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At first, Charley was torn between squeezing the trigger of her rifle the next instant and actually allowing this other woman into her vision. It was as if she was death permitting the life of an intruder in her presence. In a sense, it wasn’t far from the truth given what everyone reckoned with when eking out an existence like this.

But this woman, Quinn Finch, stood her ground in this town. That not only disproved the theory that she was a mutant but further suggested she wasn’t infected. [i]Unless she’s bitten and it’s only a matter of time before she turns.[/i] Charley reflected, biting her lip, never wavering her gaze or her weapon from her contemporary’s face.

Dollar, the woman repeated, as if the name ‘Dollar’ for a horse was as far out there as this very universe. Charley didn’t mind the tone. If anything, it made her grin in shared amusement; or some semblance of human connection amid the threat of being turned on any moment, at best.

Trying to stay alive, the other woman said. [i]Trying to survive.[/i] The first woman said inside her mind. Honestly, that was the only reason Charley accepted one day after the other, ever fighting forward. Perhaps it was no different for this other woman evidently named Quinn.

Then she mentioned a friend and, well, if Charley had planned on lowering her rifle then damn it all to hell, because the words of her contemporary did little and less to settle her nerves and then some. 

[color=fff200]“A friend?”[/color] Charley cocked her head. [color=fff200]“How long he’s got?”[/color] She wanted to sound perplexed as much as sympathetic. [color=fff200]“Until what?”[/color] She shifted the weight of the rifle within her grip, whether she needed to or not. [color=fff200]“Till he changes and turns you too?”[/color] Her right eye squinted as though aiming through a scope. [color=fff200]"Because fuck that and it is what it is."[/color]

@Atrocious