[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=82ca9d]Astrid Hansen[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://45.media.tumblr.com/9f25a18ae9b4bf98f8823c662cec51c9/tumblr_n4t8jynrAy1shlaiao1_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] The Corner of Fucked and Screw It
[b]Interacting With:[/b][@Sigil] [@Nallore] [@Charnobylisk] [@Caits][/center][hr]

	Astrid nodded slightly as she kicked her heels into the flanks of Edgar and pushed forward. The smell of smoke coming from the nearby house as the curtains caught fire and the untended to home slowly began to crawl in flames. It was a slow burn, the inside catching fire quickly but the outside smoldering because of the storm that had passed. She increased her pace to catch up with the two women further north on the road while Bridgette went to get the others attention. She was not one to bring people within their close ranks so quickly but with the hoard approaching from the south, there was strength in numbers; if only for an additional meat shield for her and her companion. 

	The sound of heavy hooves clopped along the road, nearly drowned out as the hoard continued its approach; many being drawn in by the flames but with the size of the hoard it would not last long. Astrid only hoped that it helped long enough for them to find the walls they had once seen so long ago when the construction had first begun. They had seen Newnan before but it was not a strong hold as their last home was; they had pressed on, opting for solitude for the time. They had seen what walls could do and Astrid was not ready to seek refuge behind anymore right then. That was then though and this was now. Time makes converts of us all. 

	Her hair billowed in the wind as she grasped the reins of her steed. [color=a187be]"I am Astrid, that hoard won't be distracted long. We think we know of a place, come on,"[/color] Astrid stated flatly as she pulled the reins back and brought Edgar to a stop. [color=a187be]"One of you in the wagon, the other up here with me, we need to hurry,"[/color] she said as she held a hand out to which ever one would climb up with her. Their wagon was small but it was strong enough for one and her horse was more than strong enough for three females and the wagon. A draft horse didn't like the heat but Edgars strength and stamina could prove invaluable right now if they were to keep enough distance between them and the walkers.