[centre][h1][b][color=fff200]Niesha[/color][/b][/h1]
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Location: Mess Hall (building 2)-> heading towards Infirmary[/centre]

Niesha followed Kristina, getting her own breakfast although she could just as easily have skipped it. Yet during the long years since the outbreak, she knew it wasn’t wise to skip a meal. Nothing was ever truly safe anymore, this morning’s events had proved it. Who knew when it would be your last meal? Better to eat. She was silent, in her own thoughts, as she ate in a mechanical manor. She wasn’t too sure how she felt about what happened, about what was happening. She sighed heavily. While she didn’t disagree with what James had did, she wondered where she’d be, if Kristina hadn’t been there… She’d been sympathetic to Richard’s plight. They’d both lost people they cared about… 

Part of her still wondered, if they’d had the equipment, the skills, if they’d have been able to save Zoe. They’d come so far, before the outbreak, only to lose it all, in the space of mere months. Yet the equipment was still there, if not the means to use them… and slowly, the Newman Community was regaining streets, expanding when they had the means to do so. Maybe one day, things would have a semblance of that life lost. 

The war on the walkers could last generations… and that was a slightly terrifying thought. Children born never knowing what it was like before… Children growing up in this world? Yet maybe that was hope… [i]the children are our future[/i]. Perhaps they fought so strongly, for those that were more vulnerable. Children had always held that symbol of hope… Her mind wondered to the blood work she’d found… which no longer seemed as important as it once had, but Niesha disliked not having the answer to a puzzle. 

And her thoughts had taken a detour. She sighed again, pushing her plate away, and putting her fork down. She ran a hand along her hair, taking a few moments to regain her thoughts. Today would perhaps be one of the hardest the community had faced… losing two members to the ignorance and arrogance of one, and one to the vengeance of another? It was different when it was Walkers, or a rival group… Exiling James… to what could quite easily be a death sentence in itself? It wasn’t impossible to survive out there, by yourself, and James was capable. But it was hard, for one person to survive out there, by themselves. 

There wasn’t anything she could do about it. Rising, she said to Kristina [color=yellow]”I’ll head about my work now, but I’ll see you around”[/color] She spoke softly, taking her plate and heading to clean up, before starting off to the infirmary, to see if there was anything she could do there. If not, she’d head about making sure they had supplies, and do what she could to stock what they didn’t. She’d check the Medical Gardens, and spent some time there. In other words, Busy work. Something to pass the time, and keep her occupied.