Previously in Chapter One
"Lets get you a place to stay, Renee." He said a hint of sympathy in his voice.

Renee POV
I smiled and headed to an empty room on the second floor. They said they were able to hook up solar panels. I put my bag down in front of the door, keeping my knife handy. I heard a groan from the bathroom.

"One, two, three." I said opening the door. As I opened the bathroom door a Walker immediately stumbled out and attacked me, I shrieked and stabbed it in the head. One of the guys stepped inside and in shock pulled the dead body off of me.

"Thanks," I muttered, seeing my cousin.

"What were you thinking, you're probably bitten and you're the only family I have left." He stuttered quickly. I laughed and smiled at him. I showed him my unbitten arm and he smiled.  He gave me a look as the others piled in.

"Are you alright?" Lafayette asked walking in and seeing the body.

"Oui," I said smiling as Samuel took on a look of shock. Lafayette looked at me with a quizzical expression.

"You speak French?" He asked, looking at me.

"Learning," I said, smiling at the Frenchman. Samuel gave me a look of pride and I giggled. Turning to him I smiled and pulled out a rainbow water bottle from home.

"Here," I said, handing it to him. He gave me a confused look and I smiled.

"I recovered it from the camp before the invasion." I explained, he gave me a small smile and hugged me.

"Thank you, thank you so much," he said, holding the small object in his hands. George gave a confused look and I frowned at him.

"It was my cousin Lanessa or what he wanted to be called, Lane's." I explained, "he was trans, and found having it was a way to show pride. Even though his parents didn't accept him." I said, giving a faint smile at the memory. George gave me a silent, 'oh' shaking his head in realization. Samuel looked at me, "what happened to him?" He asked, I gulped and looked at him, tears coming up in my eyes.

"He killed himself five days after several years of people bullying him and calling him some bad words. Slut, fag, homo, whore, fuckface, the whole list, and the worst one he was called pushed him over the edge, the words were, why don't you kill yourself and do us all a favor. That night he downed a bottle of pills, slit his wrists up and drowned himself in a nice, warm, bath." I explained, crying slightly. He gasped and looked shocked.

"The worst part was seeing his body." She said, "I was there when they found his body, the water turned red with blood, and his eyes wide open," she said grimly. Samuel started crying and George Fredrick scooped him up into a hug.  I went to my cousin and tried to get him to calm down. He eventually did and looked at me. I walked to my cats cage and unlocked it, sending a ball of cinnamon colored fluffball attacking Samuels legs.

"I named her Jynx," I said, smiling.