[hr][hr][center][h1][color=yellow]Niesha Burkstein[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=yellow]Location:[/color][/b] the Hoardbuster
[color=yellow]Skills:[/color]Archery (Quick fire accuracy) [/center][hr][hr]

Niesha was silent as Ash spoke, looking out the car towards the drift that had formed. She kept her gaze on it, her thoughts seeking the most logical option even though she knew these days, logic wasn’t what it had been. [color=yellow]”Desperate people will do anything, even if it seems crazy.”[/color] she said softly, looking towards Ash as he got out the car, she managed a smile, [color=yellow]”But then, we know about crazy don’t we?”[/color] She waited a moment as Ash got out, wincing as he went down. Niesha got out of the car as quietly as she could, but the ground proved too much for her, and she slipped slightly, but didn’t fall. Waving her arms like an idiot for a few seconds, she managed to keep her balance. Retrieving her bow and some arrows, she carefully began to make her way over to Ash, glancing all about them as she did so. She soon spotted the walkers, one closer to them, and one just a little bit further.

Drawing a slow breath, she quickly notched an arrow. Ash hadn’t said anything against using her arrows, just not bullets. That was the beauty of being about to shoot an arrow. It was relatively quite. She would also prefer arrows over bullets- and with the way things were, arrows would be easier to make. At least, most of the time, you could retrieve an arrow. Bullets were generally one use. Trusting Riley to keep an eye out for them as she took quick aim, a slight flair to her usually mundane actions, she let the arrow fly. Her aim true, she watched the arrow fly straight into the walkers head and couldn’t help a smile as the body dropped to the ground, whatever was powering it in the brain destroyed by her arrow. 

It was so satisfying, watching that and knowing she hadn’t lost her touch. Shifting, she glanced towards the other walker as she closed the distance to Ash, [color=yellow]”Do you want the other one, or should I take it?”[/color] she asked pleasantly, watching the walker approaching with its shuffling gait. She could understand how the outbreak had happened so hard and fast- if they were fresh corpses, hours old, many people might simply think they were drunk. It wouldn’t be until they attacked… the noises they made, the motions… they were very unalive like. Bites would have happened quickly then, until they understood. It seems so obvious in hindsight… She gave a soft sigh, looking back to Ash, and then around them once more, to make sure there weren’t any other walkers creeping up. Or any living people thinking they were easy targets.