her back to here, hoping to do what she can and perhaps find her father here. 

It was loud, and everyone was bigger and taller compared to her and her step-father. Especially the man who called himself Diaz. Height wise, she probably came past his elbow slightly.

“Uh...Shima,” She answers looking somewhat shocked at the herculean figure.