[hider=Dixie][hr] [center][url=https://fontmeme.com/typewriter-fonts/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/171223/138a435ca3651b6fd3d84e459e14fe6b.png[/img][/url][hr] [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/ef2f3cd8-b3f4-45b2-928e-bc253fe0082a.jpg]PICTURE[/url][hr] [url=https://fontmeme.com/typewriter-fonts/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/171223/3f1831ab07943869ed6fbe0bb2c995ea.png[/img][/url][/center] [hr] Dixie had broken away from the other scavengers feeling that they were too noisy for her nerves but kept close to them just in case they needed any help and then they went and got one of their number bitten; Enrique. Then the dam fools wanted to drag him into their hideout knowing as many survivors did that getting bitten was not only a death sentence but a hazard to the living when they turned. Sure she felt bad for the man but that didn’t mean she was so sentimental as to believe he wouldn’t turn and because they couldn’t face reality were endangering people who were still healthy. Now because of all their noise the group was a target for the walkers and Dixie was already exhausted from the effort she put in defending the fools. It was so bad that Michie was presently straining to keep the door shut so they could escape into the next building and they were still going to drag the doomed man with them so that eventually they’d have to smash his head in as they had so many already. She thought of helping with the rear guard but then it occurred to her that someone needed to clear the building they were hoping to move to and she was likely the only person here with urban tactical training. She headed over to the other building and began her work even though she knew it was only a temporary shelter at best. As she searched the building with a Tonfa in each hand she remembered how close they were to the Digue du Canal where there were bound to be long barges and the canal tugs or those that were self propelled