tammynorthland
the berserker
The plan to pick off the horde was a myth now. Shots were fired and a man rounded about the corner like her owned the place. Tammy was very stubborn, even she was intuitive. This man had been armed to the brim wearing a pair of black shades and a cowboy styled hat. She smiled a bit. "He's bitten." She mumbled. But miyuki already started talking to him. 'Friends? Foes? Who is this guy and what happened to him?' He began to tell the story of his massacre of the corpsers which happened a few days before this moment. He told them about the bit on his arm and what he did to it. 'This guy is very strong.' He seemed a show off but tammy was probably as hardheaded as he was. Smiling she glanced at him. Her body glistened with sweat from nervousness from hiding from the dead. Her leggings and tank top were clean and unscathed apart from minor dust and a blood stain that was mostly washed out. She didn't hold out her hand. Rather pulled her pistol out. And had barrel in hand grip toward Longshot. " this will be better with you then!" Tammy smirked notoriously. The same face she made back in high school when she was about to get something she wanted. But it was out of selflessness. She trusts this guy unlike most people. And these survivors have affiliation with him.
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