<strong>Aurora</strong><br/><br/>Aurora yawned as she awoke. She had been traveling with the Caravan for days and her feet were killing her. She was alone, despite the people around her. Her family dead, all but her younger brother who she swore she would find.<br/><br/>The young girl crawled out of her sleeping bag, and slipped her clothes back on. Her under wear was raggedy, and in need for replacement. Her boots were on the verge of falling apart and the thin white tank top she wore was stained with dirt and sweat. She reached down, pulling her long duster over her shirt. It was the only thing in decent shape, besides the goggles that she slipped on her head to secure her long ebony pig tails.<br/><br/>Before she left her tent she reached under the bundle of blankets and grabbed her 9mm Baretta. The gun was a must these days. Not only did it stop the walking dead from getting to her, it kept her safe from roaming rapists that would take advantage of her in the middle of the night.<br/><br/>She walked out of her tent looking around and mumbled as she noticed almost everyone gone. "God damnit..."<br/><br/>She walked over to the table where others seemed to be gathering, making note of the few people who remained. They all looked world weary like her.<em>What i wouldn't give for a shower....</em>Aurora thought.