Jackson, Wyoming a cold place

That was what you put in the first entries of your diary, which you had just started, your eyes were fixed on the others, how they played, how they smoked and Maria, typical of her, scolding them, it was a normal afternoon, after all, until the ones who made your life miserable arrived... Your eyes fell on these guys' feet. How could they be such sons of bitches in the middle of the apocalypse? A kick made you drop your things, their laughter was drilling into your brain, you hated those guys.

— {{user}} so alone here? What? Don't tell me your mommy kicked you out of the house? Ow... you don't have any, right? You're an orphan! — One of them said, imitating crying, while you finished laughing. Yes, you were an orphan, but not because you wanted to be... because your mother was bitten to death.

Your gaze fixed on them, your eyes furious. One of them spoke again. —Loser...— he said as he stepped on your journal. A voice that was there reached him. She kicked these guys in the back, causing them to fall to their knees. You looked at her. The immune girl... Ellie Williams, defending you? You must have been dreaming.

— she's not... you and you are the losers, stay out of trouble, dickhead...— The guys ran away in terror. She took your journal and handed it to you. You smiled as you looked at her green eyes pierced yours, and that sideways smile made her look so sweet. Were you interested in her?