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The sun hadn’t yet made its appearance over the horizon when the birds had started chirping, signifying that morning had made its arrival. There, around the exterior of the Spire’s population, was a vast mottling of small huts, scattered one after the other, but one. One sat away from the others, further outside of the boundaries that they lived in, where tin, wood, scrap metal, and street signs had all been tactically constructed into the private residence of Andriette Volkov. While the Fourth Layer didn’t live in luxury, Andriette found her solitude and lack of neighbors her own little slice of heaven. Inside the hut was a cot, some personal items she’d acquired over her years, or what little she could carry, and a shower that she had constructed all her own. It was a large, blue plastic barrel atop a wooden platform. In the bottom, she’d found an actual shower head to attach and a on and off valve she’d welded herself two years back. She took that thing everywhere with her when she was settling somewhere new. On the cot, in the far corner of the room, slept the mass that was Andriette herself, with her sable German Shepard Murphy atop of her. As the birds began singing, Murphy’s head had lifted and a single lick to the cheek was all that it had taken to rise his master. Climbing off of her and setting off for his water bowl, Murphy allowed his master the proper time to rise. Andriette sat up in her bed, chocolate eyes glassy with sleep and chocolate hair tousled.<br/>
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As Andriette rose from her bed, dressed in a very long white gown, she walked slowly to a foggy mirror she had mounted to the left of her shower. Peeking at herself, she rolled her eyes at the mess that she was. It was then that she remembered what the day was – the day she was to meet the strange Montana. They’d met a while back, having a bit of a run in that involved a nonexistent rodent, Murphy, and a shit load of zombies and it was then, after their very thin survival, that he’d extended an offer, one that, at the time, she hadn’t been able to refuse. Still, she was hesitant. She’d agreed to meet, but she’d spent so much of her time alone since the outbreak and she was such a cold and rough woman, she was afraid of what being in an organized group might bring. As she watched the contemplation on her own reflection in the mirror, Andriette squared her shoulders and removed her gown, baring her naked skin to the fresh morning air. “Don’t be a pussy, Andriette.” She snorted at herself and with that, she climbed underneath her shower platform to freshen up for the day with shampoo and body wash she’d made herself, with the help from a local Forth Layer woman who had been proficient with botanicals before the outbreak.<br/>
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After her shower, Andriette had dressed herself in black leather pants, black combat boots, and a white tank top. As she walked to the spot in her room next to her cot, she peered down at the collection of weapons stashed to the side, next to the head of the bed. There sat a .357 SIG, a blood stained bat, which had nails hammered into it and the nails sharpened at the ends, as well as a crow bar and a .243 Winchester rifle she used for hunting. Grabbing her pistol and her bat, she attached a black leather holster around her waist, holstered the gun, and then she grabbed the bat before turning to Murphy, who lounged in front of the door. “Up.” She spoke and he immediately stood and moved away from the door, so that his master could exit. As Andriette stepped into the early morning, fresh from her shower and ready to set off, she breathed in a deep breath before releasing it on a sigh. Though she wouldn’t admit it, she was eager to meet with Montana and the others and as she looked down at Murphy, who stood at her side, she smirked. “Come on, soldier. Duty calls once again.” As if he understood, he gave her a gleeful bark and they set off to reach their destination.<br/>
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As she stepped into the area that Montana occupied, she cleared her throat to make her presence known. “Good morning, Montana.” She offered, her voice dark and husky. She propped her bat against her shoulder, ignoring the bite of the nails, and she placed her free hand on her hip. Murphy came to a sit at her side, tongue hanging out of his mouth as he paced gently from the energy their travel had taken. “You know my apprehensions with this, so I’ll join you on this mission, but I’ll make no decision to join you until I meet the others. You saved my ass and I saved yours when we met, so I figured I can trust you enough to hear you out.”<br/>
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