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[center][h1][color=FCDCDC]Sister Genevieve[/color][/h1]
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[color=FCDCDC][b]Location[/b][/color]: Main Street (E8)
[color=FCDCDC][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]
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Genevieve nodded and listened as only one introduced herself. Truthfully, she couldn't blame them. After all, she was a stranger and she was certain they hadn't seen many like her before. For all they knew, she was truly a heathen hoping to lead them to their demise. They were looking for supplies and stopped to help her? Truly, God was watching over them because with the rain, it would have been messy handling it for herself. Oh she would have done it, but it would have been tricky.

That is when things went downhill. The massive truck she had admired didn't seem to be working. She got the sense this was a big deal. The truck offered protection. She couldn't imagine even the second coming of Jesus would open the truck up. [color=FCDCDC]"I am truly sorry about this."[/color] It was all she could offer. She had no vehicle to speak of.

Ash came over to her and read off his spiel. She got the sense he had been waiting to do this and that the breaking of his trusted truck was the straw that broke the camel's back. She listened before she responded, in kind. [color=FCDCDC]"You are right to be untrusting, but I truly mean no harm. I don't have much, but I am sure there are some supplies left in the church I was resting in. Other than that, I will help out. I can't help but feel God put me here to meet you lot and provide what assistance I could."[/color] Before she exited the truck to prepare for their journey, she turned back to Ash. [color=FCDCDC]"As for killing me? You can certainly try."[/color] She gave a warm smile before she stepped out to wait for the others before they got moving.