[center][h2]A [color=lightcoral]Dance[/color] with [color=maroon]Death[/color]: The [color=lightcoral]Pas de Deux[/color][/h2][/center]
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While there was silence on the radio, Ana's rather moody company mumbled a curse before appearing to succumb to some sort of grief-ridden madness. Astonished that this man was suddenly quick to panic like this, Ana displayed an expression of wide-eyed shock while she watched the man out of the corner of her eye. 

[color=lightcoral]"...What. The. Fuck. Is. Wrong. With. You?..."[/color] Ana mumbled to herself, shaking in head as the man dove into the contents of his bag for alcohol. The concept of PTSD, or just how horrible the events of the outbreak were relatively unknown notions to her. Her life before all this was that of safe luxury. Even after the initial outbreak, Ana had managed to hide in her top floor apartment while the outbreak plagued the city. Carl shortly found her and then did all the dirty work. Sure, Ana experienced the dread of the apocalypse, just like anyone else, but she never saw just how bad things were. She hadn't seen people being eaten in hordes, people being shot, and so on. Carl had spared her from that, and that was probably the biggest fault in his teaching.

Now offered the bottle of whiskey, Ana gladly accepted it, even giving her companion a nod of appreciation. She took in a long, spaced-out gulp, which she'd regret with a horrible aftertaste that caused her to cough.

Right after her companion spoke, a response from the radio buzzed in. Ana had no idea where Wilmington was, let alone how far they were, but it seems like her companion knew of it all too well. Much to Ana's dismay, she'd have to convince him to lead them both there.

Taking a another drink from the bottle of whiskey, she shook her head and offered it back to the man.
[color=lightcoral]"Did you hear? Someone answered."[/color] She gestured to the radio while keeping her eyes focused on the road. [color=lightcoral]"We go there and we'll have more people. More people, more strength, yes?"[/color] Again she gestured to the radio, obviously hinting at him to respond with their distance from Wilmington. After a moment, Ana grew a bit impatient. [color=lightcoral]"...So how do we get there..."[/color] Still trying to sound reassuring to the man.