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The self proclaimed Vulture scoffed at the words of the young blonde girl, "Girl, common courtesy has changed." He turned back around to face the group. "Besides, does it really matter what I tell you? If I told you that I was all alone and I meant you no harm, would you believe me? Or if I told you I had ten men, all ex-marines, ready to blow down your walls and take everything you have. Would you believe me then?" He still talked in his deliberately slow manner, as if he was picking over the words in his head before he actually spoke them. "Even then, I wouldn't need to follow you here to find this place. Its well enough hidden from the shambling corpses out there, almost anyone who spent a few days in this little town would find it pretty quickly." The man let out a long sigh. "You seem to all have dealt with some troublesome survivors before. How could you not in all, what has it been now, a little more than three years? But I can tell you, whether you believe me or not, that murder squad of exceptionally well equipped and well trained bandits is out there somewhere. I've seen it myself, and if you trust anything let it be this, you don't want to be around when they show up."
 
"Nice advice, dicklord," Sean spat rather tactlessly. "However, lemme give you a little advice o' your own. Pretty sure you're the ex-soldier-y type, so you might not be able to get it through your thick, war-painted skull at first, but here's it anyway. A surefire way to make a man wanna blow your head off is to do exactly what you're doing now: Acting the arrogant, cynical, jaded prickrider who knows better because he's seen some shit. I don't know just what kind of twist this New World has put on ya mind, but we're still human, y'know. Open information channels breed trust. Closed ones breed distrust. And distrust breeds one hell of a trigger itch." Sean adjusted his stance to be slightly wider, dropping the shotgun into a half-ready position. If the stranger made a bad move, he'd get some buckshot acupuncture in half a second. It seemed to be getting a little out of hand with the girls and the stranger, so it seemed an ultimatum was in order.

"So, I'm presenting you with three choices: Make an ill-advised twitch and find yourself more full of holes than a brick o' Swiss, give us your name and we can all work together to better protect ourselves against those well-prepared raiders you were talking about, or kindly fuck off and leave us to our own devices. Only reason I'm not dropping you where you stand is because you did us a favor, getting me girls home. Now, please make your choice so we can all go back to surviving the goddamn apocalypse."
 
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"Evie! Evie, where are you?" she called, her words falling with a dull echo as she paced through the living room. A deep sigh escaped her lips as she pressed her hands firmly into her hips, a slight pout of frustration growing on her lips. "Where has that girl gotten to?" she mused in anger. A series of sloth-like thuds were heard hammering down the stairs, followed by a loud, zombie-like groan. Nicholas.

"Ash, darling, I will pay you money to keep it down. Seriously, I need my sleep..." he groaned, rubbing his baggy eyes with the palm of his hand.

"Will that be cash in hand?" she responded, only half playfully. "I'm looking for Evie. I promised her I'd be home to look after her." Nicholas shook his head with a small chuckle.

"That desperate to see your daughter? It's not like the world's going to end anytime soon," he replied. A warm smile grew on his face as he edged closer to his wife. He pulled her into a cuddle, following the maneuver with a light kiss on her forehead. "Evie's asleep upstairs. We could only play video games for so long. She's as exhausted as I am."

"She takes after you way too much sometimes, Nick. The girl's sick and she's still up and about trying to play." Ashling broke the cuddle, kissing her husband gently on the lips. "I'm going to go and see her. It's been a hard day at work." Nicholas nodded knowingly before slamming himself down into the sofa, drifting to sleep almost instantaneously.

The door to Evie's room creaked slightly as Ashling slowly pushed it open. As the door was fully ajar, Ashling noticed a pair of young, crystal blue eyes poking out from beneath a fiery red fringe, the rest of the girl's body hidden beneath the bed covers. "Evie," Ashling sighed warmly. Moving over to the girl's bed, she took a seat beside her daughter, stroking her hair softly and brushing it from her face.

"You were supposed to be back hours ago," Evie spoke, her voice broken from fatigue and the infection that lay on her chest. Ashling smiled in response. Not at that she had let her daughter down, but that her daughter cared enough to notice.

"And mummy is very sorry," Ashling spoke gently with a comforting smile. "Sometimes work gets in the way and there's nothing that you can do about it though, darling. If I could spend every minute of my life with you, I would."

"Really?" the young girl questioned, her tone hopeful as if the concept was a true possibility.

"Really. You're my little angel and no matter happens I'll always love you and be with you, in here." Ashling continued, pointing to the girl's heart. "And every time you are ill, mommy will be here to look after you..."


