[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=coral]Samira[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=coral][b]Location:[/b][/color] Mary Ann Street, Newnan
[color=coral][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Anaerobic and Aerobic Capacity, Scavenging
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At this point, Sam had no idea how her sore legs covered in cuts and bruises was still able to carry her ass across the street, but somehow they did. She had started to dream about a big juicy burger two streets down, now she imagined the full combo, super-sized. She could almost smell it, and it made her mouth water for a moment. The small game and protein bar she had been living on gave her energy, but that's about it. Taste-wise, it was pretty horrible. She wished she would have packed salt and pepper when the outbreak started, but those luxuries were all distant memories, burger included.

Sam took a moment to watch her surroundings and scan the backyards and wrecked cars for something useful, but unfortunately just as Ray and Amelia had both stated earlier, everything had been picked clean. She wondered if Miami had reached this state of decay yet, if there were still people holding up there, and if perhaps her father had gone map. He had their map after all, and having good nav skills he would know how to go back. She just wished she could communicate with him somehow. She decided if things didn't work out here, she'd go back to Florida. Perhaps her friends would enjoy the warmth over this icy terrain of death, but that wasn't even planned B right now. It might be close to plan D.