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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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"beverly hills, huh? not the place you wanna be when the apocalypse happened. i heard really bad stories about their outbreak." unsurprisingly, the states were one of the first to be plagued by the virus. america and parts of europe, namely big cities like london and paris. it spread like wildfire. first you're hearing about some virus on the news the next you're watching your neighbour eat the brains out of his wife. "originally from toronto." she admitted with a shrug "parents were military nerds. i moved around a lot. i've been in the states since i was a kid." she explained shortly in order to avoid her whole life story. "but when the shit storm started i just came back from duty overseas in afghanistan. there weren't any outbreaks there and i didn't have access to television, only the news that they gave out and words through the grapevine. i came home and things had gone to shit. i wouldn't be surprised if i was the last plane to land in america. it was...at the airport i saw them from the first time." she looked on to the zombies below them, referring to them, "things were fine at first. i got my bags and was going to my gate and it was like right out of a movie. it was a boy he couldn't have been more than like fifteen or something. he was feeling sick on the plane. they were sitting behind me and he kept kicking my chair. and just like that he just...snapped. he turned to his mom and just jumped her, bit right into her neck. everyone was too shocked to do anything. what can you really do? it was as if someone pressed a button because i heard screaming from another gate and i saw this really elderly man and he had a cane that he threw to the side and jumped onto this man who was walking in front of him. and then those two bodies got up too. i know i was trained for combat but i wasn't ready for it. there wasn't anything i could do. so i ran. it was a fucking fight but i made it out with a couple of people i had been with on the plane." the rest was history. <br/>
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that memory lived in her mind. she saw it when she closed her eyes, she felt it resting on her while she was awake. before, ash was a horror movie queen. she loved anything horror and death related. nothing quite phased her. even the worst doll horror movies (which she hated) didn't truly scare her anymore. but this. that. that fifteen year old boy was scarier than anything she had ever seen before. that is what kept her up at night. she'd like to say she was immune to it now but you never are truly immune to something so horrible and vicious.<br/>
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"and you?" she asked softly after, finally looking back to jacob when she knew that she had regained herself. show no weakness, that was the key to survival. it was the ultimate questions that any survivors asked each other. where were you when...<br/>
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