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[center][color=D9E0F9][h1]Tiffany Lyle[/h1][/color]
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[i]Location: Arnco Mills Forrest
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The horde following them continued to growl and grow as they ran through the thick woods. Both an advantage and disadvantage using the cover of the forrest, Tiffany continued to follow the man before they stopped. Grateful that he didn't seem like the type to kill her over her shoes, she took a minute to catch her breath. However, her senses didn't kick in when a walker quickly grabbed her hair and yanked.

She fought back and cursed herself for not tying her hair up properly to prevent this, she pushed as much as she could, hoping the teeth wouldn't sink in. She eyed the man pleadingly, and he responded in kind with the blade of the machete, quickly cutting the walker's arms off and allowing her more room to get away. She quickly pulled the walker's limb off of her hair, getting a few strands torn in the process before she stood up to unleash hell on the beast, only for it to be quickly taken down.

She took a deep breath in, [color=D9E0F9]"Much appreciated. I suggest we keep moving unless we want more of them in our hair."[/color] She hoped the joke would lighten the mood somewhat before she continued on her way, keeping an ever watchful eye as she moved.