[hr][centre][color=yellow][h1][b]NIesha[/b][/h1]
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[b]Location[/b]: Outside the Funeral home[/color][/centre]
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Niesha fell silent, one hand holding her bow securely, and shifting her pack on her back, making sure it was sitting comfortably. She sighed softly, glancing about them, but unable to stop herself from looking back to Newman every few seconds. She didn’t know if she was strong enough to come back from this, come back from losing people that were important to her again… but could she be strong enough to at least get Riley and Ravi somewhere safe? She had to be. After that… she didn’t care what happened to her. 

Did she have to always survive while everyone else died?

Maybe she should just embrace the crazy. Embrace whatever was done to them all and let herself descend into madness. After the others were safe. She hesitated a moment however, not quite game to follow Riley. She didn’t think the buildings were safe, but… they needed the bags. [color=yellow]”We only go in if we can be sure it won’t fall, okay?”[/color] She said softly, her voice heavy with emotion, but she couldn’t push the ocean of emotions back. 

How long had the human race been around for? They’d discovered so much, and yet…. Emotions were something Niesha doubted they would ever truly comprehend the depth and diversity of them. She closed her eyes a moment, sighing softly. It was a bad idea, if she listened, she was sure she could still hear that gun going off…

And there, the distant rumble of thunder, of the earth quaking. Why had the earth turned on them, so drastically? Why did it do this to them, after everything they had been through? Fire would have been better… there would have been warning of a fire. They could have done something, but against the earth that seemed intent of destroying everything? What could they have done about that? 

It almost sounded close… but there was no shaking of the ground, nothing like it had been… an after shock? A mild one? Frowning, Niesha opened her eyes at Ravi’s words, glancing about them, until she spied the monstrosity that was the hoard buster. [color=yellow]”James?”[/color] But that was foolish, wasn’t it?  Who had taken it out? Had some people managed to get in, get out? Her heart hopeful, Niesha began to walk towards it, wanting to run- but not liking the idea of a broken bone if she tripped over anything. 

Who was it? She threw up her free hand, hoping that whoever it was, would see them. She didn’t want to risk shouting- what if there were walkers about? Better to be safe then sorry.