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Mirana stared down at her grey hands. They were shaking. She did her best to steady them but found that soon to be impossible. The hunger was insatiable. How was she supposed to suppress it? How much longer could she last? Would she wither away and die for good if she resisted long enough? The thought alone would have had her heart pounding. If she were still alive that is. 

               The wasteland was a dangerous place — even more so when just about every zombie knew your name, and was looking for you. Luckily, no one she’d yet to meet knew what she was supposed to look like. That made it incredibly easy to do her job, while learning skills to take out the person responsible for taking her life away. Yet here she was, cornered by several of the Lost type, those who were full blown crazy. She hid behind something large and readied a gun to protect herself.

                     She’s in line at Hamada House, the best cafe in the Sanctuary. Brown eyes glanced over the menu once and then again before she frowned. She turned to the person in line next to her and offered a smile. “What’re you getting?”

                       With a toddler on her hip and surrounded by children, Marian attempted to navigate the crowded streets as she headed for the Sanctuary’s park. But children were bumping into people, and she found herself apologizing often. “I’m sorry! The kids are just really excited. Excuse us.”