[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]Headland, Alabama , E Main st.(E8)- Outside the Horde Buster(D8)
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A
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	The heavy rain was falling and greatly deafening all around them. It was quite hard to hear anything aside the sound of water hitting everything, but even with that and the thunder, you could still somewhat hear the gunshots. Gosh there were a lot of gunshots, Amelia realized as she was on the ground.[color=8dc73f][i]' Luckily Riley is still inside...!'[/i][/color] She thought as she tried to gather her bearings and stand up. The nun was also acting out and she couldn't quite see exactly the conditions of the others from her position out the back of the Horde Buster, but eventually the gunshots stopped after one final one.

	This was the flag in her mind as she quickly groaned and slowly managed to stand up, using her bat to prop herself as she stood. Ever since those tumbles in the snow during that winter, she hoped she'd never have or witness any tumbles like this, but seems fate had other ideas. Amelia well understood that she was still lucky though. If she wasn't, she could very well have busted her head instead of her ass. Hurt heads were way over more dangerous than a little pain in the butt.

	Shaking her head, she looked around, but there were no more gunshots going on she could recognize that was good. Still she could only hope the rain and thunder were enough to keep walkers away from them for the moment. They were going to need to take stock after this battle.