In a world ravaged by the dead, a new chapter unfolds in the gripping tale of survival. A twist of fate brings Rick and his group face to face with an unexpected challenge. The prison they stumble upon is not an abandoned fortress waiting to be clai...
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005,siren of death
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"GREAT. SO, WE TRUST THEM NOW" Jaxon voices as Amara scoffed in disbelief at his comment. She stood in front of the metal desk, her police belt laid out in front of her. With a determined look on her face, she meticulously checked that her gun, handcuffs, blade and baton were securely in place. Adjusting her vest to ensure a snug fit around her body, she fastened the police belt around her waist.
"I don't trust them, Jaxon," Amara stated firmly, her voice filled with conviction. "And neither should you. They came here uninvited, and we need to be cautious."
She paused for a moment; her gaze focused on the equipment before her. "But," she continued, her tone softening slightly, "if they're willing to prove themselves and earn our trust, then maybe we can reconsider. Until then, we need to prioritize our safety and the safety of those we're protecting."
Amara's dedication to her role as a police officer before the fall was evident in her actions and words. She was determined to ensure that they made the right choices and kept themselves and others out of harm's way.
It wasn't that Amara didn't like the group, but she had her doubts. She seen how this world could change people because it changed her and not in a good way. She barley recognized herself.
