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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/cc/9a/3e/cc9a3e0c3204523393c77eb404e1430f.jpg); background-size: cover; background-position: center center; filter:contrast(100%); filter:grayscale(0%);font-size: 0px;border: 1px double #980202;">image</div>Tension seemed to rise, both Cooper and Thomas with their weapons trained on one another. Idris felt a sense of unease wash over her, more so over being exposed than her partner being held at arrow point. Though as Cooper began to explain what had happened to his partner and asked if he'd reached Havenshire, Idris' entire body seemed to tense. She knew how revenge worked. Was Cooper the type of man that took his anger out on those that deserved it or would he destroy Havenshire entirely in order to get answers? Raising her hands, Idris made a calming motion.<br/>
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"Take it easy." Idris hissed, lifting one hand towards Thomas. The man looked at her like she was crazy, for he knew that her holding up a closed fist in his direction meant to lower his weapon... and he'd be damned.<br/>
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"Idris..." Thomas hesitated, shooting her a look of warning. Idris simply turned her head to the side, making eye contact with him out of her peripheral with a stern look. Thomas grit his teeth, sending a seething glare Cooper's way before he lowered his weapon and slid it into the waist of his pants. Turning back to Cooper, Idris lowered her hands.<br/>
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"Now it's your turn. Lower your weapon and we'll talk, hmm? We don't lure people in and "take their shit". This isn't that type of place. Up until today, it's just been me and my friend Arielle living here. I put out a transmission on an emergency broadcast, hoping to find others that would help me continue to upkeep this place. Whoever your partner was, they didn't come here. If they would have, I can assure you they'd likely still be alive." Idris explained, eyes darting past Cooper to scan the tree line.<br/>
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"If you'll follow us inside, we can talk further behind the safety of the walls. The sound of our fighting with the Walkers was certain to draw in more."<br/>
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