Evie Appleby
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"You're my little angel and no matter happens I'll always love you and be with you, in here. And every time you are ill, mommy will be here to look after you..."
Evie felt her heart start to race at an erratic rate and the thin veil of sweat that sat upon her forehead gave way to a sickly, cold sweat that poured from her face. This wasn't nerves, no, this was something else. Feeling her vision go blurry, Evie's breath choked in her throat like hot ash. Before long, her legs buckled and the world gave way to a curtain of darkness as she fell to the floor, drifting into an unconscious state. The thud of her body hitting the floor was simultaneous with the sound of her bow doing the same. Her forehead burned beneath the sweat, her body temperature continually rising to unhealthy levels. While there was be no doubt that she wasn't infected, a different kind of sickness seemed to grab her. Maybe it was exhaustion? Maybe it was a flu? It wasn't clear. What was clear was that the girl needed immediate medical attention as her skin became so pale beneath the shimmering sweat it almost had a glowing appearance under the late-autumn sun. Her bottom lip quivered as her body shook lightly. She mewled the word 'mother' once before falling fully to the embrace of darkness, losing complete consciousness.

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After spending some more time working on Old Blue so that the Scavenging group could use it again, Alexis decided to return to the Medical Tent. Along the way, she saw Evie laying on the ground, unconscious. Although she couldn't run, Alexis quickly waddled over to the Medical Tent to grab a Stretcher, because she was in no position to be carrying people, which was not an easy task with that belly of hers. She did her best to be gentle when she got Evie onto the Stretcher before rolling her into the Medical Tent and grabbed an IV Bag to keep the girl hydrated. She looked very pale and was sweating profusely. Alexis grabbed a towel to wipe away the sweat and dirt on the girl before proceeding to take her temperature. Since it was a little higher than normal, Alexis decided to try and cool her down, starting with wiping her down with a Cloth drenched in water before leaving a Soaked Towel on her forehead in hopes it would help her cool down. She was running a fever, but there was no way the girl could be infected. She really also needed to rest. While watching the girl, Alexis herself decided to relax, caressing her belly as she waited for Evie to awaken.
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About an hour passed before Evie's temperature began to drop somewhat. Her profuse sweating began to allay and her weak, rapid breathing regained some normality. Slowly, her eyes peeled open to see Alexis sitting by the bed in which Evie was laid. If that hadn't had been her first sight then her awakening may have been more panicked or violent but she felt in good care and a sense of relief at seeing the pregnant woman. Pulling the cold flannel from her damp forehead and fringe, Evie slowly raised to a half sitting position, feeling the IV nip at her arm as she moved.

"Alexis? What happened?" Evie asked, her voice weak and shaky still. She pulled the cloth-like blanket on the bed up over her to try and combat the cold she was feeling. Despite all best attempts though, she couldn't control her shaking. "I'm not infected am I? You did screen me right?" she asked worriedly.​

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After quite some time, Evie finally woke up. "You fainted in the middle of the camp." She replied when Evie asked what happened. "You should rest up, you don't look so good. You're not infected or anything. I screened you and all that. Try not to move so much, it can impair the IV." Alexis sighed as she rubbed her belly.

The baby was getting heavy and that was making it tough for her to constantly walk and stand. Being the Den Mother wasn't all that fun, but someone had to be the medical expert and take care of the wounded...and the ill. "As far as I am concerned, you may have a fever or the flu, but nothing major. You should take a few days off, don't go around wondering or anything. Just try and stay within the camp. The more you work, the less your body will heal. You'll need time to recover from the flu."
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Evie let out a loud, deflated sigh as she allowed her body weight to fall back into the bed. Her face was the image of disappointment. She looked across the room to see her jacket and long sleeve jumper hung on the rack, the dirt and grime from escaping the infected still staining them. Thankfully, the red t-shirt which she was still wearing had been saved the horrors of the crawling through the filth as it was covered by the aforementioned items. She stretched her neck a moment before running her right hand up the centre of her chest to a visible bump just under the neckline. Evie become visibly more despondent as she pulled the item, revealed to be a silver, love-heart shaped locket, from under shirt and from around her neck. Fiddling with the item in her fingers, she sighed once more.

"Why now of all times...?" she muttered under breath. If her tone wasn't so hushed some might even identify it as distressed however she was careful to be almost less than audible. Biting her lip, she looked back to Alexis. "What happened to the others? The newcomer: is he still here?"
 
