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Aurora nods in understanding. "Will," she repeats. "Don't know him too well, but I've met him before," Hasen interrupts. His mother nods in agreement. The two walked more into the apartment, taking the space in. "It's nice," she compliments. "Have you known Will before or was it a random assignment?" Hasen asked, almost blurting the question. The thing about Hasen was that he was curious. A little too curious at times.

Hasen is nudged by his mother who gives him a look. A 'seriously?' look. She saw it as crossing a line, asking an almost invasive question too early in their 'friendship'. At least, that's what she hoped for. Aurora looks back at Atlas with a 'Sorry about him' look.

It is a strange experience, Atlas must admit, to be making conversation as if the world were anything but what it was out there. Talking about baking bread and living life as if there weren't creatures wishing to eat your face off and people looking to loot what little you had left. So all they can do is nod subtly at the suggestion that they might make a request for a baked good sometime down the line.

But when they'd been spending so much of their time fighting for their life, it just seemed so frivolous to request someone make some cupcakes or some shit. Baked goods simply were not very high on their requirements list these days.

"No, it doesn't...It's no big deal. It's not really mine, anyway," Atlas shrugs. "It's... Will's place." Would it ever be theirs, too? Maybe, one day. But it certainly wasn't that way these days. There wasn't much they considered theirs anymore. A knife. A gun that they'd had to relinquish at the door. A leather jacket they wore more often than not, except for when the weather became too oppressive for it. Their well worn backpack with a notebook tucked inside, pages yellowing with age. Small and simple things, but things that had come to mean so much.

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Aurora let out a small laugh and shrugged. Head turning to glance down at the floor. "I can only hope that he'll change his mind," she said softly. She let out a sigh and glanced back at the door, down the hallway that lead to Heather. If Hasen went through half of what the group had gone through, she wouldn't be able to handle it. So much had already happened to him. She hated to think it could be something more.

"Why do you do it?" She asked, looking up at him. "I mean, maybe you can talk to him...Help him make a decision."

They had all lived in this world long enough to have some sense of what was out beyond those walls. It was true that some of them were fortunate to have been in the Domus Spei long enough to start shaking those memories from their every day minds, letting dust settle and grow upon them like old books shelved for hopefully the rest of their lives. Santiago had made a decision to join the hunters because despite his aversion to being out there, he knew how to protect their home. But the years had added weight to his shoulders, stress on his joints. He wasn't old by any means, but he was older. And things that had once been easy weren't quite as easy anymore.

"They are important roles," Santiago says, "it sounds as if he wishes to have something concrete to do that will support the community." Wasn't that the same reason Santiago had made his own choices? "Perhaps he would be safer, staying inside the walls. But sometimes safer isn't always better. Or maybe he just doesn't know what he wants, yet. Perhaps tomorrow he'll wish to become a painter and help beautify our little town."

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"I love to bake things, so if you're ever looking for something, just let me know," she offered. All it required was her asking the scouts to pick something up if they didn't have it in the pantry. It wasn't often, but most basic things were there.

Aurora looked back at Hasen, letting him cast a vote on entering Atlas' home. The boy smiled softly & nodded before following his mother into Atlas's apartment. They both looked around, taking in the space. "Hope it didn't feel like I was forcing you," she said. "I really hope you enjoy the bread though!"

"I mean..." It wasn't as if Atlas could argue that fact - it had been quite a while since they'd had anything homemade, unless you counted meat cooked over a flame. Atlas never would have pictured themselves much of a hunter when they were young. But times had certainly changed. So they sort of just held out their hands in something of a gesture of agreement, accepting what she was offering. "Thanks."

At the mention of coming inside Atlas realized they'd probably been rude not to extend the offer in the first place. They hadn't had a place that was considered 'theirs' in forever, or been around people who waited to be invited into it, at least. "It's hardly my place, but you can do as you like, if you wanna come in."

