Chance Meeting (Tag: Squall) (Mature)

Esmeralda nodded, "Exhausted, those zombies don't often allow you to rest in peace... no pun intended."

Esmeralda smiled, "Good, damn creatures aren't worth the effort it takes to kill them."

Esmeralda looked up at him, "Really? And here I've tried to kill them with fire."

Esmeralda laughed, "Where were you when I needed you? Though I suppose that rings true with my experiences as well. At one point a truck exploded and I was chased down a street by flaming corpses." She shuddered as she remembered the experience leading to her killing an infected child. She could never seem to get the image out of her head for long.

Esmeralda looked up at him with haunted eyes, "Do the images ever go away?"

Esmeralda nodded before the images of everything that had happened just started flashing through her mind. She couldn't stop them, no matter how much she wanted to. Even the tragedies in Paris made their appearance, along with the cannibals, the face of the child she'd killed, and on and on until she couldn't stop shaking.

She'd faced so much trauma alone, and now that someone was with her, it seemed like her mental defenses finally just broke down. She felt herself start sobbing and she leaned onto his shoulder and let herself cry the tears she couldn't previously.