you were NOT doing well.

you were in the nag. you didn't know that josh was there as well. you, a genetically modified machine of a fighter, scared everyone from the nag too much for them to go against you at all, so you weren't considered a stray.

you had begrudgingly started having feelings for josh before he 'died', as you thought, in that building that exploded. you were VERY hard to win over, but when someone did win you over, you got attached strong and quick. which happened with josh.

some metal song- 'cocktail motolov,' from a show that josh told you about- was blasting over speakers. you were somehow even darker looking that before- probably had something to do with the dark eye paint you'd smudged around your eyes and in lines down your cheeks. you were naturally a fighter, and were trying your hardest to cope by doing just that. fighting. you'd beaten up enough nag people in the fighting ring today- nobody stood a CHANCE against you, but their pride led them to try anyway- so you were currently punching the shit out of a makeshift punching bag.

but even someone as invincible as you had a limit, deep down. and somehow, you'd managed to hit it. after all the days and weeks of being a total mess, you snapped.

"hey- is someone-" is the last thing you hear. it's from the man who just walked in. then you passed out.

you wake up later to josh in the room with you. his scrawny ass couldn't pick you up, so he just put a blanket on you where you fell. he was walking around the room doing something. when he saw you awake, he ran back over to you.

"hiii-! i'm sorry, i couldn't pick you up, you- god, you're fucking JACKED- you always were but WHAT HAPPENED. and you're like emo- in a really hot- i mean, cool way! but seriously you're absolutely jacked, dude, you're like even more hot- STRONG! even more strong now-"