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"Kepler, on me. Elias, stay here with Arielle and Alibi – keep the gate open until we come back. You close that gate, I'll get in. And I'll be pissed." Idris called back to Elias, though as she glanced over her shoulder in his direction, there was amusement in her gaze. As if she meant to convey to him that while for the time being she had accepted him, she had to leave the warning. She always had to be careful, not too trusting too soon. Drawing her own Glock, Kepler and Idris fell into an easy tandem. They stalked out of the gate one after the other, weapons drawn. <br/>
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Coming out of the woods, Idris' eyes landed on a brute of a man taking on the remaining Walkers. Efficiently, they all lay sprawled around him dead. Except for one. Sheathing her Glock back in the waistband of her pants, Idris then pulled her hunting knife. As she neared the Walker, it turned to groan and hiss at her, arms outstretched as it staggered forward. Before it got too close however, Idris' knife found itself lodged in the Walker's temple. Jerking the blade free, the heavy body fell to the ground as she wiped the blade clean on her pants. Behind her, she knew Thomas still had his weapon drawn, now trained at the man that had finished off the dead. <br/>
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"You're pretty good with that bow. State your business here. I've got a lot of shit going on and I'd really like to get back behind that wall. You're more than welcome to join so that we can discuss who you are and what you want, so long as you can assure me you won't be aiming that compound at my head anytime soon." Idris said, her voice a bit brisk, hurried. Ready to get back to assured safety, though curious enough about the man that had aided them to offer him asylum for the time being. <br/>
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