03-25-2012, 04:55 PM
Just as Malcom slung a gun over his shoulder, a small girl appeared a few feet away. She had somehow managed to step up quietly, and was staring at the group of survivors with a blank expression. The child had disheveled black hair and a dirty countenance - it was clear she hadn't been cleaned in a long while.
As the horde approached, the girl took a step closer to the group. She was clutching a ragged stuffed bear that looked like it had seen far better days. Her torn nightgown and bloody knees added to her dirty appearance. Taking another step toward the survivors, she reached out with her free hand and shuffled toward the nearest person: Lise.
((:sweat: Hello everyone! Sorry for the short post. :/))
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