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Kat stepped back as the doorknob turned, tensing and raising the butt of the shot gun up preparing to strike if need be.
[color=7bcdc8]"There are no good people anymore," [/color]she said, her voice hollow with way too much experience for someone as young as she was. [color=7bcdc8]"Only survivors. And survivors do whatever they can to take care of themselves."[/color]

Grace had quieted to whimpers. Once the man entered he would see the large tears that bubbled in her blue eyes. He would also see the arms of her mother quivering. Kat was exhausted, not just from having been up nearly all night keeping Grace quiet to keep the walkers from finding them, but she was exhausted from having been on her own with a baby for so long. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but she was starting to lose hope for them. Running low on supplies and not able to safely scavenge meant their days were numbered.

In this state of utter hopelessness and fighting the growing desperation, Kat lowered the useless shotgun and stared the man down.[color=7bcdc8] "Give me some supplies and your group can stay the night. I need food and some other things. I'm not unreasonable. I'll only take what you can spare. As a moving group you can always scavenge more along the way. And no one touches my baby,"[/color] she added, her voice laced with venom. [color=7bcdc8]"Those are my terms."[/color]