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Claire hid behind a broken down car when she heard a couple of walkers approaching. Her bow was strapped behind her back and she brought it around slowly to not make any noise. She rubbed the sweat out of her eyes and grabbed an arrow from her sling. Peeking over the car, she spotted a total of three walkers heading her way very slowly.

She set up her bow as she stood up. After taking one out, the other two turned to face her. The old Claire would've panicked. But she'd been on her own and protecting herself for too long to let a couple of walkers make her lose her focus.

Swinging the bow back around, she pulled the machete from the sheath on her back. Climbing over the car's hood, she jumped to land next to the one closest to her. Putting her hand on it's head, she let her angelic grace knock it back and slam into another car nearby. With it out of the way, she decapitated the one behind it.

*would like to point out that all the Johns are on this list, whistles innocently*

Another annoyance is something he really did not need... but he offered. Leg over the other and attention tied to the blue e-book in his lap, the hound scrunched his nose at the slight sounds of someone approaching the lobby desk.

"I didn't cause it. I s w e a r."

*cackles*

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thesourwolfinleather

     She's just getting ready to shut down, sleep in this not so horrible abandoned tunnel, somewhere in an equally abandoned subway that she hasn't had the courage to go explore. Alice's dark, brown eyes are hooking shut, her breath evening out, until there was a noise-- not even a proper one, like footsteps against concrete. It's like a burst of air, and her eyes open, her hands reach to push herself into a sitting position.