Need to get somewhere fast....

"I've got a place, not too far from here." You comment, gently picking up the **** girl in a fireman's carry. She is very beautiful, you note, with long red hair and a nice chest. There are a few welts on her body, and she seems to be drifting in and out of conciousness.

"Is it safe?" The other girl asks, looking about nervously. Her eyes constantly stray to the man who lies dead nearby. She self-conciously adjusts her clothing, as her gaze washes over him. She hugs herself against your arm, and you realize the terror that is still present in her. She is a blonde, with the same physical traits as her sister, but is very concious.

"What's your name?" You ask quietly, as you move her through the deserted store. The girl on your shoulder does not hamper you too much as you move, although her presence is a bit distracting.

"I'm Brittney," replies the blonde, her arms still wrapped in a deathgrip around one of yours. "My sister, her name's Erin. Oh my god, is she going to be alright?"

"I'm not...... I hope so." You check your initial response quickly. This girl needs support, not your honest opinion. You reach the emergency stairwell, and open the door carefully. The stairs are fairly easy to get down, despite your burden, and soon you find yourself once more in the basement. Quickly, you return to the side room where you had been located earlier, and lock the door behind you. The room is dimly lit, but comforting, since it has been your home for a while now.

You carry the **** girl, Erin, over to the makeshift bed that you have been using. Doing your utmost to avoid harming her further, you place her upon it, piling the few blankets to make her more comfortable. As you do this, her eyes flutter, then open.

"Is he still...." her voice tremors with fear, and she looks at her sister, before staring at you and trembling.

"He's gone..." Brittney says, starting to cry softly, and crawls onto the bedding to hold her sister.

"Then who's this?" Erin murmurs, relaxing slightly as her sister caresses her.

"That's the man who saved you." She looks at you strangely. "Who are you anyway."

"Alex, Alex Smith" you reply, "I'm not like him, I swear."

The two girls seem to take comfort at your words, and relax a little more. Standing carefully, you move to your meager food supply, and using one of the cups, pour water from one of you bottles. Brittney accepts it, and holds the cup to Erin's lips, who slowly, but with growing confidence, drinks.

You are pretty sure that Erin will be all right physically. She seems to be getting better every minute. Right now, you have to decide what to do. You don't have enough food down here to last more than a couple of days, but you know that Erin and Brittney both need time to recover. Perhaps you could do a quick run outside and resupply your little hideaway. However, you note the girls looking at you nervously. You don't really want to leave them alone right now, since they seem to need the reassurance of your presence.