<a class="link link--external" href="http://media.picfor.me/0019787/Miss-Mosh-girl-sexy-face-cute-angel-beautiful-blonde-amazing-women-pretty_large.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Allin Sacriasos</a>had walked for days on end, her mind tired but her body refusing to sleep. She moved with purpose and grace, but still she felt the need to rest. It irritated her more than anything, as she knew once her eyes closed the terrors would start. The fear would jolt and pain her, and yet still her body and mind would collaborate to rest and bring upon her these fears.<br/><br/>Yet still she moved, waving off the sudden tiredness of her limbs, the lids of her eyes becoming heavy, the weight of the scythe upon her back becoming to much. Focus and determination kept her walking though, moving through one of the more open planes of the continent. It was dangerous to be out in the open anymore after the infection began, but Allin cared very little for her own safety. She was dealt the hand of death, and therefore she would return that hand to the dealer. She would not fold, however: even in the most dangerous of times, a bluff can still win.<br/><br/>More than anything, young Allin simply wanted to lay down and die. To finally be free of her bonds of pain and solitude, to be able to join her family in the afterlife. However, her mind would not let her go without first getting revenge. Her family had been innocent, and had done nothing to deserve their slaughter. Her hands, however, had been the executioner of her family, and she relentlessly blamed herself more than anything. However, a burning desire in the core of her being still yearned for the death of those who changed her family into monstrosities.