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Aurora smiled softly at him. She was glad he was well, but wondered...it didn't matter. They were acquaintances at best, over the years exchanging some words but not many to consider him close enough for her to press on or get the truth. "He's doing alright." She avoided the question about herself because she didn't know how to answer. She was scared & saddened. Scared for Natalia & Darrel. Saddened by the loss of Garrett. She didn't know him well but Hasen did more. And what in the hell was the helicopter?

"He really wants to be part of the militia or the hunters," she started with a shake of her head. "I don't disapprove but ," Aurora looked through the door leading to the hallway, wondering where Natalia was. "When you all come back like this. I couldn't handle it if he was," she admitted in a mumble.

It was perhaps a little insensitive to the situation, but Santiago was admittedly relieved when this whole ordeal put at least a bit of a hold on further hunting and militia ventures beyond the walls. There was a little bit of breathing room introduced, even if it was only temporary. Time to grieve Garrett. Time to hope for fast recoveries for Darrell and Natalia. Time to reassess.

But if he was given a choice on how he wanted to spend his time, it would almost always naturally revolve around Miguel. And Miguel was not off duty. So he had made his way over to the infirmary, as a supportive husband would. Not at all because he needed a simple reminder that Miguel was still there with him. Plus, maybe he could get a word in with Natalia, even if she was persisting up until now about keeping to herself...

He encountered Aurora first and gave her a smile in return to her greeting. "Hello, Aurora. I'm...well, all things considered." Because it could've been him, couldn't it? It was a thought that had crossed his mind on more than one occasion, but he often tried to chase it away. "What about yourself? And how is Hasen holding up?"

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Hasen nodded in understanding. For a kid born only twelve years ago, in a world like this, he had good manners. With his loss & what he had seen, he was kind. Aurora made sure to raise him so but also ensured that he would be strong & brave. He couldn't afford to be scared in a world like this; not like his mother was. She was proud of him. But she missed her daughters. What would they be like? What could she teach them? "I'm sure it's been a minute since you've had fresh bread," the woman joked. She handed it over to him. "You don't have to let us in, but please...take it. If you need butter, jam, or jelly, I have some. And know where to get some," she offered.

Atlas was mostly skeptical of strangers, for plenty of good reason. There had been times when they'd put their faith in others and had been proven wrong for it. There were times when they'd double crossed others, they were somewhat ashamed to admit. This world made people do things they probably never would've dreamed of doing in the old world. So receiving a gift from a stranger...they couldn't help but feel a little skeptical about it. Resources were meager and handouts weren't exactly common place.

"Ah - we can stick with Atlas," they remark, though it's delivered with a soft smile towards the little boy. Damn, he couldn't be much older than ten, eleven, twelve? Atlas still struggled to think of what kids born in this world thought, how it would shape them differently than the rest of them. "Though it seems maybe you already knew that." This their eyes shift back towards Aurora, nodding to her introduction as well. "Yeah it's uh...been a minute since I last had a 'neighbor.'"

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Aurora rarely found herself drinking. It'd been so long since she even touched a bottle, let alone seen one. She kept herself from that, having had issues with alcohol in the past when she was young. She coined it as something college kids do drink more than they should.

And now she found herself near Miguel, who was asking her to join him. And with the stress on her shoulders, she could imagine the relief she'd feel if she just had one glass...or two. Aurora looked at the glass in his hand & then turned to look down the hallway. It was either drink or spend the night with Hasen. But Hasen was 12 & surely was heading to sleep by now. "Just one," she said as she walked closer to the other, pulling out a chair for herself. "What are you having?"

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⸻⸻⸻ miguel drank his first drink like a shot, putting the glass down and immediately filling it again. what a day, week, year. he would love to just go home, cuddle to his husband and well, forget the whole mess. darell's unmoving body, lying on the bed, chest barly moving with each breath flashed in his mind again, and miguel scowled lightly before taking another sip, slower this time. he looked to the side, making eye-contact with the other and lifted his glass. " wanna join me? " he asked, smiling just a little. distraction, that what it all was. " c'mon, don't let me become a sad drunk here. "

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Aurora could read the confusion & somewhat surprise on their face. But she wouldn't judge & simply understood where they were coming from. She offered them a small smile and a nod. "I did!" She beamed. "Think of it was a welcome to the--" she paused and looked behind her, trying to see how to describe & welcome someone to the Domus Spei. "neighborhood," she settled on. She turned to Hasen and nodded her head towards Atlas, hinting for the boy to speak. "Hi," he started with a wave. "I'm Hasen. Nice to meet you, sir." Aurora turned back to Atlas. "I'm Aurora. Hasen is my son. I think we're neighbors?" It was meant to somewhat be a joke if they were neighbors. In this sense, everyone was neighbors with each other.

