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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>Immediately as the man began explaining himself, Idris felt a subtle sense of fondness wash over her, even as her face remained a mask of stoicism and her jaw ticked with the gritting of her teeth. As Elias began speaking, stepping out of his Landrover, Idris immediately began moving forward. She moved with a sense of collectiveness, each muscle and sense sharpened not only on the man, but on her surroundings as well. The only goddamn difference between the Resurrection and the wars Overseas was that typically, there was no need to duck from incoming mortars, missiles, or airstrikes these days. As she approached the man, Idris made no indication to answer him quite yet. Instead, she kept one hand firmly grasping the pistol, now pointing it at his middle instead of his head - a small sign of her defenses being slightly relaxed. Her free hand reached out, patting him down for any weapons. The weapons she did find on him, she did not take. Instead, she levelled him with a knowing look when her hands rested on them, her eyes daring him to make any moves against her. <br/>
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"Fair enough, Professor. I have food, protection... So long as you can earn it. Let's get inside these walls and discuss this further, yes?" Idris said then, taking a few steps back for him after her search was done. Slowly, the woman lowered her weapon, decocking the pistol as she slid it back into the waist of her pants. Turning her body to the side, she looked over at Ariella and raised a hand. <br/>
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"It's alright for now, Arielle. This gentleman heard the radio transmission." Idris began, turning back to Elias as she finished. "You can pull your vehicle inside where it's safe. Once you're inside and the gates are closed, I've got a few questions." Idris' demeanor seemed to have shifted to something a bit kinder. As the woman waited for Elias to pull his Landrover into Havenshire's borders, she turned towards the forest. She and Elias, along with his vehicle, stood on the dirt road that led to Havenshire, a sizeable clearing opened up at the entrance. Though just two hundred yards from the walls of Havenshire were thick, dense woods that held many dangers. Luckily there were no Walkers to be seen yet, but she knew they were out there.  <br/>
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It was at times like these when Idris was most grateful for Arielle's presence. Of course, she was always grateful. The girl was perhaps the first friend she'd had in a long, long time. And she was a weapon herself with that sword of hers, along with Alibi who was always at her side. Idris herself had taken a fondness to the large beast, but what she was most grateful for was that she had someone watching her back while she welcomed this unknown, yet charming man into their home. Something in her gut told her that Elias was no threat to them, that he would be invaluable and resourceful... But then again, she had trusted before and it had almost cost her everything. She tried hard not to think about that. <br/>
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Suddenly, Idris heard her name being called out, being warned... and the voice was oh so familiar. <br/>
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"Kepler?!" Her head shot upwards, towards the clearing that surrounded Havenshire where the ground sloped upwards and connected with the forest. A man was running out of them, a duffel bouncing on his shoulders and haste in his steps. Thomas "Hacksaw" fucking Kepler. There was no way... And behind him, a herd of nine Walkers all moving with crazed strength, as if they'd been recently turned. <br/>
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"Shit... Get inside! <i>Now</i>!" Idris whirled, throwing her words at Ariella and Elias as she moved to the gate to hold it open, then shut it before the Walkers came. Well, hopefully anways.<br/>
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