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[color=coral][b]Location:[/b][/color] Mary Ann Street, Newnan
[color=coral][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Anaerobic and Aerobic Capacity
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[color=coral]"Anything but food,"[/color] Sam chuckled as she looked over at her one-legged companion. They were not in immediate danger anymore, as they had managed to get far away from the horde of undead horde that had been close to them earlier. Perhaps a little talking would do them good, and Ray was right, it would make this treacherous walk much less tedious. And besides, Sam was a little tired of hearing her own ragged breaths - through the sound of her footsteps in the snow was somehow relaxing. 

As she continued walking, Sam almost lost her footing as she stepped on another long patch of ice and snow. She quickly righted herself as she used her axe to keep her balance, though the sudden movement caused her ribs to sting a little. She glanced down at the wound and was happy to see that it hadn't bled through the bandages yet. Amelia had done a good job of patching her up. Sam figured she would need to change them in the next few hours, hopefully under a roof this time so she could get a closer look at the lacerations. [color=coral]"Are you both from around here? Did you know each other before all of this started?"[/color] Sam asked, curious but not suspicious.