[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=8dc73f]Amelia Payne[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTojj1OLJ5T4f77dGDefsPABUy66bkRd0RrN7KvzNO5QjJ6xT01sw[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b]Sharpsburg , Main st.(F11)
[b]Skills:[/b] Sneaking, Athletics
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	Now that her last vestiges and reason for tension were dealt with, now that she knew Riley was alive, others were alive and they had a solid protected place to rest, Amelia's body finally gave up on her. She closed her eyes, she tried to stay awake, but as soon as she had blinked a few times, her eyelids felt like lead and her mind was foggy and then she fell asleep almost right away. Her body relaxed down on the sofa, displaying a degree of frailty and defenselessness that only someone who was deep in sleep could do. The safehouse and the knowledge of those who still lived made her feel relaxed enough.

	Finally her mind was freed from the painful confines of her body. Her aching muscles didn't scream at her and she had a rather empty dream this time around. She had seen the horrific death of someone she knew for quite a while now. She also knew many of the others probably died. Still she was probably just too drained to actually dream properly. Because her dream consisted mostly of her sleeping and laying on a endless flowerbed that was located on the edge of a pond so it was all in all quite the pleasant experience right now.

	Not to say she didn't actually stir up a few times right after she fell asleep within the minute of it, but overall she stood there nearly deathly still, until tears burst again while she slept and she started mumbling how glad she was that a certain singer was still alive.