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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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"we're not the only ones on the planet. but maybe the only sane ones around. most groups i come across won't speak to outsiders or if they do they're reserved and hidden. and then with all the dangerous groups out there." she didn't blame those groups for being reserved or attacking first and asking questions later. if she had a group to protect she'd put their safety first before randos as well. it was just how life is in this day. any group or people she came across she had earned the small trust they were willing the give. that was how she came across the rumour of the isle. "unfortunately for you i doubt you'll find anything better around here. this is the point where i admit i'm a cannibal." she joked lightly, exchanging a small smile. a smile felt unnatural on her lips so much so it was shown for only a second or two before going back to her resting face.<br/>
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but now ash had a dilemma. was she actually going to trust the random stranger? sure she saved him but not many people would 'pay it back'. at the same time he had a car. it had been ages since ash had set foot in a moving car. to avoid walking all the way to the isle would be amazing. did she trust herself to defend herself against him if it were only the two of them and he attacked her? what if he took her back to a group that he was secretly with and it turned into something from cannibal holocaust? "i might take you up on that. i'd rather not walk the whole way to the isle." she finally said, sealing in her fate. "as long as you don't murder me along the way." she offered another one of those unfamiliar smiles.<br/>
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their conversation was silent for a moment, enough time for ash to tune back into the zombies below them. god she hated their sounds. the ugly moaning and groaning. the gurgling of whatever liquids were left in those dead throats of theirs. it was the equivalent of trying to sleep with a fly buzzing around your head. it ran shivers down her spine. "so where did you come from?" she needed to keep talking to get that sound out of her ears. it was a distraction she wanted to indulge in while she had it. who knew how long she'd be around with jacob. <br/>
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