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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/f2/35/ea/f235ea0221ea0c004e80c1720700831a.jpg); background-size: cover; background-position: center center; filter:contrast(100%); filter:grayscale(0%);font-size: 0px;border: 1px double #980202;">image</div>As Kepler's head peeked out of the gate, at first he saw nothing. Then, his eyes caught sight of the scene unfolding. It was the horse that caught his attention first, beautiful and powerful in appearance. For a moment the man seemed captivated by it, for it was perhaps one of the most beautiful creatures he'd ever laid eyes on. His hands, cradling his Glock, lowered instinctually as he admired the beast, but then his eyes fell on a woman, who seemed to be lowering her sword as a very small Walker staggered her way. He couldn't make out what the woman looked like due to the cowboy hat on her head, but flashes of her blonde hair showed from underneath. Then, he realized she was lowering her weapon... and that the Walker in front of her was a child - a child that had suffered a fate that no child should. <br/>
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"Oh, shit." Kepler hissed. Behind him, he could hear Idris. <br/>
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"What is it?" Idris hissed back, urgency in her tone. <br/>
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"It's a woman and a horse. Looks like she fell off trying to get here and the horse finished off the Walker after her. It's a trampled mess." Kepler began, narrowing his eyes as he tried to focus on the woman. "She's got a sword, but she's lowering it... there's a child in front of her, a Walker. I think she might be in shock. Permission to retrieve?" Kepler asked then, turning his head to angle it between the wall to glance at his leader. Idris hesitated before sighing and nodding. <br/>
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"Go." Idris murmured and that's all it took. Kepler slid out of the gate, surging forward as he took off running towards the woman. He wanted to shout out to her, to kill the Walker or run, but there was no telling how many more were nearby. As he approached, he moved in a tactical stance, both hands clutching the gun so that he could move more freely, more precisely. Though the closer the got, the more and more he could see the remorse on the woman's face, a woman much more beautiful than the creature she controlled, if possible. He could her her murmuring apologies towards the Walker and for a moment, his heart gripped with pain for her. Killing a child was no easy thing, even one that was in the state of the Walker that staggered for her, arms outstretched and jaw biting in anticipation of devouring the woman. He watched the horse cautiously, though as he got closer and closer, he put away his Glock in the waistband of his pants and instead pulled his hunting knife. In one fluid movement, he pulled the knife, swiped it through the air, and plunged it deep into the back of the child's skull. A squelching sound filled the air before he gently guided the child's body to the ground, rather than allowing her to drop like a sack of potatoes. As he rolled her over, the lifeless body now still, he realized it had been a girl child, no more than seven years old. God... <br/>
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His stomach rolled as he crouched over the body, gently pushing hair away from her decomposed face. He then braced both arms on the ground as he crouched, the rolling feeling in his stomach nearly overpowering him before it slowly went away. Once he'd regained composure, he slowly glanced up at Maggie as he remained crouched. <br/>
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"Ma'am... are you alright?" The man asked, the deep blue of his eyes connecting with hers underneath the brim of her hat. Woah... She was beautiful, wasn't she? <br/>
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