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[indent][indent][sub][color=gray]I love you and I hate you and I'm losing my mind. You tell me all the time that this will pass and that I'm gonna be fine.[/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/center]

If it had been different circumstances Brooklyn would have been snuggled in a plush robe, her darling child would be in her arms. A cheesy Lifetime movie would be playing in the background and the rain would be falling from the sky above, in a patterned downpour upon a roof. Instead, Brookyln's abandoned home had a view from the window of where she had beheaded and buried her dead baby girl; Harris.

Today her fists clenched around her weapon in her very light weight hoodie, as her grey eyes shot towards the local mall. Before the outbreak this was a place she had visited often out of comfort for shopping therapy. [color=e3b3ba][b]"Fuck."[/b][/color] the word came out of her mouth before taking her chance moving in quietly and quickly. Brooklyn might not have been strong in strength but she was fast and she knew the insides and out of that place like no other. [color=e3b3ba][b]"Get in. Get out. Get in. Get out."[/b][/color] she said to herself as she climbed through a window that had been completely shattered through.