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"Well, get in here!" Joan hissed again, pulling the girl inside the building, backing them up untill they were against the wall, and away form any windows. "Listen. I don't know about you. But I'm going to survive. This is after all, survival. It's not called 'show the boys that young girls can do the same thing men do.' And if it was, I'd never sign up for it. If it was some video game, then I'd be all for it, but you're way too careless. You're hardly a woman; what do you have that makes you so sure you're going to make it out here? You can only carry so much ammo, in that little itty bitty purse of yours, or whatever you're carrying! Much less, do you know how good a knife will do you against the dead?" She stressed.

She sighed, rather annoyed at the girl. It was the zombie apocalypse - and she was alone. It was only a matter of time before a horde of twenty or so zombies showed up, and she would be.... Joan forced herself to stop the thought. "Listen, girl. I want to help you - I want you to survive this! But if you want to tease the gatekeeper of Hell, then by all means, do it elsewhere!"