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Kylie seemed to lag behind the rest of the group as they moved along the road. Even as she was running with them her limp kept her from moving at an efficient speed. At least they were moving faster then the walkers. She almost regretted dropping out of gym class her junior year. But then the group suddenly stopped. Kylie looked upwards with a gaping mouth. A church. And unless there was always barbed wire and sandbags surrounding the property there might be other survivors inside.

And if they were hiding out in a church they might not be too dangerous. All Kylie could picture was the little old ladies in the choir at her church wielding guns and melee weapons. She held back a nervous laugh. As the rest of the group made a plan.

Kylie swallowed the lump in her throat as she was brought into the plan. They wanted to check out that weird car, and maybe even the church. She only hoped this place was abandoned. She didn't want to rob anyone. She wasn't a raider.

“Yes ma'am.” Kylie said softly to Hannah, removing her machete from the sling on her hip. As she followed behind Oskar she turned back to Hannah. “And...my name is Kylie.” She said before rejoining behind Oskar. She figured if she ended up dying, she at least wanted people to remember who she was.
I really like the photobook, it's wicked cute.
Alex

Alex had had a rather nice evening. Once her and Aislin arrived in their room Alex immediately began to unpack her bag. It was mostly clothes and junk like that, but hidden safely within the mass of clothing were Alex's extensive collection of video games. Once these were dug up Alex set them aside gently before carelessly throwing her clothing into her shared part of the dresser drawers. She didn't bother to fold them or anything, she didn't mind wrinkles in her clothing. She then spent the rest of the evening chatting up her new roommate, who might have or might have not been able to keep up with her in conversation.

Until the moon finally came out.

Alex had requested the bed closest to the window, so she would be able to bask in the moonlight once night finally arrived. And when it was finally night time Alex's personality suddenly changed. Her eyes seemed to glaze over, the moon light reflecting in them. Her glow also seemed to intensify. Charging in the glow of the moon seemed to make Alex seem a lot quieter. Just sitting on her bed, watching the moon. It became a bit of a problem for Alex, as she didn't end up falling asleep until the sun started coming up. She only hoped she didn't keep Aislin up all night.

So when the alarm on her phone went off, a flashing message saying “Wake up!” and a horribly annoying siren began to ring, Alex let out an angry groan. She reached blindly out for the alarm, trying to shut it off. Once it was again quiet in their room, Alex considered going back to bed until she remembered how hungry she was. And the idea of getting some breakfast was enough incentive for her to get out of bed. She had given a sleepy greeting to Aislin as Alex got dressed. Her outfit of today was rather similar to the outfit she wore the day before. A baggy flannel shirt and equally baggy shorts. She initially thought about leaving without shoes, but didn't want to get in trouble.

Once she arrived at breakfast, loading up her plate, Alex began her quest to find Lynn.
Working on a post now, sorry for slowing us down Hamster.
Callie looked around the dining area with a frown and a mouth full of food. There were so many kids here. A whole bunch of teenagers who are probably hooked on half a dozen drugs, probably ran away from home after mooching of mom and dad for drug money. She stuffed her mouth with bacon and eggs. She was glad for her ability to repel people as she just wanted to eat her breakfast in peace. It didn't take long for a distraction to come along for Cal. The phone in her pocket buzzed. They might have taken away her cigarettes when she first arrived as a guest, as smoking wasn't allowed on campus, but they allowed her to keep her phone.

In one smooth moment Cal pulled her phone out of her pocket, unlocking it with one hand. Cal couldn't help but grin for a moment when she first saw who was texting her. An almost friend from high school. "Yo Cal man where are you at? I haven't seen you around for days." Cal looked around quickly, making sure no weird kids were looking over her shoulder. "Yeah man shit I've been chilling at a teen shelter. And before you say I'm going soft I get free food and a bed that is better then sleeping on your shitty couch." Cal right after hitting send, heard her name in the announcement. With a sigh Cal stood up, leaving her tray.

As she began to walk to the Assembly room she texted her friend again. "Sorry Ronnie I gotta turn my phone off. I'm being summoned. Stay chill."
Are you posting the event soon?
Sounds cool man :3 I plan on getting Cal in on some 1on1 therapy
Oooooh I wanna hear the Callie ship!

Also, question, do guests get therapy sessions or is that only for residents? And would a guest/resident be able to have a phone on them?
It hadn't even been a week since Cal arrived and she was already loosing it. There were too many rules, she had to be in bed by ten and she was forced to attend therapy sessions. 'It's for your own good!' she had been told. But this whole place seemed phony to her. The staff was always so smiley and 'oh if you need anything just ask!' all Cal needed was to be left alone. She wasn't here for the therapy, hell she didn't think anything was even wrong with here. Cal was currently laying on her bed, looking up at the bland ceiling and wondering why she didn't just leave already. Glancing over to the corner of her room there was a crumpled up piece of paper. Cal sighed, she knew exactly what it was. They had given her a schedule when she first arrived, but she had crumpled it up once she learned how bogus it was. She couldn't help but feel the slightest bit of guilt. She had been angry so she destroyed something. She swung her legs over her bed, walking over to the crumpled piece of paper to get it.

"Well...maybe it can be fixed." She muttered.

She returned to her bed, using the frame to straighten the paper back up. It was nearly breakfast time, the rumbling in her stomach confirmed this. Cal knew the only reason she was here was for the food and the bed. Sleeping in her truck and buying as little as possible with whatever money she had saved was a shitty way to make a life. But with her comfortable sleeping arrangements and food she had lost a few things. She would have to find a way to get cigarettes in. At the 8:00 bell Cal sighed again, making her way to breakfast in silence. She didn't want anyone to talk to her. Especially not adults.
I tried to make Callie seem like she could be a real person. A lot of runaways have neglectful parents.
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