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[brobeforehos]

[Look at that rifle on his back, it's like they're in some zombie horror au here, off on an adventure but keeping it safe. How many times has she ventured into the more dangerous parts of the city with nothing but Nick's knife? What happens if she needs more - she can't think of whether or not she'd be able to use a gun, though occasionally she wakes up after a nightmare in which she shoots her mother's killer with one. In cold blood. But that's not her.

The survivor with a smile hiding at the corner of her mouth, that's her. The dumb optimist with a plan up her sleeve, that's her. Smiling at this virtual stranger because he doesn't look as lost right now which is a good thing, that's her.]

So where are we going?