[center][h1][color=FFD700]Walter Pierce[/color][/h1][/center]

It did not take too long to catch the smell of the sewers to enter Walter's nostrils as the man cleared his throat to mask the obvious distaste, scratching his cheek. It was all too incredibly bad, though; these days, it was commonplace to smell and look grimy, as he and the others were likely the exact same. The stench of decomposing corpses and walkers did a good job of being worse, anyway. 

Walter raised an eye when the newcomer declared a request to help their group with anything. It wasn't every day that living people walked up to you and asked for your company; frankly, it was quite the opposite, what with the walking dead asking for your flesh between their teeth. [color=FFD700][b]"Well, [i]neighbor,[/i] I can't say no myself,[/b][/color] he took a few steps towards the woman, his vision buzzing about to keep an eye out for any potential walkers that could have followed her. [color=FFD700][b]"Let's talk inside with the others, and decide from there. You go on first."[/b][/color]

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