[centre][b][color=ec008c][h1]Jacklyn[/h1][/color][/b][/centre]

Jacklyn Walked down a road that at one time would have been the main road in or out of the small town she had spent the night in. She had chosen to stay in the towns small jail, figuring that that would be the safest place once she locked herself behind the bars. She had miraculously found a few bullets, perhaps left over in the towns haste to escape impending doom. They could mean the difference between life and death for her, although she was well aware that if she was chased by a herd of walkers, she would be run down and torn apart. And this time, she wouldn't have someone to push behind her to give her a moment or two respite. In this world, it was either survive or die. She did what she had to. Over one shoulder, she had a backpack that held a few bits and pieces but that wouldn't help her in the long run. What she needed was a group. People to watch her back while she slept. People to, if need be, sacrifice for her own survival. She contemplated where she might find people, having been roughly a week since she was alone. She had survived by, essentially, staying off the Walker grid, occasionally running into the odd one or two, quickly dispersed. 

Maybe a farm? There seemed to be a surprising lack of the dead about, yet Jacklyn knew that didn't mean they weren't about. Merely that nothing had attracted them. A small farm, maybe, with a handful of animals, might go unnoticed by the dead. And that might mean there were people...

jacklyn stoped a moment to get her bearings, but she had no idea where she was, truly. Down the road slightly, there was a coupe of cars that bad, quite obviously, crashed. Maybe in the rush to get out, maybe afterwards. Inside, she could see a walker, the front of the car smashed in, perhaps trapping the dead man by the legs, but certainly not killing them completely. Would have been better if he had smashed his head like a melon on the dashboard but what was, was. Deciding that it wasn't worth the effort to put the man down, Jacklyn walked around the cars. The second car appeared to have escaped much damage, the occupants had clearly walked out. She pondered that a moment, before shrugging and continuing on her way. 

She walked for sometime, glancing about her constantly, but there appeared to be nothing and no one about. She really was in the middle of no where. Perhaps someday soon a herd would walk through here, but for now, Jacklyn was safe. Or as safe as could be in this world. She stumbled across some farms, but none looked to have any occupants and she wasn't quite game enough to approach them, not when one had had the carcass of a mutilated cow. Or she supposed that was what it was. Finally, when she was nearly giving up, when night was turning to day, and she was about to find someplace she could rest, she came across a farm that looked to have occupants. There were cars, at least, and evidence that some walkers had been killed recently. She tilted her head, studying it, before she began to walk up the road towards the farm. 

she wasn't surprised when she came across a guard, but so far Jacklyn hadn't met someone she couldn't charm. She smiled sweetly, adding a bit of weariness to it, and adjust her voice smoothly to relief, stumbling a little bit as she approached the guard that had made their presence known. 

"[color=ec008c]Oh thank god! I thought I'd never see a living person again! It's been so long...c-can I come in?[/color]" her voice held that natural twang of Texas, which she laid on thick, making it seem like her voice was thick with tears, with relief.[color=ec008c] "I'd be ever so grateful..."[/color] She let herself trail did, her smile all innocent, but it wouldn't be the first time Jacklyn used her body to get what she wanted. 
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