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[center][h1][color=8dc73f]Amelia Payne[/color][/h1]
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Location: Graveyard 
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 [color=8dc73f]“I shouldn't...”[/color] Amelia quietly let out as Kris proposed to sit down. She couldn't sit down. Everyone had to work. There was no time to stop for a single person. She needed to help dig the graves. She needed to work and keep occupied. That said her hands did feel so incredibly weak and shacking right now. Whether or not Riley would make it back home intact indeed weighted on Amelia's mind and sanity like a massive boulder that was in the process of crushing her tender limbs. 

[color=8dc73f] “Ahhh...!”[/color] She tried to object when the hoe was pulled away from her hands with rather ease. For some reason she just didn't want to go see Tati. Mostly because she didn't want to worry anyone else with herself. That and the fact she wasn't sure what she'd talk about.[color=8dc73f]” I... really shouldn't. Still work...”[/color] She tried to object, but NO was not being taken as an answer by Meg, Kris nor Tiffany it seemed. Finally she took Meg's hand to follow.[color=8dc73f]” Alright, but... just for a little.”[/color] She added, still feeling her rebelling stomach. She felt like throwing up for since Riley left, but managed to hold it for now.