#alwaysanoutcast

[text draft] Dude you might look like Bac but you’ve got better moves than he does

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((*raises an eyebrow*))

Matthew-

Well damn. And here I was, thinking you were shy.

Coran has some competition now

Swift was wandering through the city, watching people pass by. There were less of them out today, oddly enough. Sure, the outbreak was bad, but this was near the blue zone. Surely, there'd be more people than this. It's not like there were any nests nearby.

Pushing back her long hair she got out of the old tan car that had definably seen better days and headed to the small apartment complex with a simple black backpack in hand. She must've been a strange sight in the frigid Chicago weather wearing nothing but a simple navy hoodie and baggy black cargo pants. In any case, it didn't matter much to her, these people wouldn't be seeing her for more than a week or so anyway if she did the job right.

"What can I do for you?" The receptionist asked in a bored tone.

"Yes, um, do you have a room available?"

"Name and time you'll be staying?" Obviously this one was about to get off soon, or was just cranky.

"Autumn Drake." She said, handing her a credit card, of course only her first name was true. She'd learn to pick up on forging tricks over the year.

"Second floor, first door on the left. Enjoy your stay,"

"Thank you."

Just a year and she still felt like she should have a partner because of all the novice mistakes she had made (one even left her with a thick scar on her left side but she didn't talk about it much). She wondered just how people did it, living this lifestyle with all the dangers and coming out of it unfazed. She hoped it was because they had more experience, but in the end, she wasn't so sure. Could she last any longer? Or will she have to quit before she even got started.