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The atmosphere is cold and heavy, and one question is on everyone's mind.

Who will be next?

Nana silently wopes tears from her eyes, as she prepares stew for everyone. "Oliver," she asks quietly. "Would you run downstairs and grab the wool off of my cot, please? That's about the only thing I salvaged from the sheep before the infected reached it."

"Of course, Nana," Oliver smiles sadly, and goes downstairs.

As everyone eats, Nana begins cleaning the wool. No one says anything, until Harvey speaks up.

"You all did well today." he begins gravely. "This will likely be an often occurance. There's no use in mourning her loss any more. Don't mistake me; hers was a valuable life, but now it's gone, there's nothing we can do to bring it back. On a brighter note," he continues seriously. "We have these survivors joining us."

"Levi." the new man nods. "I'm the oldest, and am I'm twenty-six."

"I'm Jocelyn." the girl who you thought was oldest chimes in. "Twenty-three."

"Angelica." the last girl beams. "Angelica y/n." she smiles at you, since you share a name. You smile back at her. "I'm Twenty."

That night, everyone settles into their respective hammocks and cots, and you settle permanently into the middle cot. In the middle of the night, you go upstairs to get some water, and you find Angelica sitting on a pillow, mindlessly braiding her hair.

Ask if she wants help braiding her hair - 41
Smile, and continue getting water - 42

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