Atlas had been debating, ever since arriving to the safe haven and discovering that Will Grimes was a resident, if choosing to move in with Will was the right choice. They felt like they were tiptoeing around him, trying to figure out where they fit in the picture - if they did at all at this point. Yeah, they were family, father and child. It made sense, in almost all ways. Except the fact that they were also, in essence, complete strangers now.

But beyond that, the whole living in a house situation still felt strange. It had been years since Atlas had felt safe within the walls of a house, not on constant alert for strangers that could approach at any moment. Let alone someone calmly knocking on the door as if they were living back in a normal neighborhood in a normal lifetime again.

"Uh, hi," Atlas greeted the woman standing on the doorstep, feeling slightly at a loss for the fact that she clearly knew who they were and they had no clue who she was. But hey, free food was free food - and there had been plenty of nights where Atlas's stomach had been rumbling wishing for something like this to fill the empty spaces. "You made these? For me? That's...unexpected."

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@apocalyptixs ( santiago silva )

The one thing Aurora observed that was similar to pre-apocalypse hospitals, was the amount of spouses & significant others that visited their loved ones on their shifts. It made her heart twinge in pain; she constantly wondered if her husband, had he been alive, would've visited her during her shifts. If they'd laugh over cold-in-the-middle meatloaf in the break room & consider it another intimate moment. She wished that her family could all be in the Domus Spei together, but the world was now beyond cruel. It wouldn't even think about giving her what she wanted.

Santiago had been a somewhat familiar face. He'd be around to see his husband & the two occasionally engaged in small talk. This was another one of those instances. "Hello Santiago," Aurora greeted. She spotted him instantly when she walked into the room. "How are you doing today? Considering...everything going on."

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@apocalyptixs (atlas grimes)

Being at the Domus Spei for five years, it was easy to recognize new faces. As one of the nurses, she met all the newcomers for examinations. No bites or scratches & if they needed medical attention, she'd be there to assist them. Atlas had been one of the newcomers & she always felt responsible to make them feel welcomed. She remembered what it was like when she first entered, how on edge & scared she was. Especially over Hasen. She wanted nothing but safety for her only son & last child.

Aurora’s grandmother had taught her and her brothers how to make bread rolls. A recipe she had always remembered as well as many others. Sometimes she cooked for the entire group, other times she would make just Hasen’s meals because he was still picky and liked his food a certain way. This time, she was making the bread rolls for the newcomers. She started off by stopping at Atlas's door which she knocked on softly, Hasen standing next to her. "Hi Atlas," she greeted as he opened the door. "I wanted to welcome you to the community with some treats! I made you some rolls, I hope you like them."

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Aurora was careful as she cared for the unconscious man on the table. She'd only done so much as a student before the apocalypse started, most of what she knew how to do was from reading or learning when she entered the domus spei. She peeled away at dried blood and dirt, looking for all the cuts & other injuries they'd have to care for. Looking for bites was the second thing & she was relieved to have found none on her end. If Shawn found any, she'd surely say so.

"Very," she mumbled in agreement. She helped Shawn remove the boots and sighed to herself. She glanced at the door at the mention of the other woman. She nodded in agreement. "I understand why she's quiet though. I can't imagine what they see out there now these days." She remembered how horrific it was & if it wasn't for her constant nightmares, she would've forgotten.