Claire was tired. Exhausted, even. She was malnourished, undeveloped, sleep-deprived and weak. But she wasn't aware of it. This was life for her, sluggish and painful, hard to navigate. Her senses were numbed and she could barely keep her eyes open. All she wanted was a warm bed and fresh food, but she knew that would never happen. Those luxuries were gone, lost long ago.
"Come on Claire, we're going."
Emil's voice snapped Claire out of her daydream. She stood up and brushed herself off. She gave him a faint smile and cracked her neck before nodding.
"Mhm, I'm right behind you."

Emil smiled back at her. She gave him a reason to live. Emil made sure his rifle was loaded before moving out. The pair roamed for around five minutes before coming across something interesting. Emil examined what looked like a military base through his scope. What could he find there? Food? Water? People? He didn't know which he wanted more. He kept his distance but approached the camp closer, coming within 20 feet of the fence. The place didn't seem run down. There were undoubtedly people living here, but who? Thoughts rushed through his head as he contemplated entering. His thoughts were brought to a halt when he heard Claire screeching.

He span around to see an infected man run at her. He quickly raised his rifle and fired a shot. The bullet tore through the zombie's shoulder, knocking him back, but not killing him. The infected tackled Claire to the ground. Emil grabbed his revolver and fired an additional two shots, one missing completely and the other hitting the man in the head. Blood sprayed on Claire's face and she tried as hard as she could to push the corpse off of her. Emil pulled it off and pulled Claire into a hug as tears streamed down her bloodied face. Emil's ears rang from the loud gunshots. Whoever was living in this camp knew he was here now.
 
Almost as soon as the ordeal was over, the gates to camp screeched open, two rifle-wielding individuals rushing out. Their identities were concealed by their hoods and surgical masks but their intent was unmistakable.

"Drop the weapon!" one of them cried, pointing the rifle straight at Emil.

"Jesus Christ, Ellen!" the other one cursed, dashing over to the individuals, his gun lowered. "It's a little girl!" The one referred to as 'Ellen' seemed unphased by the argument, her gun still pointed right at Emil's heart.

"Little girl or not that man has a gun, Jack, and is a danger to our camp!" she screamed back. The male of the duo visibly snorted in disgust. However, his demeanour soon changed when he saw the blood splashed across the young girl's face.

"Oh fuck no..." he groaned before pulling his surgical mask down, his features finally being revealed. He had a chiseled jawline, shaded with a rough stubble, and bright emerald eyes. "Ellen, we need to get this girl to medical and get her screened right now!" he bellowed, looking back to his partner momentarily before his eyes flicked to Emil. "Look, for this girl's sake I'm going out on a limb and trusting you. We'll take you into the camp but the girl has to come with us straight to the medical tent. If she's infected from this blood..." he didn't need to say the rest, he just silently waited for Emil's response. Despite everything, Ellen refused to lower her weapon. She wasn't about to let Jack get himself killed. One wrong move and I shoot... she thought to herself bitterly.

If Emil accepted, then Jack would escort them through the camp straight to the medical tent to make sure young Claire was okay. The issue of whether they could stay could wait a while. After all, they weren't the first newcomers of the day.
 
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Evie let out a loud, deflated sigh as she allowed her body weight to fall back into the bed. Her face was the image of disappointment. She looked across the room to see her jacket and long sleeve jumper hung on the rack, the dirt and grime from escaping the infected still staining them. Thankfully, the red t-shirt which she was still wearing had been saved the horrors of the crawling through the filth as it was covered by the aforementioned items. She stretched her neck a moment before running her right hand up the centre of her chest to a visible bump just under the neckline. Evie become visibly more despondent as she pulled the item, revealed to be a silver, love-heart shaped locket, from under shirt and from around her neck. Fiddling with the item in her fingers, she sighed once more.

"Why now of all times...?" she muttered under breath. If her tone wasn't so hushed some might even identify it as distressed however she was careful to be almost less than audible. Biting her lip, she looked back to Alexis. "What happened to the others? The newcomer: is he still here?"
"You've been overworking yourself." Alexis answered. "When you overwork and don't have enough rest, your immune system weakens." When Evie asked about the other people and the newcomer, Alexis was left confused. She started rubbing her belly again because she was starting to have a stomachache. "I'm not sure. I just found you laying on the ground and took you here. You should rest, don't overwork yourself. Your body needs time to heal."
 
