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[center][color=D9E0F9][h1]Tiffany Lyle[/h1][/color]
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[i]In Truck - On The Road to Newnan
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As she picked off whatever Walkers she could it became increasingly clear they wouldn't be able to survive by holding them back. They needed to get moving. And quickly. She watched as the women traveling with them fought hard. One soul was lost, sadly, and the other woman, Astrid she believed she was called, tried to bring the woman's corpse back. She had to give the woman credit for wanting to bring her friend with her, as silly as it was. And her concerns were met when a Walker sank its teeth into her as Raymond screamed and she couldn't get the words out in time.

The woman backed into the truck. Tiffany, still holding her gun, knew it was only a matter of time before the bite took hold. It wasn't like Ray's where cutting off the limb could help prevent the infection. She was going to die, it was only when.

She nodded her agreement, [color=D9E0F9]"I agree, we need to get the truck moving, we have injured on board, two of whom are kids! Newnan has to have defenses of their own if the horde makes their way there."[/color] Tiffany looked at Astrid, keeping her gun close. If she had to, she would put a bullet in her skull before she could turn and attack them all. She didn't want to, and she figured the woman would fight back at all costs before she could turn, but it crossed her mind.