[center][h1][color=yellow]Devon C. Baines[/color][/h1]

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Though Devon was very used to traveling alone, she was quietly thankful to have those around her for this trek. If she paid no mind to what her new comrades looked like and forgot about the hazmat suit she wore, all of this around her felt normal. It felt like another raid or errand with Creature and his gang. It was always places that looked long abandoned and smelled like mold and stale air. There was either an old door, an opened door frame, or some dark, decrepit hole that always led to the 'treasure' that the gang was after that day; food, ammunition, clean water, or bottle caps. Those [b]fucking[/b] bottle caps.

Creature was going to trade Devon for bottle caps a long time ago. 

[color=purple]"It looks like when the bombs dropped and the subway trains lost power, this one derailed and impacted the wall. There's a path through, but unless someone wants to scout it, we can't risk entering the carriage. We'll have to go above ground here."[/color]

The random thought of the desert winds howl and the sand stinging her face reminded Devon of another reason why she felt so uneasy about this trip. Had it not been for the sound of multiple footsteps, the voices she could hear that were not the ones in her head - the other voices that were not her own thoughts - she would be panicking. How quiet it would be. Not the normal quiet, but the extra quiet where she would be able to hear that loud, endless ringing in her ears. Not even her breath would be able to hide that god awful ringing. Honestly, Devon would rather be above ground. She felt limited to her surroundings down here, therefore, she had to think quicker and gamble that she would make the right choices to keep herself alive. 

How selfish to think that way now. No. People in this world [b]had[/b] to be selfish in order to survive. People die every day regardless if they could be helped or not. Creature taught her that. Creature taught Devon a lot of almost fucked up logic. [color=yellow]"Creature is dead."[/color] she spoke to herself.

[color=orange]"If you guys need people to scout the path ahead, I'll be the first to volunteer.."
"..though I think it would be wise if I have someone accompanying me."[/color]

Devon looked up. Her eyes restless, whipping from Emil to the lady in the armor. [color=yellow]"I'll go with him."[/color] Her face expressionless, until she absent-mindedly started gently chewing on the inside of the bottom left of her lip. She wasn't sure what else to say.

Creature was dead and he was not here to make decisions for Devon's life anymore, even though his voice and sense of judgment was still branded into her skull. [color=yellow]"Fuck off."[/color] she murmured softly, pushing Creature's voice into the void of mind where he couldn't bother her for now.
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