Where: The Infirmiry

Who: Shawn and Aurora (@mommabcar )

Shawn meticulously cleaned the various scraps and bruises she could find in the skin of the unconscious man while looking for other injuries. Really she was looking for bites. So far she hadn't found anything concerning but you really couldn't be too careful with someone in this state. If they were outside this little town, she and Atlas would have left them behind.

"He is one lucky bastard," she mumbled to Aurora as she attempted to pull his boots off. Most of what they did here was minor doctoring, anything more than that was a death sentence anyway, but it was the first time she'd done it on someone who wasn't awake to tell her what hurt. Her mind wandered to the woman down the hall who could probably tell them what had happened. "I wish she'd at least talk to us about this. I don't even give a shit if she did it, I'd just like to know so we're not flying blind here."

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&. 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  an  assortment  of  dialogue  prompts  for  various  apocalypse�� /  end  of  the  world  scenarios.  feel  free  to  change  as  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ stay alive. for me. ❜

❛ you won’t survive long out there. i can protect you. ❜

❛ how many bullets do you got left? ❜

❛ i’m gonna make sure this place is secure. ❜

❛ will things ever go back to the way they were? ❜

❛ i know the odds aren’t good, but we’ve got to try. ❜

❛ you should be dead by now. ❜

❛ this isn’t the world you remember. ❜

❛ it’s all gone. it’s really all gone. ❜

❛ shit. why did you hide this? ❜

❛ stay down. don’t let them see you. ❜

❛ you are making it very difficult to keep you alive. ❜

❛ how is it you’re not scared? ❜

❛ when i give the signal, we run. ❜

❛ holy shit, we hit the jackpot! look at all this stuff! ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ if you don’t fight, you die. ❜

❛ remind me to not get on your bad side. ❜

❛ been there. seen that. got the scars to prove it. ❜

❛ unfortunately, we can’t kiss in the rain. it’s acid. ❜

❛ just keep moving. don’t look back. ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ still alive, are you? ❜

❛ i’m beyond saving at this point. ❜

❛ an animal that’s tasted human flesh isn’t safe. ❜

❛ there’s nothing you can do to save them. ❜

❛ do you have any idea how many people we lost today?! ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ my job is to watch your back. ❜

❛ don’t enter the city, it belongs to the dead now. ❜

❛ it must be important, otherwise you wouldn’t have gone back for it. ❜

❛ there’s something about that robot that doesn’t seem right to me. ❜

❛ you still remember how to kill, right? ❜

❛ there should be an opening through the fence. watch your head. ❜

❛ our luck will run out sooner or later. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ can’t say i’m surprised to find you in a dump like this. ❜

❛ we can sneak past them, even though i know that’s not your style. ❜

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ if you were smart, you’d turn back now. ❜

❛ shut up. are you trying to get us killed? ❜

❛ breathe. we’re safe now. ❜

❛ you’re better off without me. i’ll only slow you down. ❜

❛ i brought dinner. it’s not much, but it’s edible. ❜

❛ for what it’s worth, i’ll do what i can to help you not get killed. ❜

❛ you’re gonna be real happy you didn’t kill me. ❜

❛ if it was the other way around, would you have come back for me? ❜

❛ why don’t we just stay here? live out the rest of our lives? ❜

❛ you really shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜

❛ rest. i’ll take the first watch. ❜

❛ i’ve got a weapon for every situation. hunting, profession, cold blooded murder, hot blooded murder… ❜

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8. How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’? 22. What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character? 29. How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

8. How loose is their use of the phrase "I love you"?

Aurora only uses it for family (being Hasen) as it's all she has left. If she were to have a lover, it would take about a year or more before she could possibly feel love & comfort saying it to them. Platonically, she hasn't felt since her time in the domus spei.

22. What simple activity that most people do/can do scares your character?

Oddly enough, Aurora is scared of anything to do with guns & weight-lifting.

29. How do they respond when someone doesn't believe them?

Aurora gets very frustrated & will continue to prove her point as to why she's right & telling the truth.

