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[center][color=D9E0F9][h1]Tiffany Lyle[/h1][/color]
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[i]Heard County High School - Infirmiry
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Tiffany listened to Raymond tell his story. It sounded almost like every other encounter, but maybe they just all blend together after a bit. That startling moment when you are face to face with something you only ever see in movies or nightmares.

She recollected her first encounter. These things had a habit of staying on your mind regardless of anything else. [color=D9E0F9]"I was still in Massachusetts when we heard the news of the infection. We were told to go on the buses provided to get to a safe shelter while they contained it. However, a lot of people were leaving and the roads were jammed. It took a minute, but after a while we saw people getting out of their cars and running. That was when we saw a group of them. They soon charged into the bus. They attacked the driver and a few passengers, but a few of us made it out of the back. We ran for a bit. Me and my fiance managed to find a group similar to the one here, held up in a high school. Things were fine, we had plenty of food and water, we rarely had to scavenge, and we all got along. But one of the men felt he had to take leadership and things went downhill. Soon he was a regular slave driver. He scared people. A few of us decided to leave and he took this as rebellion and shot one of us and locked us in a room. We managed to escape, but he grabbed my fiance and held him at gunpoint. I had to kill him. Soon we both left, but shortly after my fiance got bit and I had to put him down. That was the first time I actually killed one of them."[/color]

She could feel her tears slowly coming, but she remained steadfast. She put on a smile and looked back over at Raymond, [color=D9E0F9]"How about something happier? Anything you want to share?[/color]