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</div><br/><b>Name:</b>Tundra<br/><b>Location:</b>Top of warehouse<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Miley and Johnny<br/><br/>Tundra had been enjoying getting to pick on some of the guys that where lounging around on the roof of the warehouse. A group off in one corner making a game out of killing some of the zombies walking around. each and every gun had a suppressor on it to keep from there location to be given away to have to worry about having a mob all over the building trying to find ways in. She'd been up there almost all morning before calling a corner of the roof to herself as she used the scope of a sniper riffle to scan over some of the surrounding buildings mostly. She stopped after a while when her eyes fell on a girl with a bow-n-arrow off in the distance a ways shooting.<br/><br/>She removed the cover from the lens that helped keep the sun from letting any light reflect off of it. The second it was off, the sun fell on it, letting it reflect light off at the girl, passing her up and resting more on a wall behind her instead of blinding her sight.