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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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Despite her best efforts, it was obvious this was a lost cause. She had been in these situations before, it never got easier no matter how often it happened. The way the world worked now, it was always the hard choices that reared their ugly heads. She almost wished they could be shot as easily as a Walker.

The man's leg was a lost cause. She had no medical knowledge to speak of except putting band-aids on scrapes or taking care of acne or blackheads, and this was none of those. The man had fainted after letting out a terrible yell, a scream that would most likely cause every Walker around to their location and she couldn't pull him fast enough. She hated to do this, but it left her little choice.

She quickly tied heir hair up to prevent another Walker grab, and she checked the man's pack, noting the guns. She couldn't afford more carry weight. She went over to the fainted man and kissed his cheek, [color=D9E0F9]"I am so sorry about this."[/color] She then ran as far as she could go, while a growing sense of guilt continued to grow in her stomach.