"Javla helvete!"* Emil gasped in his thick accent as he spotted the approaching gunmen. He held Claire close and she clinged onto him in terror. He tightened his grip on his revolver, with his rifle laying on the ground. When the two people stopped and aimed at them, Claire stared at the barrel of the gun that was pointing at Emil. Her eyes widened as she trembled in fear, face bloodied. She didn't want to lose him. She tried to scream, but she couldn't. All that came out was an exhale then a splutter. Emil listened to what they had to say before replying.

"Thank you, but if she's going anywhere, you are taking me too."

Emil stood and helped Claire up with him. She could barely stand, her knees buckled and she almost fell, but Emil caught her. She coughed and held onto him with shaking legs. She stood on her own and wiped away the blood from around her eyes. She coughed twice more before looking to Emil, teary eyed.
"Emil..."
Her voice was soft and weak, she was terrified and shaken up. Her eyes were starting to sting. Emil crouched down and put his hands on her shoulders, still holding the revolver.

"Claire, you will be okay." Emil looked to the woman aiming at him and then looked directly into the man's eyes, "She WILL be okay."
Emil stepped over to pick up his rifle, preparing to follow the two. Claire stared at the woman holding up a rifle, fear in her eyes, blood smudged across her face.

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Ellen and Jack




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Ellen lowered her weapon as Jack moved in front of her shot. He'd done it purposefully, knowing there would be no other way to get her to comply. He looked Claire in the eyes, seeing the fear deeply lodged in her brittle glare. His eyes shot up to Emil.

"Follow me," he said decisively. Turning on his heel, he headed back into the camp and Ellen followed closely behind. Once inside, the gates were shut behind the group. The camp wasn't as bustling as one might expect from the impressive outer defences but it was well stocked and supplied. To the left a vehicle pool could be seen and straight ahead a large command tower.

"Jack, are you going to be okay?" Ellen asked, stopping in her tracks. The man craned his head to look at her, a reassuring smile on his lips.

"I'll be fine. Get yourself to your watchtower duty..." he instructed firmly. Ellen nodded before disappearing off to fulfill her tasks. After continuing onward, Jack halted outside a large tent with a medical symbol above the entrance.

"Here we are," he declared, gesturing for the two to enter. As they headed inside, he swiftly followed behind. "Alexis! We've got a little girl, blood-splattered face... she needs immediate screening. If she's infected..."


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"You should rest, don't overwork yourself. Your body needs time to heal." Those were the words Evie didn't want to hear. Even though she thought she was super-girl, she was still undeniably human. She scratched at her forehead, the frustration at being physically and mentally brittle irritating her to the point she could feel her skin crawl. Evie stared at the cloth roof of the tent, wondering how long she would be laid up for. Hopefully, Maddie would come visit and they could play cards or simply talk - anything to pass the time. She sighed deeply, turning her head to look at Alexis who seemed less than enthused to have to be treating her. In fact, Alexis was wholly focused on her swollen stomach.

"You okay, Alexis?" Evie asked sweetly, a look of concern on her brow. Before the woman could even respond, however, the flap of the tent flung upwards as Jack and two strangers stormed in.

"Alexis! We've got a little girl, blood-splattered face... she needs immediate screening. If she's infected..." Jack announced. Evie sat up her in bed once more, pulling the IV from her arm and dabbing the wound with some cotton wool from the side. She swung her legs around and sat upright, her feet swinging off the side of the bed.

"Is that what the gunshot was about?" Evie queried. Jack merely nodded in response before diverting his whole attention back to Alexis.

 
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Ellen lowered her weapon as Jack moved in front of her shot. He'd done it purposefully, knowing there would be no other way to get her to comply. He looked Claire in the eyes, seeing the fear deeply lodged in her brittle glare. His eyes shot up to Emil.

"Follow me," he said decisively. Turning on his heel, he headed back into the camp and Ellen followed closely behind. Once inside, the gates were shut behind the group. The camp wasn't as bustling as one might expect from the impressive outer defences but it was well stocked and supplied. To the left a vehicle pool could be seen and straight ahead a large command tower.

"Jack, are you going to be okay?" Ellen asked, stopping in her tracks. The man craned his head to look at her, a reassuring smile on his lips.

"I'll be fine. Get yourself to your watchtower duty..." he instructed firmly. Ellen nodded before disappearing off to fulfill her tasks. After continuing onward, Jack halted outside a large tent with a medical symbol above the entrance.

