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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]

The crisp winter air felt wonderful as it entered Brooklyn's nose, the hot air coming from her body made a veil of smoke around her still bruised lips. She suddenly wanted a cigarette. The woman hadn't smoked in over a year, despite the hardship and stress she retained in her inner workings. Adjusting the straps of her backpack on her back she made sure it was flush against her skin. Walking along, she kept her attention from member to member of the group, most of the percentage of her scan on the back of Ash's head. Brooklyn found Ash to be very elegant in her movements, like a gladiator she drew a knife. Brooklyn's lips pulled to the side to reveal her teeth. Oh how wonderful Ash was, so strong and brave. So beautiful and pure in this forsaken world, Harris- Ash would be able to survive on her own if anything were to happen to the rest of the group. 

Suddenly taken from her altered reality Brooklyn let out an audible gasp as the others watched her get snatched from another man. Brooklyn began to throw her backpack off of her body in a hurry, unzipping the zipper and pulling out her fireman's ax. She gripped it underneath the heavy blade before sliding her hand to the bottom of the handle ready to swing it straight into this man's cranium. However as the two embraced the ax was brought to her side. She looked to her group and then to Ash. Why did it feel like such a betrayal as they smiled and exchanged pleasantries.

Why would you betray me?

[i]Why?[/i]

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Leo took the side, watchful and responsible. Jorel took the other road and bluntly brought attention to the group, he greeted them. Brooklyn's slender fingers tightened around the bottom half of her weapon, the metal bouncing against her shin as it swung ever so slightly outwards and inwards. [color=e3b3ba][b]"Good morning."[/b][/color] Brooklyn said, her voice a bit sullen but still friendly and approachable, it was not a good morning.