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Current Location: Alexandria
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Time: Alternate Universe
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Season: Summer
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Time: Mid Morning
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Weather: Hot and Humid
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It was a beautiful summer morning around Alexandria the birds were chirping and the sky was clear and blue. The convoy had long sense joined Alexandria and everything has been going extremely well but today Rosita just needed a day out to herself and what a perfect way to have that then going out and seeing what she could find. Sure, she knew there probably won’t be much to find but you never really know. The air was humid and it was extremely hot even for mid-morning hours but the heat didn’t bother Rosita seeing as she was born in Puerto Rico. And she had often enjoyed laying out on the beach sun tanning but in the world now she couldn’t just strip and lay out in the sun. The world around Alexandria was literally falling apart no one was safe unless you knew how to protect yourself.
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Dressed in a pair of olive green shorts, a white tank top tucked into the shorts, black boots and socks and her long black hair was braided and hangs down her back. Her favorite hat had long since disappeared having lost it in a fight one day with a walker. Not to mention she had even lost a necklace that had been given to her by a friend who had long since passed away. She hated the fact that she had lost both items but things happen that you cannot control. Glancing around the woods she saw a deer frolicking happily along with two little ones that still had their spots. She stops for a moment watching the creatures enjoying their play time with their mother. Before she takes a deep breath and continues on her way.
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So far today Rosita has found a few things she had found some raspberry and black berry bushes and had picked as many as one of her bags would hold and she had put it away in her back pack so they wouldn’t get smooshed. And she had also found some other fruits as well which she had stashed away to take back with her. Stopping once more upon hearing a rustling in the bushes, she reaches down and pulls out her knife. Keeping her distance from the bush until right on cue a walker comes out its legs missing and only one arm. Rosita shakes her head and as the walker gets close enough. She rams the knife thru the top of the head stabbing the brain before pulling her knife out and kicking the walker away. She shakes the goo from her knife before she puts it back in its case.
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Killing walkers had become second nature by now at first it would upset her because she knew that they were once someone’s father, mother, daughter or brother. But now it really didn’t matter anymore it was better to put them out of their misery so that her friends and new found family in Alexandria would be safe and sound. As she continued on her way Rosita made sure she kept her eyes open she really didn’t need any surprises along the way. A further down the trail Rosita happened to see something up ahead, she arches her brown and adjusts her back pack before she cautiously makes her way forward. She didn’t want to just approach it quickly and it turn out to be a trap set by someone out to steal whatever she had collected. But upon getting closer, Rosita couldn’t believe what she was seeing a huge basket of food.
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“Is that for real”
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She asked out loud but not too loud just in case there were other people out and about and had also came upon the food. Reaching down instead of her knife, she pulls out her hand gun and takes the safety off. Slowly creeping up towards basket all the while being cautious and on high alert. Once she reaches the basket she kneels down and looks it over for a moment before she quickly stands and aims her gun.
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“Whoever you are show your self.”
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Rosita says those words while keeping her gun drawn she had heard movement out in the woods and being her luck it was a walker. But it could also be someone that was coming to try and take the basket full of goodies that she has found.



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Location: Arlington Virginia
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When: Spring of 2013
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People involved: Rosita and Abraham Ford
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Notes: A lot of Feels in This Post
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A couple of years ago had been one of the happiest days of a young Latina’s life she had married the man of her dreams. She still couldn’t believe that a man like him could have ever wanted to settle down with someone like her but he had. Having met Abe during her medical assistant training with the military the two had quickly bonded. She was there for him thru the lonely nights that he was away from his family. And she was there for him when he had called it quits with his wife, that was the night that the pair had first hit the sheets. Sure, it had happened while he was upset but it had still met something to her and obviously, it had meant something to him too. Now here she sets 2 years after her marriage one hand resting on her swollen tummy. She was due in a couple of weeks and the baby has been extremely active up until now. Normally while Abraham is out for the day the baby is quiet but when he gets home it is like someone doing the Rumba in her tummy. Neither really wanted to know what she was having they had wanted it to be a surprise. So, they decorated the room so it would suite either a boy or a girl and they got clothes that would for either or.
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Making her way slowly out of the nursery, she closes the door behind her before holding onto the railing and slowly making her way downstairs. Her ankles are so swollen and her legs hurt bad all the extra weight from the baby was taking its toll not to mention for a spring day it is extremely hot outside. Which for Rosita only served to irritate her and make her feel worse than she already does, but all the aches and pains were worth it. Bringing a baby into the world was something special for her seeing as this Is her first. Reaching the couch, Rosita takes a seat and slips her slippers off before she swings her legs around and props them up on the couch. She had been extremely busy today and now she was paying for it. Having done the laundry, gotten dinner going in the crock pot and put away some baby stuff that had arrived. Rosita was tired but she also knew that she couldn’t give in to the way she was filling. She had taken maternity leave from the hospital at the beginning of the month because she was told that she needed to take it easy until the baby was born. But there was no way in hell she was going to lay in bed day in and day out she didn’t need her ass getting any bigger than it already was.
