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<div style="margin: auto; margin-left: 20px; height: 160px; width: 160px; float: right; border-radius: 0%; background: url(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ce/95/e9/ce95e9c52c97f223f2145b63bb009dbd.jpg); background-size: cover; background-position: center center; filter:contrast(100%); filter:grayscale(0%);font-size: 0px;border: 1px double #980202;">image</div>Idris and Elias began the process of digging the grave and Idris found herself grateful for the man's presence once again. They worked in silent solidarity, two beings taking care of a child who had been brutalized by the reality of their new world. The poor darling likely suffered greatly before her turn into the undead and such thoughts were hard for Idris to push out of her head. To hear a child cry again... to hear a child laugh. When they'd finally dug far enough, Idris reached over to gently touch Elias' arm in order to signal him to stop digging. They both remained silent, grim, as they worked side by side. The two began to fill the grave back up and once they were finished, Kepler moved to Idris' side as the trio stared down at the body now covered with dirt, in her final resting place that would be forgotten with time... But Havenshire would never forget. <br/>
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When Elias asked if she wished to say something, Idris looked up at him with a solemn look in her eyes. What was there to say? Would it really make anything better? Though not saying anything at all just didn't seem... right. Clearing her throat, she took a step forward as she stared down at the grave. So many emotions, so many thoughts. Yet she was a hardened leader, both before and after the dead had risen. She felt the weight of it settle on her shoulders, realizing that one day the body in the grave could be one of them.<br/>
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"I never had children. It just didn't fit with my lifestyle, but I've always wanted to have one. Thinking back to how the world turned out... I'm glad I didn't." Idris began, shaking her head as she stared at the loose dirt. "But I can imagine that this little girl's family loved her very much. At least, that is my hope. I'm... I'm sorry that this happened to you. And I'm sorry that we found you too late. Maybe we could have offered you a life, but at least we can offer you peace in death." Idris said and with that, she bent to pick up her coffee. She gave Elias a long, contemplating sorrowful look. And then she turned to Maggie. <br/>
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"I suppose you and I need to have a conversation." <br/>
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