"Noah? NOAH? Are you sure it's him?!"
A young woman pushed herself forward from the crowd of seemingly all important people. Her heels clicked sharply against the tile floor, the force in her steps was made with a panicked hostility towards Grant.
Her outfit was wildly out of place. She wore a sunflower yellow designer dress, tight enough to leave little to the imagination, a slit dangerously low at the chest. Jeweled accessories sparkled around her as if she was coming from a fashioned gala rather than surviving in an apocalypse.
Her face was adorned with makeup.
Not only her, but there were a mixture of people there that didn't fit the chaotic world. Men and women alike were all dressed up in a luxury fashion, not a hint of weapons or gear on them.
