[center][color=#2A52BE][h1]Cerry[/h1][/color][/center]

It was a good thing to be amazed at wondrous feats. It meant that you still had an imagination in these dire times, yet the same times brought many stunts to the table. At campfires, you'd hear crazy tales that one did just to survive. Sneaking around a horde of zombies. Taking on the same horde. In Cerry's mind, she didn't consider the action the surprising factor, rather the result. What would come of this strange man? Was all of his backstory but a ploy for some outsider group to cause trouble, or was she just paranoid? Regardless, Cerry didn't wish to voice her thoughts. Bluu was a new person, and these days you don't see many new faces around Beacon. Why make them despise you right as you meet the stranger when you have a chance to make a new friend? She simply nodded at Nix and motioned towards the checkpoint. [color=#2A52BE]"Come, Bluu. Let us get you checked in."[/color]