<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img825/6530/affphot01.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Vivian Abasi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Elizabeth's Volvo of Doom<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tight-fit blue jeans with a v-necked white blouse<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Elizabeth, Billy, Michael<br/><br/><br/>The seat belt held in her place even as the tire struck the curb. She could not help but laugh softly, the end of the world or not some things never changed, and Elizabeth was literally 'hell on wheels'. A single hand reaches up and pushes back the gently curled dark black locks of long hair that spilled from her scalp.<br/><br/>She glances towards the blonde woman, her full lips pulled into a small smirk.<strong>"This reminds me of last Christmas when we hit that patch of ice and skidded -all- the way down the road that runs in front of the school!"</strong>She chuckles gently.<strong>"I we were both scared as hell, but it was rather funny after we finally stopped!"</strong>