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[center][color=D9E0F9][h1]Tiffany Lyle[/h1][/color]
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[i]Tiffany and Ray's home -> Going down Lagrange Street
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Tiffany was thankful for Ray for being protective of her, though she could take care of herself. It was nice to have that support. However, that wasn't important right now. Right now, they needed to find out what was going on. A gunshot in the morning of a peaceful settlement was never a good thing. Her mind raced with possible scenarios. It could be an attack. It could be a horde. It could be...no she didn't want to think about that possibility.

Ray quickly got dressed, grabbed his knife, and was out. She got up and put on her own clothes and grabbed her knife and followed closely. She caught up to him fairly quickly and kept in step with him. Mildly impressed he was able to walk so well with his crutch, she reminded herself to appreciate him later. She scanned her surroundings. So far, it didn't seem like there was any danger, but she knew better. After a few years of doing this, you learn that even the quiet could be deadly.