[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=coral][center]Samira Darzi[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=coral]Location:[/color] Zion Hill Baptist Church[/center][center][color=coral]Skills:[/color] Survival/Traveling[/center] 
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Sam ran out of the church to witness the aftermath of the explosion form a gigantic mushroom cloud west of her position. The dark grey smoke rose into the air in a dance that almost seemed surreal to Sam, [i]what the hell happened there? Can't be walkers...must be people[/i]. She then glanced at her surroundings and noticed the snow had melted considerably. The warmer weather was welcomed as snow wasn't something Sam had the chance of confronting before, being born and raised in Miami.

Another loud sound brought her out of her thoughts and as Sam cast her gaze forward she could see a building crumbling down and what looked like two survivors emerging from the wreckage. She turned back to look at the church's front door on the floor and decided it was time to leave her uncomfortable shelter - what she would miss the most was the moldy smell, or perhaps the creepy bloodstained interior. Truthfully, Sam couldn't decide. 

With a small chuckle, Sam strapped her backpack's single strap over her chest and tentatively stepped onto the quickly melting snow. [i]Finally, people to talk to. I miss you dad, wherever you are.[/i] With renewed optimism, Sam scoffed at the snowy and icy desert she faced. She ran track, this couldn't be half that bad, right? Wrong. Every step she took she sank down into the snow up to her knee. She had to pull herself out, just to sink in again. 

With heaving lungs and snow compacted around her left leg, Sam decided it was a good time to take a much-deserved breath. Her throat burned and she thought that maybe the church wasn't so bad, maybe with a few air fresheners it could be home. Chuckling, Sam thought if she stayed alone any longer she'll go insane and start talking out loud to herself.

She took her fire axe out of its holster and used it to pull herself out of the snow and continued to use it for support all throughout her murderous trek through the snowy abyss. After a few more feet, and almost losing her boot to the snowy depths of despair, Sam stopped again. 

Sweat ran down her face as she looked up at the sky and shouted: [color=coral]"just kill me!"[/color]  After a moment she added: [color=coral]"On second thought, nevermind. It was a spur of the moment thing."[/color]  And she just transitioned from sane to insane. A few more horrifyingly hard steps later, Sam had managed to make it to the road behind the church. She noticed the number engraved on the mailbox: 26.

The snow seemed to be more compact in this area, Sam noticed and started to jog lightly, axe in hand. She surveyed the area for groups of walkers, but it seemed fairly quiet. Before too long, she made it to the building she saw crumble down like a stack of dominos. She slowed her trek down until she spotted two people walking towards the forest on the other side of the road. 

Without missing a beat, Sam ran towards them as she got closer she noticed there were a man and a redheaded woman, who was supporting the man as he was visibly missing a leg. [color=coral]"Hey! Wait up!"[/color] Sam shouted at them from across the street. She placed her axe back into its holster, as to not come across a murdering maniac, as she sprinted the rest of the distance towards them. [color=coral]"I saw the building fall,"[/color] she paused to take a deep breath, [color=coral]"are you two alright?"[/color] 

She placed both of her hands on her hips as she caught her breath. Instinctively she stared down at her watch to see her time and distance but remembered it was all out of juice. [i]Damn,[/i] Sam would have loved to have been able to clock that run. [i]Can't win 'em all.[/i]