[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=coral]Samira [/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://amaneceresliricos.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/305-shaw-rifle.gif[/img][hr]
[color=coral][b]Location:[/b][/color] Johnson Street, Newnan
[color=coral][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Anerobic and Areobic Capacity 
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Sam continued the treacherous treck in the slowly melting patches of snow around the houses and she noticed one of the had been made out of red brick. She crossed the front yard of this house, axe in hand as she had promised Amelia that she would take care of the next walker they would encounter. Quickly, they had reached another street, and Sam's hope and optimism came back as they covered quite a lot of ground without interruptions or other jackass episodes - much to her slight disappointment. 

Even though Sam hadn't' known these two individuals for long, she got the sense that they were good people. Not to mention that going through something like this did create bonds between people very quickly and very strongly. Sam turned to her companions, she could feel the exhaustion hitting her as her whole body screamed at her when he slowed down her walk, she could feel the dried sweet on the top of her lip and the sweat that ran down her back dried and caused unpleasant shivers. [color=coral]"Not to be that 'are we there yet kid?', but, are we there yet?"[/color] Sam asked with a slight chuckle and a wince as a jolt of pain shot through her ribs all the way down her leg.