[centre][h1][b][color=fff200]Niesha[/color][/b][/h1]
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Location Building one:Armoury[/centre]


Niesha approached the armoury slowly, even though she knew that time was of the essence. So many thoughts were in her head, and despite herself, she couldn’t stop them going towards Sophia now and then. She didn’t think that her sanity had snapped… but how would she know? Weren’t voices one of the signs of going crazy? Should she even worry about that? Surely they had all survived this long, because they were all a little crazy? Didn’t you have to be, to survive the walking dead? She tried to bring her thoughts back to what had happened, what they were going to do. Death was apart of daily living, these days… a funeral… it made things seem more real. Death and lose had started to feel too normal… it shouldn’t be. 

She sighed softly to herself. It had taken so long to get over Sophia, to get past her death… and now she was hearing her voice. Was there some truth to the many religions out there that believed a proper burial, proper rights, led a spirit to its rest, to whatever was beyond? The dead walked, why not ghosts? 

She was getting off track again. She recognised it for what it was. A defense mechanism. Drawing a deep breath, she looked up as she opened the door, as Jim spoke to her. For a moment, she stood there silently, trying to piece together what she needed to say… [color=yellow]”Miss Sally died… Froggy wants a proper funeral for her… Ravi-the new guy-, Chloe, Riley and myself are going out to get what we need… “[/color] she trailed off, not sure what else she had to say, and stared at Jim. Why had it been so hard to say that Miss Sally was dead? She still felt like she could have done more… Despite what Sophia’s voice said… She curled her hands slightly, shaking her head slowly and sighing, [color=yellow]”There’s a funeral home nearby, but still best not to risk it without anything, right?”[/color]