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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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god she loved drugs. another of her issues which caused her to isolate herself elsewhere instead of staying back home. the apocalypse was hard for ash for a whole different reason. she'd never considered herself an addict (contrary to nichole's belief). to her she functioned and worked like any working class woman. it's all about face. but the apocalypse cut off some of those ties for ash. you can't really get drugs when all the dealers are long dead. groups around have found alternatives, most likely. moonshine, make shift drugs, stolen goods from whatever had been left over. but she never found a time to look into any of that. frankly, she thought it'd best not to. she went cold turkey from the hard drugs when the apocalypse started. now that was a hard one. she thanked her lucky stars from the one woman in her group who helped her through that. getting her hands on that shit or anything close to it again would just set her back off. but weed was different. weed was cigarettes but you don't get lung cancer...right? hell anything to make these days go by a little better. <br/>
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ash smiled to the two women who had gone into the kitchen. the cupboards were practically taped up. the women brought some lanterns down as the evil rain clouded the sky making it night before the sun set formally. she could see around the room a bit better to see they tried to make it a home. pictures were around the room. small make-shift seats and cups and plates lay around as well. "well you heard our little run in with that group." she said, not taking a seat or moving much. she'd expect they'd ask them to leave soon and ash wouldn't argue with them about it. "there was that bridge back there we went over." right away vince and carol let out a loud laugh. the wife and daughter also looking over but mainly at ash and jacob. <br/>
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"the bridge? the wooden one that's falling down?" ash nodded and both men laughed again "what are you? some kinda stunt driver? superhero? that bridge was condemned back a good twenty years ago. but no one used it long before then either. they just threw tape on it and said they'd demolish it soon. i just don't think they wanted to put the effort and money into getting people and tools down here to tear it down. they just waited for it to fall apart which it was getting damn close to doing."<br/>
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"well it's gone now. does the road lead back to the main road?" she asked next and turned to jacob "if we can get back to the car we can stake it out till this rain is gone and follow the road back. maybe they'd give up looking for us by then?"<br/>
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"it's about an hour and a half walk to the highway, yeah. if yo-"<br/>
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"it is the absolute worse storm i have seen in a long while. if you both go out there you'll catch a cold. we have enough room for you two to stay here for the night." lorraine spoke up, turning to join them again while the girls worked some more. <br/>
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"uh...we do?" vince questioned, looking back to his partner. she could easily read that look on each of their faces. neither wanted them to stay. ash was going to open her mouth and insist on leaving in hopes to avoid any confrontation but lorraine wasn't finished speaking. <br/>
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"we do. oh enough with you both neither of you can shoot more than three cans off of the fence out back. vince, you get light headed when you run too much and carl you have asthma. if they wanted to attack us right now they would have already done it. now go upstairs and get them some blankets." she ordered and neither of them really fought back about it. you can tell who the clear rule of this group was. ash smiled to her and said her thanks.<br/>
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