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[center][color=D9E0F9][h1]Tiffany Lyle[/h1][/color]
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[i]The Hordebuster
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She felt relatively safe inside the giant truck. About as safe as can be expected. You were never truly safe anywhere. She looked forward to getting to Newnan and hoping there was something there for her. For all she knew, it was a thriving settlement that didn't have a need for more people and she would be turned away. She had some skills, she knew she could be useful. And she was so tired of walking and traveling all the time.

Not to mention she wanted to make sure Ray was ok. If she had to be turned away, she would beg they at least let her stay until Ray is fully recovered, or as best he can be. She watched him as he was sleeping, satisfied that they were ok for the time being. Chloe did a good job helping him, she would have to thank her later. She also watched the other boy, Ciel. She would make sure to talk to him too. She talked to kids a lot as part of her internship. Usually, the male lawyers relied on the females to talk to the kids as they felt more comfortable with them. She found it easy. She remembered her fiance and the hope she had for them, for a life. That was a while ago though, she moved on.

She felt pity for the others with them, the ones that came from Newnan. Here they were, helping strangers and losing their own people for them. She said a silent prayer, which she promised to do, for the Viking women, for the little boy, for the man that fell, and for Astrid who was on death's door. She hoped they would all find peace wherever they were.