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[indent][indent][sub][color=gray]I love you and I hate you and I'm losing my mind. You tell me all the time that this will pass and that I'm gonna be fine.[/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/center]

Shaking her head, Brooklyn huffed playfully, [color=e3b3ba][b]"Well, if I get the chance, I'll show ya."[/b][/color] she nodded. Something Brooklyn always enjoyed is when their group spoke about their past enjoyments. There was something in a person's eyes that lit up when they talk about their loved ones and the things they were passionate about. Things as simple as enjoying their favorite meal now seemed like a dream holiday that perhaps would remain just a dream.

Brooklyn didn't have much worry about the trek back to the cabin, there had not been too many zombies as of late and one or two was nothing the two women couldn't handle. [color=e3b3ba][b]"Your plants are resilient little shits, it'll be just fine."[/b][/color] Brooklyn assured Sam, their conversation and quips about plants keeping them busy as they arrived back at home.

Sam's abrupt stop caused Brooklyn to cease her talking mid sentence. 

A young girl stared back at them before falling with a sickening thud.

Jorel and Sam spoke back and forth before Jorel looked to his side as Sam went to her knees, offering a hand. [b]"Yeah I didn't have time to check for bites or nothin', so I was gonna tie her up, then she just dropped. I'll take this side."[/b] He lifted the girl's head and back, then slotted his arms underneath hers, holding her upper body up. Sam did the same, as they lifted the body up and off the cold snowy ground.

Rushing in front of them, and in front of the door entrance to the cabin. Brooklyn put out her arms, her eyes wide. [color=e3b3ba][b]"Check her outside first, I don't want her inside, do NOT bring her inside yet."[/b][/color] her voice wavering in speed. Her central nervous system was collapsing within itself in panic. When Brooklyn had first spotted the girl, she couldn't help but think of her deceased baby daughter all grown up. 

Harris however was in the cold hard winter ground, her infant skull detached from her lifeless body. This girl was very much alive, or so Brooklyn hoped so. She quickly lifted the clothing and began to search the young girl's body for bites, scratches, anything that could be an infection. She prayed she was pure. 

She [i]needed[/i] to be pure.

As far as Brooklyn could tell the young traveler had nothing suspicious. She had a few scars, cuts and bruises; but everyone did. They were trophies of hard work or in this girl's case - survival. [color=e3b3ba][b]"Okay."[/b][/color] Brooklyn huffed, looking from Sam to Jorel before opening the cabin door for them to enter in with the girl.