[h1][color=ed1c24][center]Astrid Ashbourne[/center][/color][/h1]

Astrid was surprised that the Kennedy had realized what her lacrosse stick was. It was not the most popular sport in the world. Besides that the stick was torn apart and remodeled for spearing. The head of the stick had been completely removed, leaving only a foot long blade sticking out. It was a great weapon for hunting and when it came to the dead, well let's just say it was comforting to keep distance between them. [color=ed1c24]"Used to be."[/color] Her words came out abrupt and fragmented. Apparently apocalypses did nothing for her communication and social life.

When Kennedy asked what her name was she paused for a moment. After deciding that there wasn't much harm someone could do with her name she replied, [color=ed1c24]"A-astrid."[/color] Looking behind her she noticed that the yacht was filled with junk, empty boxes of food and clothes randomly spread around. It was easy to see why she thought she lived here. Living on a boat was filled with benefits. Traveling up and down the coast made scouting and foraging easy. Plus at night she didn't have to worry about the dead. Realizing that she had taken her eyes off Kennedy her head whipped back around and Astrid studied her to see if she had made a move. Trust was a luxury she couldn't afford in this world. No matter how friendly someone appeared.
[@The Kraken]