<div style="visibility: visible; border-top: 5px solid #7E52A0; border-bottom: 5px solid #D295BF; border-left: 5px #252525; border-right: 5px #252525; border-radius: 100%; height: 120px; max-width: 120px; margin: auto;"><div style=" /*IMAGE*/ border-radius: 100%; height: 110px; max-width: 110px; margin: auto; background-size: cover; background-position: center; background-image: url(https://64.media.tumblr.com/514e196a6172643271597556d289ef53/7977a7e648dafed4-e2/s400x600/101aa0296ac9596b9917a4612c80c0a1d7d01a1b.gif); font-size: 0px;">image</div></div><div style=" font-size: 20px; font-weight: lighter; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 5px;">Harper</div><br/>Harper was thankful that she had the help of the other woman supporting the weight of her new friend. but then the questions started. She had a feeling that these questions were just the tip of the iceberg and while they were unexpected they were valid. They were strangers, they could be anybody and technically they were just anybody. Harper was still trying to smile through it but her brows became more stern as she looked forward. Still having her arm underneath of her new found friend to support his weight. She wanted to know if there were others like them. If they had been together since the beginning.<br/><br/>How was Harper supposed to explain that she had just met the man? That she didn't even know his name and had thought for a minute that he was another one of the dead left in the middle of the road. Or that he would very well be if she hadn't man handled him into her car. He didn't have much of a choice in the matter before he ended up here and there was a part of her that was now feeling that guilt as she thought about how to best answer the question that was presented to her. Honesty was the best policy, that's what her parents always taught her growing up.<br/><br/>"We just met. I found him in the middle of the road, nearly dead from dehydration." Harper started her story. "I heard your broadcast the other morning and started heading here and I almost ran him over. I don't know why I helped him honestly but something in the back of my mind was telling me that I needed to help him. That we needed to come here. That we would be safe... and I really hope that I wasn't wrong." There was something that was weighing on her shoulders as she spoke, remembering where she was and how she felt when she had first heard the broadcast for Havenshire. The safe place with other survivors and supplies. The reason why she had come here.