<span class="fixed-color" style="color:null">"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">I'm from the outskirts of Pierre, Dakota,</span>" Cassandra remarked as she gripped her rifle close to her chest. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">And you better start believing in other worlds, Jenny. We might just be in one!</span>"<i>Nice hair.</i>the brunette thought privately when she saw the cosplayer remove her wig to reveal her gorgeous locks.<br/><br/>But when Jenny brought to notice the fruits hanging off of the tree, Cassandra's tummy did cartwheels. Their appearance was so bizarre and the scent the fruits gave off was exotic yet vaguely familiar. They look like they could be eaten but doubt was clawing at her mind to exercise caution.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">Marcus, wait!</span>" she called out after him, "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">Don't be a guinea pig! We should wait until we see an animal eat one first.</span>" On cue, the forest was shaking from heavy footsteps seemingly marching towards the trio's direction. Cassandra quickly brought her rifle up and aim down her sights in anticipation of another violent encounter in this biome.