"Here we are," he declared, gesturing for the two to enter. As they headed inside, he swiftly followed behind. "Alexis! We've got a little girl, blood-splattered face... she needs immediate screening. If she's infected..."


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"You should rest, don't overwork yourself. Your body needs time to heal." Those were the words Evie didn't want to hear. Even though she thought she was super-girl, she was still undeniably human. She scratched at her forehead, the frustration at being physically and mentally brittle irritating her to the point she could feel her skin crawl. Evie stared at the cloth roof of the tent, wondering how long she would be laid up for. Hopefully, Maddie would come visit and they could play cards or simply talk - anything to pass the time. She sighed deeply, turning her head to look at Alexis who seemed less than enthused to have to be treating her. In fact, Alexis was wholly focused on her swollen stomach.

"You okay, Alexis?" Evie asked sweetly, a look of concern on her brow. Before the woman could even respond, however, the flap of the tent flung upwards as Jack and two strangers stormed in.

"Alexis! We've got a little girl, blood-splattered face... she needs immediate screening. If she's infected..." Jack announced. Evie sat up her in bed once more, pulling the IV from her arm and dabbing the wound with some cotton wool from the side. She swung her legs around and sat upright, her feet swinging off the side of the bed.

"Is that what the gunshot was about?" Evie queried. Jack merely nodded in response before diverting his whole attention back to Alexis.

As Alexis was about to respond to Evie, who asked if she was okay, they were greeted by Jack and two others. "Alright, bring her over here. I'll get her screened immediately." She pointed at an empty bed as she stood up from the chair and went to grab an apron, disposable latex gloves and a mask so that she could screen the new patient without possibly getting infected. "Were there any visible bites or scratches?" She asked, looking at Jack.
 
Claire's eyes darted around the room at the new people. She was terrified. She wasn't bitten or scratched, but what if she was still infected? She put her hands to her mouth to try and mask her alarming breath rate.
"No, she is not bitten or scratched." Emil spoke in a clear voice, yet there was a slight hint of fear still noticeable. He looked down to Claire. "Do what she says. You'll be fine." He put his hand on her shoulder and smiled. She took a deep breath and nodded, calming down a little bit. Emil was still gripping his revolver in his left hand, his rifle now holstered on his back. He was prepared to shoot his way out if these people changed their minds about being nice.

Claire stepped over to the empty bed, looking at the floor. She didn't want to look at any of the people in there. She hadn't seen any living people aside from Emil in a long time, and she was afraid of what they might do to her. She climbed onto the bed and took a few deep breaths to try and calm herself down, but it didn't do much good. Her breath and heart rates were still high. She wiped her eyes and looked at Emil. He looked back and smiled warmly. Emil looked to Jack and quietly spoke, still smiling.
"Thank you so much for this. I feared for her life out there, and my own. It's been a long time since I have seen people who are still even partly human. I can leave any time if you want, but I'm begging you to let her stay. She isn't safe out there without proper protection. I don't want her to die because of me."
His smile had faded by the time he had finished talking. He looked back to Claire.


Claire was looking around the room. She hadn't seen a fully functional medical area since before the outbreak. She was impressed, but at the same time saddened, remembering her mother and her work as a nurse. Claire shook her head and looked to the red-haired girl on the other bed. She thought of what might have happened to her. Was she infected? Claire shivered, and pushed away the thoughts. She then looked at the woman with the apron and the large stomach. She had never seen anyone like that before. It confused her, and she continued to stare at the bump.
 
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Jack nodded appreciatively at Emil's words. "I can't promise it'll be easy for you two to find a life here and I can't promise you both complete safety. People will be skeptical of you both at first but be respectful, put in hard work and earn your keep here and before long you'll be like family." He shifted in a more firm stance, flicking his eyes briefly to Emil's hand which rested on his revolver. "I will give you two warnings, though. Don't ever cause harm to this camp or any of its inhabitants. We've worked long and hard to make it a place worth living and I can't promise you'll live long if you intentionally damage that. The second warning is..." He looked back to Claire, furrowing his brow before stepping closer to Emil and lowering his voice. "If it turns out she is infected, we will have to kill her. Now, I'll leave up to you how we go about that but it does need to be done. We can't risk an infection outbreak within the camp walls." He sighed, dropping his head slightly from the severity of the conversation. "I just hope it doesn't come to that. Until then, Alexis will do what she can." He moved back away from Emil before walking over to Evie's bedside.​

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Evie watched Jack as he approached, cocking her head up to looking him in the eyes - a little wordless way of showing she was listening. "You okay?" he asked concernedly.

