[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
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Sam's shoes crunched on the snow below her feet, each step was careful as she knew this terrain was extremely treacherous. She barely registered Amelia's voice over her own ragged breathing - it felt like they had been moving through these backyards for days. At least, that's what her body's aches and pains were telling her. [i]More like screaming at this point.[/i] [color=coral]"Aye aye, Captain."[/color] Sam breathed with a really lazy two-finger salute that Amelia wouldn't see anyways since she was leading the pack. She clutched to her axe still, it didn't seem like many walkers roamed around too close to them but Sam had promised Amelia to take care of the next one that got too close and she'd uphold that promise no matter how tired she was.