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โคท โฆ
female/woman โฆ โฆ
sniper/survivorโฆ
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faint smell of blood and zombie flesh โฆ
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She kicked down the door to the first room, and saw an older man with a pistol, aiming it at her head. She pulled out her AK-47. "Woah-woah.. chill. I'm not here to hurt you. 'You may not be.. but I am.' Without hesitation, she shot at him before he had the chance to shoot her. "Sorry, but I had no choice." She whispered, cringing at the sight of the dead body, but carrying on. She only managed to get a small corner-shaped pole, because he only had Perishable foods. "He wouldn't have lasted long.. right?" She whispered, stuffing the pole into her bag.
After a few more rooms, she only managed to get:
1- A crowbar
2- A lighter
3- Matches
4- One pot
5- Seeds
6- 5 bottles of water
7- A sling
8- Two small flashlights
9- 3 Pistols
10- Tiny Pepper Spray
11- Gloves
Noticing she didn't have any more room in her bag, she went to find Jonathan.