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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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looking down to her bag she offered a soft smile "pink floyd's the wall, queen's night at the opera, the beatles abbey road, metallica's ride the lightening, and abba's super trouper. i never knew how much i liked abba until i listened more to that album. it's admittedly awesome for trying to keep in a good mood." she said with a light laugh. "the guy had some other tapes. i think he collected them but his whole shelf was absolutely destroyed. I was lucky to find these ones and a walkman in there. although metallica always skips during trapped under ice." she eyed over to the tapes that jacob had, watching him put in the smiths. "i'll have to add these to my collection. hopefully we can keep this car full up on gas." she already loved the car and being inside, not having to walk everywhere anymore. shoes came and went so quickly it was easy to ware out your soles. <br/>
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"you like music?" she asked casually after a few silent minutes pass. they needed that silence, she thought. a few moments where they could comprehend the events that happened and take their own deep breaths. but as the zombies now dwindled to nothing she figured she could begin to interrupt their silence, the music being the only thing that was between them. "music ran in my family. both my mom and dad loved some good ol' rock and it rubbed off on me i suppose. this has been the only thing keeping me sane with all these months alone." you had to appreciate the finer things in life. "are you a rock guy? or more of one those weird rap edm sort of people? because if you are we absolutely cannot be friends." she teased him a bit back. "i wonder if any musicians are still alive. like what if we get to the isle and boom there's bon jovi sipping on a samosa talking with ozzy osbourne about the rolling stones concert they were at the other day?" one thing she did worry about was the elites. if there was such a paradise as the isle surely it'd be for the rich and, as everyone knows from the years of capitalistic control, the rich don't exactly like the poor. what are the chances that they'd get in? you see how the states treats retired vets, they simply didn't care then and they won't now. but she needed to try to stay positive. it was a very hard thing for ash to do but that's the only way to can survive here without going mad.<br/>
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