《 Carla Goodman 》<br/>Location: Dryden<br/>Present: Sou<a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Traveler" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Traveler</a>and Charles<a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Sayd" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Sayd</a><br/><br/><br/><div class="bbm_float fleft" style="float:left;margin:0 10px 5px 0">
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</div>The hunting blind was no upscale accommodation by any stretch of the imagination and even though the girl was exhausted and traumatized, she got little sleep. Carla didn't know who she was, but she recognized her passingly from Abendblume. Whatever had happened to her, Carla wanted no part of.<br/><br/>In the morning she knew they had to get going. If the girl was one of Hale's people, she should have rations and after lightly tapping the girl awake, she began going through the pack she'd found alongside her. There was food, water, and to her surprise, medicine. Looking over at her again, she could see more clearly. Her injuries weren't from a fight or accident. They were intentionally inflicted. A tattoo. Carla looked more closely seeing that the image carried down her face and neck and beyond. The haphazard oversized shirt she wore showed the markings continued and branched low and past her waistline. She didn't move any of the material, but she wondered what crazy person would do something like that to themselves in good times or bad?<br/><br/>"Wake up. You gotta clean that up," she set the water and cream next to Sou. "and we have to get moving. I'm taking you to Dryden. I don't know what your problems are, I don't<i>want</i>to know what your problems are, but you can sort them out there. I don't want any involvement with that circus Abendblume or their cocksucking idiot ringmaster." she said firmly.<br/><br/>She was impatient for Sou to get moving, they weren't particularly safe where they were and necros could pop up any time. She could tell the girl struggled, still not completely coherent, like a bad hangover, but her strict gaze kept things moving along. They were only a few miles away from Dryden and once they got moving, she kept them at a good pace. It wasn't a stop she'd planned to make, being unannounced and all, but Dryden would want to know what happened at the resort, and they may be open enough to give the girl some refuge, at least for a while. If the girl kept up, she stood a chance.<br/><br/>She broke the treeline at the top of the ridge to see the sprawling orchards and farmland of Dryden. Dryden itself had just been a spit of a road stop crossroads. Gas. little grocery/hardware store. Souveniers of state parks and attractions.<br/>A mechanic shop. A few streets with all the distinction of being named after presidents were lined with a patchwork of houses and mobile homes that made up the 'main hub' of Dryden but the property itself sprawled way beyond to protect and encompass the fields and little clusters of post-outbreak buildings and homes that had been built to keep workers and protectors close to their work.<br/><br/>The sight of it made her feel good and she smiled to see the buds forming on the fruit trees. Dryden was an oasis in an unforgiving world and though she preferred her solitude, she enjoyed her alliance with the community and helped them out when they called.<br/><br/>She whistled Rookie ahead as they approached the east gate and raised her hand against the morning sun to peer at the lookouts manning it. "Charles, is that<i>you</i>, sweetheart?" the morning brightness silhouetted the young man's form but she knew him well enough despite the shadowing. "Did I catch you on morning rounds?" she chuckled. "Bless. Maybe I should go play the slots with that kind of luck!"