northguy
Workaholic
She kept on with the group as the revolver waved at her side, her somewhat sharp yet beautiful features showing under the hat that covered her head. She broke into a jog as they sped away from the horde of dead, taking heavy breaths as she looked over the newfound people. Her voice seemed a bit lighter now, though still riddled with her northern English accent. "How far are we? What are your names?" She let out a sigh, deciding to start with simple questions.
@Kencen @Wolfrose
@Kencen @Wolfrose
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