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[h3][color=8dc73f][i][b]Amelia Payne[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=8dc73f]Location:[/color][/b][/i] Education Center (M) 
[i][b][color=8dc73f]Skills:[/color][/b][/i] N/A
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	The following questioning to Hunter was for the lack of better terms enlightening. Well sort of, in a really weird way. He was messed up, then again all of them were messed up, some more so than others and some just knew how to hide it better. On that topic Amelia supposed she was hypocrite as it had taken her a lot of effort and self convincing to actually sign up for help with her issues. Hell, she still knew she was jumping at shadows and having admitted that she needed the help earlier so she could sign up at least allowed her to admit it ever more readily. So yeah, Hunter was messed up just like most of em.

	Dog guy was asked if he had a death wish at the end of it all as a reason for his actions. He denied and she supposed it was obvious, but she wasn’t an expert on psychology. She just did math. In any case, Amelia was curious about how he worded his reply. The sentence about how the camp held all the cards was repeating in her head, she had thought about it as well during their early days in quarantine. Now out of the confines of quarantine, they still held some restrictions, which was normal for it the situation, but she knew it could be a whole lot worse than this. This was actually rather a haven in comparison to some of the possible alternatives and at least they didn’t outright get walkers at every corner as the world outside the walls could be seen. Out there was never safe, at least behind walls it was safer.

	In the end between his answers and her own thinking, Amelia reached a conclusion. She wasn’t quite in his bad state because she had Riley. If she hadn’t had Riley and the others from Newnan, she would likely have been in about as bad mental condition as him if she was even still alive that is. Surviving so far wasn’t easy even with the group together. Without them it would have been even more of a nightmare and without Riley she might have bitten a bullet long ago.
	
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[h3][color=f7941d][i][b]Lisa Mason[/b][/i][/color][/h3][i][b][color=f7941d]Location:[/color][/b][/i] General Housing(X)
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	If there was one distinct clue that Lisa was dreaming, that would be when she wakes up back in her old little room at her previous workplace back before the zombie apocalypse. She often dreamed of different things as many people did and more often than not never really remembered what the dreams were about, the only exception usually was whenever she for some reason dreamed of the better times.

	Maybe it was the close meeting with death of somebody she cared about, a child of all things that triggered her maternal instincts, but this time the dream was slightly different. In it’s usual dreamlike way time passed, she was up, cleaned up, dressed and back to her duties where she was now teaching an apprentice. An adorable little girl in similar attire like herself. It was Lucy alright, dream clue number two, finally dream clue number three would be the fact that there weren’t any modern appliances or anything. For all intensive purposes, Lisa was dreaming of a rather Victorian era setup, going through lifestyle very similar to her previous one and with somebody she missed already.

	Yeah it was a weird dream alright, but she didn’t mind it. She enjoyed it, even if she even in the dream understood that something was off. Call it a hunch, gut feeling or just subconsciousness, but even with her mind clouded by the haziness that dreams brought, she knew something was off, yet still allowed it to take her deeper in. Eventually the dream turned into some weird pseudo fairy tale where they were the maids in a mansion that had some Victorian Era like adaptation of Cinderella happening with them being the observers and doing their jobs while secretly helping the main protagonist. It was a nice dream and she completely allowed herself to be immersed in it.