[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=8dc73f]Amelia Payne[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTojj1OLJ5T4f77dGDefsPABUy66bkRd0RrN7KvzNO5QjJ6xT01sw[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] East end of MLK Jr. Dr.
[b]Skills:[/b] Sneaking, Athletics
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	This was bad... Amelia took a deep breath as she attempted to put any last strength she can into those lithe looking arms of hers. As result the limbs in question as if howled in pain into her mind as the burning sensation from attempting to move them hit her. This was truly the end of her swinging for the moment. Frankly she barely had the strength to stand up in her legs also. Amelia was barely keeping up. This appeared to be her limit, the weight and the struggle from earlier was just too much.

	The walker was shuffling towards them, but it was a few steps away, so Amelia as it's main target right now pulled a few steps away too. Her movement was rather slower than she would have liked and she just bought herself a few extra seconds as she did so. Could she do it? She wondered as her arms screamed in pain. If it came close enough, she was going to pull one final swing. She couldn't escape really, she had to take it down and there wasn't much option here. If Sam pulled together and whacked it first it would all be great though.[i][color=8dc73f]' Just one more swing... please just hold out just a few more moments, I know I've said it so many times already, but please...' [/color][/i]She silently begged her own body to hold out just ever so more. She didn't want to die here. Not like this.