[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=92278f]Preslee Wallace[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://cdn1.clevver.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/safe-haven-set-visit-julianne-hough-teen-main-2.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b]  Okefenokee National Wildlife Refuge, Georgia (F2)[/center]
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Sweat dripped from the tips of Preslee's blonde hair. She struggled to put her own hair up, seeing as how it was currently growing out and in a terribly awkward phase where it was too long to keep out of her face yet too short to keep in an up-do. She had already taken off as much as possible, while her and her new found companion took a few minutes to get their minds and thoughts together, and tied her jacket around her waist. Preslee looked at Erica while she looked around her backpack, pulling out a water bottle. It only took her a couple seconds before she reach over and took it from the woman, thanking her ever so quietly before taking a few sips, wishing she would have stocked up on as much as she could back when she could. The sounds that resonated from the woods and the swamps kept Preslee on constant alert, even as she closed her eyes to enjoy her water, she could hear the slow moans of the nearby dead as they wandered aimlessly through the trees.

[color=92278f]"Here you go," [/color]she approached Erica slowly, still not all too confident on how the stranger would act if Preslee made any sudden movements. She knew little to nothing about her, except that she was good at walking long distances and keeping quiet, as their short journey had proven. As she listened to the older of the two speak, Preslee began to adjust herself for yet another trek into the swamps. She knew that staying off the road was for the best if they wanted to remain unseen, but the fear of running into the dead was a bit less than running into the living. She at least knew what the dead wanted, but it would be a bit more difficult to know what the living would do. [color=92278f]"I think that would be for the best, it would be nice to just be able to sit and look at a map of the area, if they have any." [/color] Pulling the straps of her backpack up, Preslee made sure that her machete was set and easy to get to in the case of an emergency. With a sigh, Preslee waited for Erica to begin moving in the direction of the camp, since she had actually never been to it before.