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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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ash stepped back and took a deep breath, her eyes resting on the stranger. this was the part that would determine whether she'd be repaid for her heroic actions or not. ash was a military brat. her parents raised her passionately. ash, however, hated it. the military was a symbol of capitalism, of dominance and power and the failures of democracy. the military took the good hearted lower class suckers of today and tell them exciting fantasies about heros like them. to be idolized like superheros. if you truly got what they promise, the rich would be wanting to join the military rather than sending the poor to fight. why was ash a decorated military officer then? well because even before the world went to shit ash knew quite well her rather anarchy way of thinking would never truly change the world so if you can't beat them, join them. but most of all, it reminded her of her mother. military was that womans passion and she truly believed in her cause, something ash would die to have. being in the military was honouring her mother and for that she was proud of herself. little did she know how much she'd actually benefit from her military training. the apocalypse hit and now she was a 'lucky' survivor. she had grown harder, colder than before and she would not hesitate to blow this mans head off if she needed to. if he meant her harm he'd have to put up a good fight against her. <br/>
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"you're welcome." she breathed, looking to the man as he showed his sign of peace. she didn't trust him at all but she did put her weapons back in their holsters. "i won't shoot you if you won't shoot me." ash walked over to her bag and grabbed a water bottle, taking a good sip and then looking to the stranger, raising an eyebrow as if asking if he wanted some. "i only got here yesterday. i was just passing through and took shelter in the store overnight. woke up this morning and this place was surrounded. those windows weren't going to hold so here i am. from what i see we're sort of stuck here unless we can get to your car if it still has gas in it?" gas was a very rare thing to come across these days. so much has been used up and with no one here to refill it seems like driving will be a way of the past before long. <br/>
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ash walked back over to the edge of the roof and watched the zombies directly below them as they tried to pry their way through the windows and doors of the shop. another building ruined by those damn things. "i was positive this area would be clear for at least a couple days. i have no idea where this hoard came from." ash shook her head and groaned "little fuckers..." she muttered under her breath and then again turned around to the stranger. "i'm ash, by the way.<br/>
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