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Pierce's body weight transferred from the ball of her foot, to naturally rest on the blade, feeling the shift of the ground's rubble as distinctly as she would had she been barefooted. Observing was a natural instinct for the short haired brunette, piecing together unknown information processed primarily from gut feelings. If she got bad vibes from someone, a warning sign would tell her to just leave. Was it logical? Not necessarily. But nine out of ten times, her gut feeling led her to a good direction, and thus far, it kept her alive. People were too complicated to simply guess at their thoughts from actions alone. She'd had a few in the past take gambles at her intentions and beliefs, claiming their superior psychological knowledge made them automatically correct. What a load of bull. Her dark gaze rested on each individual as they spoke, keeping herself a good distance away while some spoke. It was easy to see only a few wondered what worth she had to bring to the table. Honestly, she didn't fault them for it since she questioned the other female's use as well. But being one to always hide her own sort of strength away, she didn't underestimate anyone anymore. Not after this long. Whoever was alive and well these days meant they'd seen their fair share of bloodshed and pain, and discrediting that struggle would be against Tatum's inner morals. Do unto others what you want done to yourself right? <br/>
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Montana was the only one to directly, verbally address her. At his words, Pierce chuckled, looking back nonchalantly to the direction where she had arrived from. From here, the tree was barely visible in the horizon. "<b>Thanks,"</b> she replied. "<b>Looking forward to working with you.</b>" After that short interaction, Montana got right into it, which was good because Tatum's curiosity about their job was growing with every second.  In the end, it seemed like a search and rescue with a little less rescue and more search. Too much emphasis was used on the word "dead" that had Tae's eyebrow shooting up in response. How intriguing. This world had done its damage, and there was nothing to do but to move forward. Anyone who didn't understand that either died long ago, or were too young to understand. Or.. maybe they were just dumb, that entirely was an option too. In Pierce's case, death had always been an odd subject... For the young woman, her odd viewpoints had often led people into thinking she was heartless, or even cruel. Unable to feel any sort of emotion when people passed away, she reminded those around her constantly to never fully rely on her were they to need emotional comfort. It wasn't that she didn't <i>want </i>to be there for them, but she found it hard to be emotional about it. Death, like many other things, were just a part of life. An unavoidable finale, an outcome to be expected at any given time. No, losing someone close to you wasn't easy, and there was a process in healing after that piece of your life goes missing. That being said, what were being supposed to tell you? There are no beautiful words or encouraging expression that could mend that wound. In the end, time was grief's best friend, and that was all there was to it. Nodding her understanding of their simple mission, Pierce replied, "<b>Easy enough</b>."  She took her walkie talkie, then grinned. "<b>Okay, guess I get the privilege of joining you, Sir.<b>" </b></b><br/>
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Memories were a hell of a thing. Andriette gave her two cents, and it was easy for Tae to reminisce on a man who would have been their greatest ally whenever it comes to high ground. The parkouring, sniper blonde. An ache began, easy to push away, though still a constant reminder that she was not heartless. That she hadn't forgotten. Was he still alive? Looking for her? In a similar situation as this, where her group of friends had needed to search for necessities, it was a horde that had left Tatum alone in the end. She refused to think of their death as a possibility. Her eyes traveled to the top of the Spire, once again wondering if Mr. Gentleman was up there somewhere. His wealth before the apocalypse was insane. It wouldn't be shocking. But why was he so quiet? What was he planning if this was the case? Or was he dead too? <br/>
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No.<br/>
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Out of everyone, the thought of <i>that man</i> being dead hit the hardest, though not the most painful. Death and him were always going head to head, and somehow, he wound up on top every damn time. If even <i>he </i>had hit the bucket, that meant his almost invincible nature would be ruined, and that just didn't make sense to Tatum. So whatever. Lucio was alive. Her favorite gun expert, Sykotix, was alive. Her best friend? Alive. This is what kept her moving forward. One day these people would find her. But until then, she had to make sure it wasn't a lifeless body they found. <br/>
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