I have no room for hate in my heart. As history has proven time and time again, it has never done this world any good. In fact, with the lack of hate, I managed to create a safe haven away from the demons that stalk outside these walls. Though of course, I could have never done it alone.
"Milo!" I hear my best friend, Jeremy, calling. Jeremy is a tall, lanky man with short sandy hair. His many scars on the outside distract from the scars on the inside, leaving it easy to forget how much he has been through.
"What is it?" I ask, adjusting my gas mask and turning to face him.
"We have a newcomer. She's a bit..." He paused for a moment, biting his cheek as he looked for the word. "Difficult. I was hoping you could help gain her trust."
I nod my head in response. "Where is she?"
"In the med bay. Z is checking her over for any issues or potential bites right now. I'd give it an hour before heading over. Z will hold her for you."
An hour and a half later, I finally decided to check on Z and this newcomer. Z was our only doctor. They frowned at me as I approached, shaking their head. Z was around an average height, having long, poorly dyed, colorful hair.
"Z? What's the issue?" I asked, tilting my head.
"She's trouble, boss. I'm tellin' ya. Ain't no way she won't disturb the peace."
"What's her name?" I asked, ignoring their negative comments.
"Says it's Vinnie."
With that, I pushed pass Z. Entering the fixed up abandoned cabin we used as a hospital, I looked at the closest bed. There sat a redheaded girl with an anger in her eyes. She couldn't have been older than thirteen, yet she held the rage of eleven men. She wore ripped clothes and was covered in scars and dried blood. She clung tightly onto a metal baseball bat.
"So, you must be Vinnie." I said as I pulled up a chair, sitting down on it.
"Who's asking?" She asked, glaring through me.
"My name is Milo. I run this place. You're safe now, so you can put down the bat."
"No, I think I'll keep it." She sneered, her knuckles turning white around the bat. "Now what makes you think I wanted to be here in the first place? I was taken."
"We took her because her camp was under attack and she was only a child." A guard piped up. I raised a hand to silence them.
"While I understand your frustration, I believe you will be happier here. How about you give it a week? If you're still not happy here, you can leave."
"Fine."