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</div><br/><b>Name:</b>Erin Matthers<br/><b>Attire:</b>Black tank top, black fishnet shrug, black victoriana-style skirt, black doc martens.<br/><b>Location:</b>Tour vehicle<br/><b>Weapons:</b>Necromancy charms worn about her waist, amulet worn about her neck.<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Anyone.<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><br/>When the vehicle stopped and everyone got off, Erin decided to stay inside. Her amulet was freezing against her skin, which only meant one thing. The undead were close... too close. She felt her hands trembling slightly in fear as her one rubbed at it a bit vigorously. Biting down on her lip, she finally got up on her knees and turned around on her seat so that she could peer out the window at everyone as they went outside to stretch or do whatever it was they felt like doing. For some reason, she just felt safer staying inside... for now. At least until she was able to get her charms ready to shield to their full capacity and to prepare herself for calling upon her necromancer abilities. She just hoped whatever was out there would stay away for a little while longer.<br/><br/>Erin then turned toward Ricky and the others who boarded back on the vehicle after getting the beer. "Whatever is out there is close. It won't be long..." she said softly.