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[center][color=D9E0F9][h1]Tiffany Lyle[/h1][/color]
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Tiffany looked around at her new companions. They seemed to be a varying bunch. She didn't understand what one of them was saying but based on how he acted, she instantly disliked him. The girl seemed better, though. She looked over at Raymond and watched the Medics take care of him. She felt instant regret at having put him in this situation, but she knew if she didn't he would be a dead man literally walking. She didn't know if he was any better off really, but he was alive. She reached for his hand and squeezed it to let him know she was with him, hoping that would set him at ease.

Tiffany looked over at the Medic again, and before she could ask the same question, the girl asked where they were heading. She looked over at the man and waited for a response. She hoped it was some safe haven for survivors and that they weren't on their way to the slaughter, but she assumed that since they were doing their best to help Raymond that they weren't about to kill him.

She looked back at Raymond and smiled, [color=D9e0F9]"It's Tiffany, also. We're going to be ok now."[/color] She still gripped the man's hand.