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	Hello there my darlings, it has been such a long time. Too long in my mind. I do have to give my minion in training a bit of applause. Sigil is remarkable at dealing out deaths for me. I was on vacation and just refused to be bothered. A trip back in time enjoying the Inquisition. So wonderful but I have returned and it seems I am just in time for a death must be dealt this evening and I am just itching to take a crack at it. I wouldn't want to get rusty now would I? And I do have to set a good example to my biggest fan as I know she is watching. Hello Morose darling, how I have missed you. 

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	To Business! Come with me and we shall go watch. How I do love a good death. Not all deaths are good but this one I believe shall be. Death as sacrifice is always welcome. So many times death comes out of no where and it seems for no reason. Just a loss with no rhyme or reason. Yet when death comes calling and one is spared, now that is sweet on the tongue and soothes the heart. What you didn't think I was just pure cruelty did you? I know, I can be but not always. Not this time. This death is special. It is personal sacrifice for the greater good and I am honored to be dealing it. It is why I chose to deal it myself instead of allowing another.  

	Over in the swamps of Georgia, two women. You see them don't you. One lovely blonde and another, a cute brunette. Two women, alone seemingly in the wilderness. The sweltering repressive heat of a Georgia spring setting in. And a walker on the road. Usually one is not an issue but watch. They both are moving up the road and towards the walker. It is only one and they have been doing this for five years. Maybe not together but they have been surviving. Yet, sometimes even the best can be caught with their guard down. It isn't as if they are unaware of the danger. They know it well but it has been a long day already and traveling through the swamps is never fun. It wasn't enjoyable even before the outbreak. The humidity alone is hell on the hair.

	Oh my! Erica doesn't see the walker is moving faster now. Fueled by that hunger, that only thing beyond the mechanical remains of brain function. Like a rabid animal it speeds up. Preslee could take the shot but at what cost? Is it worth hitting her traveling mate right now? No, just one walker. Make a move. Oh god, move quick! The walker is nearly to Erica. It is. It grabs Erica and starts to pull her in for the bite. It is hungry, a hunger that never goes away, it never ceases, all it wants is to eat the fresh flesh off her bones and dine on the warmth it can never feel. 

	Preslee strikes. Tackling it, pulling it away from Erica before it has a chance. But it is wet and slimy. It must have been in the swamp for days or perhaps even months before now. It is slippery and hard to hold. Even as one tries to grab it. See her hands go either right through it or slip off it of. Oh no... Her jugular... So much blood. This is never pretty. The bright crimson against the swampy muck olive drab. It shines like silver against black velvet. Preslee isn't going out without a fight though it seems. She manages, with those gasping breaths to finally plunge her knife into it's skull. The Walker is no longer an issue but poor thing. Her life for Ericas. Sadness comes but there is at least peace when death comes knocking. I doubt Erica will ever forget, and I do hope she remembers to put Erica to final rest so she too does not rise again. RIP dear Preslee. You will forever be a hero to one.