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“Hey in there little one you have been mighty quiet today.”
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She reaches down and slowly pulls her tank top up a bit exposing her tummy before she slowly glides her fingers over her tummy in a massaging motion. Usually when Abraham did this for her the baby was all kinds of active but not today and she really hoped that it didn’t mean what she thinks it means.
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“You know daddy isn’t here huh little one don’t worry daddy will be home soon and you can kick daddy’s hand. And make mommy’s bladder feel like it’s about to rupture just like you did earlier today. I think if you are a little boy we are definitely going to name you after your daddy can never have to many Abraham’s in this world.”
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She continues to slowly glide her fingers over her tummy she could feel tiny flutters nothing major so at least the baby was still semi active. Seemed a bit lazy but she knew that was normal, thinking for a moment she picks up her bottle of water and takes a sip. Before she clears her throat and sets the bottle down, returning her hands to her stomach she begins to speak once more.
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“If you are a little girl I am not really sure what we will name you I really like the name Bethany but then again Rosalina or Melarosa is beautiful as well. Hmmm that is something that I need to discuss with your daddy further. But if you are a little boy being named after your daddy isn’t a terrible thing, your daddy is an amazing man he is so strong and so brave. Not only does he take care of us but he serves his country just as well. And I know one thing little one, your mommy and your daddy loves you very much and we can’t wait to hold you in our arms and watch you grow up.”
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She says those words before she lays her head back against the pillow against the arm of the couch. She turns over on her side pulling the throw blanket over her and snuggles down under the covers needing a bit of a nap. The food in the crock pot was on low so she didn’t have to worry about that, and there was nothing else that needed to be done right now. As her eyes get heavier she yawns a bit and drapes one arm over her mid-section before she slowly drifts off to sleep.




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When: Spring of 2013
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Where: Near Arlington
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Time Of Day: Early Morning
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The sound of birds chirping and Abrahams slight snore and the arm wrapped tightly around her waist. Is the first things that can be heard and felt as Rosita slowly awakens, she was safe and warm next to Abraham and she really didn’t want to get up and get dressed but she knew she had to meet up with Rick. She had volunteered to go on a scavenge with Rick this morning, since the convoy has gotten rather large. They needed to find more supplies to make sure everyone remains fed and morale issues don’t arise. Staring at Abraham for a moment Rosita reaches up and gently glides her fingers down his cheek. He really has no idea how much he means to her and one day she will tell him but for now she places a kiss on his lips. Before she slips free of his arms naked as the day she was born, she stares back at Abraham for a moment before a small smile graces her lips. Yea things had been tense since that new girl had been glued to Abe’s ass like a tick to a 3-legged dog. But things seemed to work themselves out after their talk. Rosita knew she needed to be more open with her thoughts and everything and she will do just that. Rosita is very outspoken but when it comes to what is bothering her, she has never been one to complain. She was brought up to never complain about anything no matter what she wasn’t supposed to complain or argue.
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Staring at Abraham for a moment longer, Rosita moves about her area getting herself dressed for this outing. It was already warmer than normal so she had a feeling shorts would be her best option or else she was going to burn up. About 10 minutes later after a quick wash of her lady parts and the rest of her body. Rosita is dressed in a pair of short olive green shorts, and a short blue grey top with a button-down shirt over top tied up where her abs and top shows. She has a pair of socks and black boots on. With her gun holsters strapped around her waist and her knife attached at her back side. A pair of black leather finger gloves on her hands, and an army cap on her head. Her black hair is in pig tails and hangs over her shoulders and her face is free of makeup not like she needed it anyway. Reaching into her bag, she pulls out a necklace which she had made for him. She had been saving it but she figured it was now or never. She had made it out of a piece from a fuel truck that they had found one day while out savaging. She had cracked a brake light and to make the necklace for him hopefully he liked it he didn’t it would hurt like hell but she would understand.
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Laying a note down next to him on her pillow along with the necklace, she places one more kiss on his lips. Before she pulls the covers over him gently not wanting to disturb his slumber, sure he didn’t sleep much anymore but when he did sleep those were moments that Rosita loved to just lay there and watch him. But she knew that she couldn’t do that right now, grabbing up her back pack placing it on her back as well as a couple of bags to load stuff in in case she found anything for her and Abraham as well as everyone else. She glances back over towards the man that she loves her eyes roaming over him before she turns and exits her section of camp. Standing there for a moment she stretches her body working out the kinks before she heads off towards Rick’s section of camp. She had grabbed a couple bottles of water and some protein bars last night and packed them in her back pack. Pulling out a granola bar from her pocket, she opens it and begins to eat while walking. Once she reaches Rick’s section of camp, she brushes her pig tails over her shoulders before she begins to speak.
