<div style="text-align: center"><div style="text-align: center"><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/9cf566df3161ad60096225557c5cfab8/20cf895db430337c-6e/s250x250_c1/7cd60bf672635638eb331f82da80860e12776bed.gifv); font-size: 0px;">image</div></div><div style=" font-size: 20px; font-weight: lighter; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 5px;">Harper</div></div></div><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri">Music, it had been her life before life was over and it continued to keep her going after the end of the world. There were a lot of things she found herself being thankful for but her Ipod and the solar charger she had scavenged from a random outdoor goods store were the top two. She hummed to herself, singing here or there as they drove the rest of the distance to Havenshire. Not caring if she was bothering her new companion or not. Soon the little car appeared through the trees and come upon one hell of an interesting sight. </span><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri">"That's a whole ass horse." Harper whispered to herself, thinking she would never see such a thing anymore. The only animals she ever saw were birds and small game animals here or there because they were hard to catch by the walkers. But dogs, horses, cows… everything that she had been used to seeing were gone these days it seemed.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri">
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The car slowed to a stop as the commotion went on, her knuckles gripping the wheel as she thought about the choices that had lead her up to this moment. Was this really safe? The broadcast had seemed safe enough but she had never stopped to consider that this may very well be a trap. Her heart was pounding hard in her chest as she had a sudden wave of anxiety at the thought of dealing with people. Such a strange thing considering that she had a complete stranger in the back of her car.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri">But that had been different. He had been laying in the middle of the road on the verge of death and even though she had given him some water he was still rough. So if she didn't do this for herself… she at least needed to do it for him. She had already taken him under her wing, so to speak, and felt like he was her responsibility. "Stay here." She said to him as she finally slid the car into park. Grabbing both the tire tool and the pistol as she got out.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri">She hated guns, she understood that they had a time and place where they were needed. Especially in the world they lived in now but that didn't mean she was comfortable with the weight of it in her hand. She much preferred tools.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri">"Excuse me?" She called out. Confused for a moment as she thought she heard the lingering of a violin playing in the air. "Is this… is this Havenshire?"</span>