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[h3][color=8dc73f][i][b]Amelia Payne[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=8dc73f]Location:[/color][/b][/i]CMB Graveyard
[i][b][color=8dc73f]Skills:[/color][/b][/i] N/A
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	They all were loading onto the bus, but curiously enough Amelia actually didn’t pay as much heed to the people getting onto the vehicle this time around. She was resting her head on Riley’s shoulder and was deep in thought. Besides she didn’t have a weapon anymore, so she shouldn’t be worried about being on the lookout as much.  If worst came to shove, she’d take a blow for Riley instead. Still as they were waiting for people to finish taking their seats on the bus, her eyes slowly opened, eyes drifting over to the outside via the window and looking at the graves lined up there for a bit.

	She had finished saying her goodbyes, she didn’t feel as much emotions anymore as in the past when the wounds were all too fresh. Time had dulled it and she now probably moved on. It was time to return to safety and she almost couldn’t wait for the bus to start moving again. How weird was the human mind… just last night she was worried and concerned over the safety of the camp and now she couldn’t wait to be back there in… safety. No matter what the camp was safer than the wilds, but she felt weird about the realization of those thoughts. She just wanted this stability and safety to pan out in the long run, after the joys and conveniences of civilization, she didn’t want to return back to constant danger and walkers on every turn, witnessing deaths of people close to you at unexpected times.

	In the end after pushing away even more stray thoughts she started chatting with her lover about their jobs again and curious events that happened. Amelia didn’t forget to mention the rodent encounter and so on.

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[h3][color=f7941d][i][b]Lisa Mason[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=f7941d]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Medical(B)
[i][b][color=f7941d]Skills:[/color][/b][/i] N/a( Not feeling lucky. I’m scared)
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	[color=f7941d]“...”[/color] Lisa was whistling a tune as she was busying herself like a busy bee around the labs. Clearing here, clearing there, clearing everywhere! A good honest work was the best after all, especially while your head was filled with other thoughts to keep your min occupied while your body was doing menial tasks. Time passed fast and there was no boredom for her. Granted that might be partly because of her own general personal preferences rather than something specific in the work.

	Working with an almost relaxed and casual flourish in her movements, she suddenly halted for a moment, thinking about something before resuming her task. As the thoughts of the past had passed finally, she thought about the present. Well given the pace of work, she’d get done with a bit of time to spare so that was fine. Though she wondered what to do afterwards. Ideally she wouldn’t spend too much time tonight and get some rest for her new schedule tomorrow, but that also wasn’t the most enjoyable plan.[color=f7941d]” Maybe I should do something tonight, but not overdo it… cards?” [/color]She mused to herself and shook her head.[color=f7941d]” Mmm… “ [/color]There were more than a few possible options, but she wasn’t sure which one to pick. Well in the end she decided to check what Nikki’s planning for the night first and know if she would be home and when. Occasionally chilling at home alone without anyone to be around was nice as well after all.

	[color=f7941d]“it’s probably time to get a whip of some kind...”[/color] Lisa mumbled to herself, cleaning a mop. It was a thing that was admittedly always on her to get list. Question was… did they have whips in the camp and if not, what would they want to make one.[color=f7941d]" Well no other way to find out other than asking."[/color]