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“Hey Rick are you ready to go?”
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She says those words as she peaks her head into his section of camp, she wasn’t just going to invade his private space she wasn’t like that. She crosses her arms and stands nearby Rick’s section of camp, she couldn’t wait to see where they would be going today. The run with Maggie had been eventful and it should be fun to see what their leader has in stored for this hunt.
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Winter
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Rick's Camp Outside Arlington
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The weather in Virginia so far has been extremly bipolar for winter one day its warm and feels like spring time. And as night would roll around everyone is literally huddled around the cap fire due to freezing their asses off. Needing to distance her self from the situation that was rising up in camp Rosita had agreed to take tonight's permiter watch with Beth. She hadn't really talked much to Beth but she had a feeling that would change tonight. Sure Rosita loves being a bossy little bad ass but the carefree woman inside of her is dying to bubble to the surface. The woman who enjoyed a good drinking game, the woman who would dance topless on a bar if her friends had dared her too. There was so many things that Rosita wishes she could do, but the military had pretty much killed that woman even though she wishes she could bring that woman back. No one knew that Rosita's own mother and father had been turned and she is the one who killed them both. She tries not to dwell on it but every now and then it manages to creep up in the back of her head and the hurt returns all over again.
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But she tried not to dwell on that hurt as she moved around her area getting dressed for the perimiter watch. Dressed in a pair of army camo pants, with a green military style tank top tucked into her pants. She glances around before she picks up a jacket and slips it on before she fastens it. She straps her knife on her leg and puts her gun in the back of her pants before picking up her riffle and slinging the strap over her shoulder. Her long black hair hangs down her back and she has a military style cap on her head and black boots on her feet. Making her way out of her area she glances around the camp for a moment before she makes her way towards the entrance where Beth would be waiting for her unless she got their before her. Rosita would be lying if she said that she wasn't tired because she is but it is something that she would never admit to anyone.
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Passing by the camp fire she refuses to look over towards the group even though she hears a few people call her name asking her to join what ever it is they were doing tonight. She had even seen Eugene and Abe sitting over there but she kept her eyes forward and her head held high. For the past couple of days though Rosita has been getting headaches she wasn't sure if it was due to allergies or if she was coming down sick which is something she didn't want. Once she reaches the perimiter she glances around not seeing Beth but she knew the young Greene girl would show up soon. She glances over towards the camp fire once more and rolls her eyes they were all sitting around it like a bunch of lazy bums. All the new people coming to the convoy wasn't needed or wanted and if Rosita had her say in it some might just get fed to the walkers especially that Anna chick if she keeps on pushing her luck.
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Where: Near Arlington
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Season: Winter
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Time Of Day: Early Morning
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To be winter time it has warmed up quite nicely which is the first thing Rosita notices as she steps out of her house. She glances around for a moment and stretches her body before she closes the door behind her. Since it has warmed up she is wearing a pair of tight jean shorts, with a black sports bra, with a white tank top over top of the bra. On her leg, she has a gun holster attached to her thigh and a pair of boots on he feet. Her long black hair is pulled up into a pony tail and a knife is at her hip, stepping off her porch she makes her way towards the gate where the cars are. Today her and Maggie are heading out to do a little scavenging. She had seen a mall that looked like it hadn’t been looted so they were going there. Maybe find some things for the children as well as for the themselves and the rest of the group as well. She adjusts her sun glasses on her eyes to shield them from the sun’s rays as she continues on her way.
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Rosita is the type of person that will watch and take in her surroundings or what’s going on around her especially when it comes to the people in the convoy. Having let Abraham know that she would be heading out with Maggie, the pair had woken up early and said their good byes. Before Rosita went about packing her bag for this trip getting water for them to drink, extra ammunition and what not just incase they ran into trouble. The extra water was for Maggie since Rosita already had some, and she also put some snacks and what not in the bag. Stepping out on the porch she stretches a bit before she speaks to herself.
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“Hopefully Maggie is awake and ready to go before it gets too much hotter.”
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Rosita had brought some extra water with her which is attached to her left side on her left thigh. Some people say she was over prepared but dealing with what they are dealing with you can never be too prepared. Once she reaches the car, she uses her set of keys and opens the door to look inside her favorite gun set in the middle and the car was clean. It must have been cleaned out by who ever used it last which is a good thing. She hates it when the car is left filthy, but closing the door once more, she leans against it and slides her fingers in her pockets. Before looping her thumbs in her belt loop, bracing her foot against the car behind her. She glances around awaiting Maggie' arrival, she took notice that some of the other survivors were moving around as well. . Finally she notices some movement and someone coming her way she clears her throat as she speaks more to herself.
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“We can finally get this show on the road.”



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<div class="bbtag1"><div class="bbtag2">Maggie Greene</div></div>


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