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When the dark haired woman, called Idris, gestured for her muscle to lower his gun, Cooper was somewhat relieved. He saw the displeasure in his eyes though. He clearly didn't trust the situation and he couldn't blame him. Cooper was still aiming a bow at them after all. Slowly and reluctantly Cooper also lowered his bow. However he did keep hold of the arrow. He immediately understood she was in charge. The way she carried herself and spoke. It all emanated the traits of a natural leader. He wouldn't even have been surprised if she was ex military and her boy toy even more so. That guy screamed American Navy. Yet the past years had thought him even soldiers weren't to be trusted in the goddamn apocalypse. <br/>
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Listening to her, part of him thought it sounded too good to be true. She said she had lived there with just this woman called Aurielle but in his mind he already replayed the situation he had seen. With her jock and the guy in the car, the place only held four people. Four people to defend such a giant complex. Something was off. The fact she invited him in was either very trusting of her, or it was a ploy to rob him.<br/>
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His eyes scanning between the two and the walls behind him, Cooper took a step back. Something was off... Sarah had been killed by a guy who had circled this place. That SOB had marked Havenshire on a map and they claimed not to know anything about it. So either they were lying or it was one huge coincidence. Deciding not to lay his life in the hands of faith, Cooper took a few more steps back. <br/>
"Sarah was killed by someone who knew from this place... I aint going in there" he yelled over. Raising his bow back up, he kept backing off.<br/>
"I'll leave ya be... just let me go alright?"<br/>
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With that he turned around and started sprinting back towards the tree line. His eyes only occasionally glancing back over his shoulder. No gunshots... at least they didn't try to shoot him in the back. But still he cursed at his own foolishness for approaching that community. He was lucky ... He would need to be more careful next encounter with humans.<br/>
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