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group leader or follower | long - ranged weapons or melee weapons | pre - apocalypse life or post - apocalypse life | stay alone or stay with a group | find shelter in the countryside or find shelter in a city | canned food or bottled water | radio or walkie - talkies | get captured or watch someone else get captured | carry too much or carry too little | use a car to travel or walk everywhere | trusting of strangers or skeptical of strangers | be killed at the beginning or have to live through it | endure a natural apocalypse or one started by humans | know about the virus origins or be in the dark | share supplies and risk running out or hoard supplies and be on alone | leave an injured person behind or endanger yourself by helping tend to their wounds | spend the rest of your life looking for someone you love or watch them perish | witness the apocalypse outbreak or only know the post apocalyptic world | fight for your life or stay safe behind community walls

you’ve been bit ! do you : hide it or tell the group you’re with or try to amputate it one of your loved ones has been bit ! do you : kill them or run away you find a young child on their own, do you : take them with you or pretend you didn’t see them while scavenging, do you : only take the essentials or grab a few luxury items you just witnessed someone kill your loved one, do you : hunt them down and seek revenge or continue on without them you've come across a group of survivors in your travels, do you : approach them for help or attack them and steal their supplies or hide from them

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WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

What’s the lie your character says most often?

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

When do they fake a smile? How often?

How do they put out a candle?

What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

How do they greet someone they like / love?

What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?

What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?

How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?

What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?

Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?

Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?

What’s a phrase they say a lot?

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Who would / do they believe without question?

What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?

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CHRISTIAN SERRATOS as Rosita Espinosa “The Lucky Ones” — The Walking Dead S11E12

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" & the flashbacks hurt."

✕ ⸻ I see you've met AURORA ELENA MYRANDA huh? They have been around for… well, it will be FIVE YEARS, now. time flies when you are busy and as part of THE MEDICS (NURSE) they are. If you want to meet them, they live in HOUSE B1A WITH HER SON HASEN, I think. People say they are NURTURING + DIPLOMATIC, but don’t piss them off, okay? because they can be also QUICK TEMPERED + PROTECTIVE, so be safe.

✕ ⸻ BASICS ⸻ FULL NAME: Aurora Elena Myranda ⸻ NICKNAMES: Rory, Elena (middle name), Lena, ⸻ BIRTHDAY: April 7th 2005 ⸻ ZODIAC: Aries sun/moon/mercury/venus, Scorpio rising, Aquarius mars ⸻ AGE: 33 years old ⸻ GENDER: cis female ⸻ PRONOUNS: she/her ⸻ SEXUAL & ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: bisexual & biromantic ⸻ SCARS / TATTOOS: scars above lip, right forearm, right eye. red floral tattoo on left side of body. black & white floral & skull tattoo on right side of body. (see pinterest for visuals) ⸻ PRE APOCALYPSE OCCUPATION: Nurse student, wife, mother of 3 ⸻ DORUM SPEI OCCUPATION: nurse, widow, mother of 1 ⸻ FAMILY: hasen k. myranda (alive, 12), Estella Aiyanna Myranda (daughter, deceased), Lola Nova Myranda (daughter, deceased), Koa Hasen Myranda (husband, zombie) mother (70+, presumed dead), father (70+ presumed dead), five brothers (21-40+, presumed dead, possible wc). ⸻ INSPO/SIMILARITIES: glenn rhee (the walking dead), maggie rhee (the walking dead), rosita espinosa ( the walking dead), eragon (eragon), helen parr (the incredibles), catelyn stark (game of thrones), ororo munroe/storm (x-men) scarlet witch/wanda maximoff (marvel), olivia benson (law & order svu), ⸻ JUNGIAN ARCHETYPES: Joker, Innocent Child, Hero, Magician.

✕ ⸻ BIO

tw: death, child death

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✕ ⸻ OTHER

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✕ ⸻ HEADCANONS

she wears a heart-shaped locket. it contains a picture of hasen and a pre-apocalypse family photo

She struggles with sleep due to nightmares/flashbacks.

she is partially deaf in her left ear due to an altercation with a survivor attacking her. The same attack that gave her the scar on her eye.

She doesn't talk much about her past unless she's comfortable with sharing. She'll share small stories here there, but she won't go in depth.