[Having recently been self-appointed the city guard, Tatsuki has been busy today. Between fighting cannibals and stealing their supplies, she's had little downtime. A shotgun strapped to her back and a fireaxe in her hands, she marches the streets of what was once Mayfield fueled by carbohydrates and gumption alone. Blood stains her ragged clothes, and none of it seems to be hers.
She stops in front of Touma, calmly resting the axe on her shoulders, not noticing their company. In time, she will come to regret that failure in observation.]
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She stops in front of Touma, calmly resting the axe on her shoulders, not noticing their company. In time, she will come to regret that failure in observation.]
Oi, Kamijou. You really oughtta get to safety.