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ASH CARDALE<br/>
:･ﾟ✧<b><span style="font-family: 'Allura', 'cursive'">abandon all hope who enter here</span> </b>✧･ﾟ:*<br/>
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she found refuge late last night. the zombies enjoyed the night more, who knows why. it's never safe to stay out there, especially when you were alone like ash was. after trying to ransack what was left of the place she found shelter behind the cashier's desk and tried to sleep for the night. she could almost hear her mother again telling her to not sleep with her earbuds in but, as always, she ignored her and put in the surefire way to get ash to calm down 'the dark side of the moon' by pink floyd. <br/>
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it was almost impressive how much she slept that night. it had to have been at least five hours. unfortunately, her morning was not greeted with a warm cup of coffee. from the back of her sleepy mind she began to slowly wake up. a slight bumping sound causing her to open her eyes suddenly. ash slowly sat up on her knees and took off her earphones. instantly she regretted sleeping in for too long. the desk was tall and hid ash behind it well but also hid the barricaded doors from her sight. she inched up, peeking over the counter to see the outside of the store flooded with a hoard of zombies. there was no way they knew she was in the store. probably some heard that was migrating around as they apparently tend to do. but she was right in the middle of it and who knew when they'd make their way onwards. "<i>fuck</i>" she whispered to herself. sitting back down behind the desk and packing up the rest of her things into her bag and grabbing herself both a gun and a blade. <br/>
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the best plan she had was to wait on the roof. a hatchet on top of the ceiling above the counter gave obvious way to the roof entrance. there was no way the few zombies by the door wouldn't see her but she at least hoped to get up there before they made too much of a fuss. ash pulled down the ladder and quickly climbed up, ignoring the angry noises and grunts the walkers were making as they began to pound at the door. she pulled the ladder back up and closed the hatch. ash walked to the edge and, once again, swore quietly to herself. guess she had better make herself a good camp here for the next bit. <br/>
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