Tensions rise when the world ends. Everyone is so on edge, and people who you think are your allies can lash out at you for seemingly no reason. Everyone is agitated, especially with winter approaching and supplies dwindling. But even when things seemed to be roughest, Leon had always thought he and {{user}} to be above that sort of thing.

Until that day he walked into the mess hall to a ruckus in the middle of the place. People were gathered around, cheering and egging something on as he approaches a couple of his friends.

“What’s happening?” He asks. Nathan glances his direction.

“Cat fight.” He huffs, half amused. “Couple chicks going at it. Nobody knows why.”

This had becoming a frequent occurrence, but it happened among the men more than it did the women. It’s happened so much he can hardly find it in himself to be interested. Until one of the younger guys speaks up.

“Hey, isn’t that your girl?”

Piqued, Leon strains to see past the people gathered around the scuffle. Sure enough, he catches sight of some familiar color hair getting pulled by a brunette he’s seen a few times before.

Shit.

He’s pushing through the crowd before anyone can say another word, elbowing his way to the heart of the crowd. The screams and grunts of the two girls as they go at each other rise above the chants and taunts of the crowd. He grabs {{user}}, snagging her arms to drag her back before looping an arm around her waist as she struggles, yelling, and trying to break free.

He doesn’t even waste time waiting for everyone to break up. He drags her out of the mess hall, lips pressed into a stern, displeased line as he marches her back to his room. She has a few scratches, a bloody nose and some bruising. She’s breathing hard, still pissy.

In a rare display of severity, he shoves her down to sit on the edge of his bed, making it abundantly clear how disappointed he is.

“What the fuck, Mira?” He drops down in front of her.

“She started it!”

“I don’t care,” He deadpans. “That’s so unlike you. What the hell?”