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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 took a seat against a large metal ventilation tube and rested her back against it away from the gaze of the sun. she casually watched the man tend to his owns wounds. she was generous enough giving him some water. she was low of medical supplies. she had been looking for any sort of supplies in the corner store. bandages or peroxide or polysporn. anything to add to her make shift first aid kit. it wasn't much of a surprise that the store was looted. <br/>
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a laugh escaped ash's mouth when he asked about the isle, a small smile shaping across her pale lips. "yeah. do you believe it?" she asked next "seems too good to be true to me. an safty island free of zombies? after all these years of surviving hope of any sanctuary is sort of...unbelievable." even the idea of safety was impossible for ash to believe. this life was the new norm. good things rarely happen to anyone. luck is a make-believe concept. how would society even look today? could she even relearn to fit in with people and live in a world where she could pretend that the outside isn't a complete apocalypse? oh to be lost in lustful ignorance. all parts of her didn't really believe it. it was a fairytale told by people to keep hold of some type of hope. and yet, she couldn't help but fell that hope inside of her deep inside. maybe there was something else out there? it was a very childish feeling to have, it's a feel that can get you killed. and yet, she was following it anyways. <br/>
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"is that where you're headed? d...do you know anyone out there? truthfully, i've only heard rumours about it from people i've passed. no one to actually confirm it. is that where you're headed?" ash asked again. she didn't know if he'd admit to it or not but it was worth a shot. if they were stuck together on this roof might as well start up some small talk anyways. it has been a long time since she spoke to someone. the last interaction she had with a human who didn't try to kill her was probably a good couple weeks ago. loneliness was something she learned to live with a long time ago. even though they hadn't talked for long there was still that longing inside of ash for human interaction. as if talking and seeing someone again brought up that social spark that dwindled over the years.<br/>
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