Indi stood there and looked at the strange girl surprised. 

"What are you...?" Indi asked nervously.

Azalea chuckled "I guess you could say I'm, skilled.." 

"You just set zombies on fire with a shuriken. Skilled doesn't even come close." Indi shot back.

"That was Ignis Extract." Azalea explained, showing Indi a small, half-filled vial full of red liquid. Indi gasped despite herself. Before the apocalypse, when her mom was alive, Ignis Extract, or I.E., had been the talk of America. A scientist called Arthur Kein had discovered it, and it had begun being used for various experiments before it was discovered that to be produced, the blood of some particular people (No one had really paid attention to that part-they just knew they were humans) was harvested. A couple of days earlier, another liquid called Sanguis Extract was also released, and it was discovered that Sanguis was actually the tears of another one of the special humans, who's blood had released the most potent Ignis.

The lab had been shut down, and all involved but the victims arrested, excepting a few scientists who got away with the remaining crates of Ignis.

"You-You're one of the Ignis scientists!" Indi exclaimed, backing away. "You monster!"

"What? No I'm not. I make it myself." Azalea said, holding the vial up to a small cut on her arm which was leaking blood. The blood fizzled as it connected with the Ignis, sparks dancing in the fiery liquid.

Indi's eyes widened, and a surge of guilt filled her heart. She had just accused a victim of the I.E. fiasco of being one of the people who had engineered it!

"I-I'm sorry." she choked out, reluctant to say the words from an upbringing with a angry older brother. "It-"

"No big deal." Azalea said, stoppering the vial and tearing a strip off a long leaf, tying her dark blue-streaked gold hair into a ponytail, a long one which reached her waist. How long was Azalea's hair? It was hard to see clearly, as night was falling, but it was definitely longer than Indi's, which she had though long, it being longest of anyone she had known, past her mid-back. 

Indi mentally chided herself for thinking about hair right now. She usually left bothering about that stuff to Karmin, her best friend before the apocalypse. 

Something buzzed, and Azalea reached into the pocket of her black leather jacket, taking out a walkie-talkie. "Yes, Zane?"

"We've got a situation! Phoenix Drop's being overrun! Karmin's trapped in a house with Jenna and Jane-scissors, knives, and bullets are fine, but we need your help!" A male voice, around the same age as Azalea, who had told Indi she was eighteen, said. Perhaps a little older, but close.

"Karmin?" Indi gasped. Azalea stared at the seventeen year-old, and seemed to realize something.

"Wait, you're the Indi Kar is always talking about? The one who-" Azalea started, only to be cut off.

"Sorry to break you two up, but we are going to get killed if this goes on much longer! I think Vylad's closest-I'll be sending him coordinates to your location now!" 'Zane' bellowed, and the line clicked off.  And that's when a guy in a dark green jacket, jeans, and sneakers burst into the clearing. Nineteen, Indi guessed his age to be.

"Oh great, it's the most annoying creature left on Earth." Azalea snapped, hands on hips.

"Hey, Phoenix. Just cause you hate me doesn't mean others don't." the newcomer said, grinning.

"Like who, Vylad? Your mother? You don't have one. Your dad hates everyone. Zane is always pissed off with you, Adam barely tolerates you, Katelyn thinks of you as a pain in the butt, Karmin attacks you every three seconds-" Azalea started, ticking people off on her fingers.

"Phoenix?" Indi asked, confused.

"Her codename back when we were in the Ignis facility. Fire and all that." Vylad explained, grabbing their arms. "One, two, three, poof-"

Suddenly, they were standing in the middle of a town. They had apparently teleported. 

But that wasn't the bad part.

"You need to work on that." Azalea said, as the three were surrounded by a mob of zombies.