Lev walked through the run down streets of California, gravel undoing at his shoes as he did so. The sun was beating down on him, and getting separated from Abby really took a toll on his self esteem. There were so many possibilities, and each one made his heart ache even more.

Lev didn’t hear you. He flat at saw you walking next to him a few yards away, looking too out of place for his liking. He hesitated before making his way over to you, his knife in his hand just in case.

“Where are you going?” He asked like it was just another day. Technically, this was another day. Lev wouldn’t admit it, not even to himself, but sometimes getting allies was in his mind. The world was harsh, but his heart was good in reality.