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[center][h1][color=D9E0F9]Tiffany Lyle[/color] and [color=00ff00]Jack Hudson[/color][/h1]
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Location: Walking Towards Arnco Mills[/center]
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On that note, Tiffany sped along as quickly as possible. They needed to get to safety soon. It was still daylight out, thankfully, but it would be foolish to be out and about in unknown territory during the night. Tiffany kept up with Jack, for the most part, less he get away from her again and she needs to speed moonwalk over to him. However, as luck would have it, the ice made things hard and she found herself sinking a bit lower and nearly tripping.

She glanced down to see her foot stuck in mud caused by the ice. Worry spread across her face as she tried to lodge herself out. She managed to get it out with a good tug, mud caking her foot. It was better than being stuck. She looked over to Jack, giving him an "I'm all right" look before she stood up and continued to follow him.

Jack nodded, continuing to move - this time, northward. The ice was cracking beneath his feet, making a silent effort a bit impossible yet it didn't matter too much in the long run. They already had several walkers looking at them - they just needed to try their best to keep their distance at this point. He glanced behind him to make sure that Tiffany was alright, and in that second, something caught on his foot. He tumbled forward, narrowly managing to keep his balance. His arms flailed about in the air almost comically.

Tiffany worried when Jack nearly fell, but he was still up and moving. They continued North, hoping to be rid of the horde soon. She noticed Jack nearly fell when he looked at her. She didn't want to be the cause of any accidents so she did her best to keep up with him in the hopes the two of them could rely on each other in case things got dicey. Tiffany moved quickly and surprised herself at how quiet she was being. It was best not to alert more Walkers than necessary. If they stayed in the forest it would be ok, but they couldn't be here long. Who knew what awaited them inside?

As they kept on moving, Jack's mind wasn't as focused on the task at hand as it should have been. His mind had drifted to a place as dark and morose as it was cheerful, as his [a href="https://static0.srcdn.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/mary-winchester-supernatural-impala.jpg"]mother[/a] came to mind. In his nightmares, it was her in her final moments - as a walker. Yet this was so much worse. He remembered her on a chilly February day, out in the snow giving a tour to the latest influx of tourists to Boston. She was dressed in period garb, attempting to give them all the impression that it was 1776. He got his love of U.S. history from her - her passion inspired him. 

Jack let out a sigh and kept on moving. They had to be getting close - right?

Tiffany could feel herself lagging behind Jack. The day was getting longer with everything going on. She felt tired, but she knew she couldn't stop. Not yet. She didn't want to hold Jack back. They had to be getting closer. She continued to trudge along, thankful that they hadn't encountered anything else yet. Hopefully they would get to Arnco soon, or at least find a spot to stop and rest, even for a few minutes.