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“Can  you do something for me?” Doreen’s voice was soft and calm. “Can you hold this shoe box. But be very careful. I have to go prepare their milk” Doreen mumbled softly. “It’s been a rough few weeks. They miss their mama” 

Don’t be fooled. It may look like I’m sealing every entrance in the outpost, but really I’m quite flattered.

“Baby, don’t be like that.” Wink pulls the door of the bunker shut behind her and dumps a burlap bundle on the floor, which squelches audibly on impact. More meat. She hands him a gas mask with red-tinted lenses and beams at him, her face and bandanna both flecked with dried blood.

hands: A permanent crust of dirt is under Wink’s fingernails. She needs a good scrubbing. Her hands are petite, slender little fingers and oval-shaped nails, no notable scars. A lot of the time her knuckles are scraped up from fights or from working on her car.

body type: Wink puts on weight and keeps it really easily, but considering food scarcity out in the wasteland, this just means she’s not as skeletal as some folks in her position tend to be. Still skinny though.

sleeping habits: Once she’s asleep, it’s almost impossible to wake her up. Grab her arm, lift it, and drop it, she’ll be out cold until she’s good and ready. She prefers to sleep in her bunker, it’s safest there, but anywhere else (in the sand, in her car, on a rock) she’ll bundle up her jacket as a pillow and nod right off.

keeping warm/cool: Wink rarely goes outside during the day, she sunburns wicked easily, and would rather wrap herself up in extra scarves to handle the chilly desert nights. She’s most active in the mildest parts of the day cycle, sunrise and sunset.