"I'll be fine," she answered sweetly, her tone like that of a child trying to convince their parents they're well enough to play with their friends. "It's only a little sniffle." Jack scoffed at the last part, shaking his head with disbelief.

"Will you ever just admit that you're human?" he questioned rhetorically. He looked to Alexis for a moment before leaning in closer to red-headed girl. "Are we still okay for the... you know...?" he asked with a boyish timidness. A gleaming smile formed on Evie's lips.

"Yes," she answered with a small, croaky chuckle, "I might need to heal up a bit first. I'm a good archer but I can't be slinging cupid's arrows around camp when I feel like Big Ben is chiming inside my head. Give it a week or so and I'll swing by." Jack smiled and nodded before saying his farewells and exiting the tent. Evie brought her hand up to her forehead to nurse the pain, grabbing the cold flannel once more and shielding her eyes from the light. She looked over to where Claire was sat and forced a smile back onto her lips. "What's your name?" she asked tenderly.

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Claire was shocked when Evie spoke to her. She looked at her with her hands squeezed between her legs from anxiety.
"My name is Claire. What's your name?"
Her voice trembled slightly at the start of her sentence, and her Irish accent was obvious. She brushed hair off of her face.
Emil was busy looking at the ground. He holstered his revolver and had his hands together, praying for Claire's safety.
 
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After getting her Medical Gear on, Alexis waddled over to Claire and got ready to screen the girl to see if she was infected or not. No Bites or Scratches while she was examining the girl for any concealed ones was a good sign. However, she could still get infected with blood getting into her Mouth or her Eyes. Or if an Infected person passes on bodily fluids, but hopefully people had common sense not to do that. Wiping the blood away and cleaning the girl up, Alexis started screening her to determine if she was infected or not.
 
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"I'm Evie," she responded with a smile. Cocking her head to the side slightly, she took a deep breath in to try and ignore the throbbing throughout her body. "Is that a little Irish twang I hear in your voice?" she asked before continuing, "My mother was from Ireland, from Cork. She'd always tell me about the Ballycotton Cliff Walk, said it was beautiful. Where abouts are you from?"
 
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Claire was uncomfortable as Alexis examined her, but she kept still as best she could. She smiled at Evie when she had the chance to. Claire felt safe with this woman, and she had calmed down a lot.
"Yes, I'm Irish! I'm from Louth, that's on the left of Ireland. Wait..." Her voice was timid and shy. Claire put her hands out in front of her in L positions and examined them. "No, I mean, the right. Louth is on the right, and that's where I came from." Claire looked back at Evie and smiled once more. She was becoming noticeably more confident. "I went to Cork once, with my dad, before I had to leave. I was only 8 so I don't remember much but I think liked it. I never went on any cliff walks though." Claire reached down and scratched her foot. "It's really nice too meet you, miss Evie." She felt happy.

Emil crossed his arms and watched on, smiling. He was so glad to see Claire smile.
 
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"County Louth..." Evie murmured to herself, wracking her brain for any sort of memory of the place. "I don't think I've ever been." Evie admitted with an almost defeated tone. "Is that North of Dublin? Where Carlingford is? I think I-" Evie couldn't finish her sentence as her words gave way to a coughing fit. Her left hand shot up to cover her mouth while she grasped the edge of her bed with the right, her fingers digging deep into the covers. Once the coughing subsided, Evie's face was bright red and tears streamed from her eyes. "Ouch," she said simply, muscling up a smile for the girl. Grabbing a surgical mask, she placed it over face to avoid any of her germs spreading. "Injection, injection, no infection, right?" she chuckled croakily before wiping her eyes with the tips of her fingers.
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After heading out of the tent, Jack made his way through the camp over to the 'boys tent'. Pushing through the flap, he looked along the row of beds to find Sean laid down in his bunk. "Sean," he called, "Evie's awake if you want to go see her. There's another couple of newcomers too. A man and a little girl - we're still testing to find out if they're clean." Over his back, he had Evie's rucksack. A fact of which he smiled bemusedly to himself when he remembered. "Oh, Maddie and Evie wanted me to give you this. Not sure why. They said it was a present from their excursion into town." As he finished speaking, the object in question was presented from the rucksack: one Christmas jumper with all the adornments. "I'm sure it's... your colour," he added awkwardly, leaving it on the side of one of the beds.

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