“High Priestess! Someone is walking on our lands!”
When Manya Volkova started her journey with her horse from Florida, the main goal was to get to New York. Instead, after God knows how long in those woods, she ended up somewhere in the mountains faced with a bunch of people covered in dirt and missing teeth. They aimed to kill her, but when they saw her horse and her kill a walker from hurting one of them the next thing she knew she became their leader. The group was obviously mountain people, limited to education but they worked hard. With their basic surviving skills and her knowledge in psychology they became more organized, a group. Why High Priestess? Who even knows, she allowed them to call her that since they had a hard time saying her name.
She too, adapted with them, dressed less jeans and tank top and more deer skins and mud. Her father always told her to adapt to her environment, to evolve, and that was what she was doing. Sighing she walked out of the wooden building toward her giant horse. Whoever it was had to be some stupid loner, she’d give them a scare and come back in time to finish eating the possum she was enjoying before she was interrupted.
