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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>The previous night, Elias had asked about the Australian and Idris had no answers to give. On one hand, she fully believed for him to be an asset. The way he handled the Walkers, the way he carried himself... the man was built for the Apocalypse, just like anyone else that was still alive after the Resurrection had occurred. Yet on the other hand, she knew he was dangerous. He was on a mission to find his sibling's killer and grief had a way of twisting people into unrecognizable versions of themselves. Only time would tell, really, but she would treat the Australian with caution should they meet again - at least until it was revealed if he were a true threat to Havenshire and her occupants or not. Perhaps one day, he would become one of those occupants. <br/>
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Those thoughts followed Idris into the next morning, nagging at her as she slowly walked the perimeter of Havenshire from within her walls. Just like every morning, she found no compromises in the construction, no cracks or crevices that the dead would be likely to squeeze through. It only took one - one straggling Walker or one person to slip into death in their sleep and Havenshire would likely crumble. That's how it always happened, it started with one and then multiplied overtime until a location was completely overrun. She'd be damned if that would be Havenshire's fate. Finally, her trip brought her to the front of the wall, next to the gate, where she eyed the foundation there. A watch tower could be constructed, right at each side of the gate, and that would be a start. Over time, they could build more to cover each blind spot, to ensure that someone was always posted there to keep a keen eye on their surroundings. Walkers were not the only threat they faced. <br/>
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Behind her, as she stood with her arms crossed and the morning, sweltering Alabama sun bringing a slight sweat to her brow, she heard someone approach from behind. Turning only her head to the side, she caught Thomas Kepler out of the corner of her vision approaching in that slow, purposeful way of his. He knew her well enough to know not to approach someone with lingering PTSD abruptly. While Idris did indeed suffer from PTSD, she was legendary for her sheer will of keeping herself in tact... For the most part. <br/>
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"Mornin', Lieutenant. Anything I can help you with?" The man asked, offering one of his charming brotherly half smiles, to which Idris turned her attention back towards the gate and shrugged. <br/>
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"Perhaps. Now that Havenshire is adopting new residents and it is no longer myself, I think a few watch towers are needed. You still know how to swing a hammer?" Idris quizzed, to witch Kepler snorted. <br/>
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"Like riding a bike." Kepler said, eyes following the area in which Idris was gazing. "You thinking of setting some up at the gate? Smart. I'm not much of a carpenter, but I can build us something that'll be sturdy and usable. Maybe we'll get lucky and a carpenter will find their way to Havenshire, no?" Kepler said light heartedly, but the lack of response from Idris told him that the watch towers weighed heavy on her mind. Clearing his throat, he nodded to himself and his tone turned to something softer, more supportive. <br/>
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"I'll get some ideas drawn up for you and start pillaging the resources. With your permission, of course. Might need to use one of those cars you've got out back." Kepler offered and Idris finally turned, a heavy sigh escaping her as she nodded. <br/>
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"Thank you, Kepler. It's... You have no idea how much it means that you're here. That you're alive." Idris said softly and as she moved to walk by him, she placed a hand on his shoulder. Though before she could move away, the sound of a shrill horse crying out in anger stopped her in her tracks. <br/>
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"<i>What the fuck</i>?" Kepler said, glancing at Idris quickly before they both pulled their weapons and headed to the gate. For a moment, Idris shook her head. Would it always be like this? Drawing weapons and preparing for battle as soon as an unknown sound reached their ears? Kepler looked back at her then, the look on his face she knew was asking her to take point. With a single nod, Kepler moved to the gate as Idris pulled it slightly open with a heave and a grunt of effort, only opening the gate far enough that Kepler had to turn sideways to squeeze half through the gate, far enough to poke his head out and inspect.  <br/>
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