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[color=coral][b]Location:[/b][/color] Heading South Towards Fairmount Dr.
[color=coral][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Anaerobic and Aerobic Capacity
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[color=coral]"I don't know if I'd be comfortable sleeping out here, but I'm sure we'll find something."[/color] Sam could build a pretty good shelter but this area was still picked clean and the chance they find a tarp or anything good to protect them or at least conceal them for the night would take a while to find. She'd rather take a chance in going into one of the nearby buildings before the sun goes down. 

Sam glanced down at her wound again, her axe was resting on top of her shoulder, as holding it with both hands caused stress on her bruised ribs. [color=coral]"Yeah, we'll find something and we'll all get cleaned up,"[/color] Sam said with a small smile - though she was exhausted she remained positive. [i]There must be some house here that can stand another night.[/i] She thought as her eye scanned the area, but she would follow her companions, they knew this area better than she did.