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[Near the outskirts of camp's inhabited sections, there's a kid who can't possibly be more than 12 standing near a pile of slightly smoldering zombie corpses; he looks a little confused about the whole situation. As a matter of fact he's staring at one of his hands in a sort of bemusement.
And between the silver hair (with yes, a feather in) and the silver tail that's not hidden behind a skirt because he's not wearing anything long enough to hide it he might be just a little bit familiar.]
And between the silver hair (with yes, a feather in) and the silver tail that's not hidden behind a skirt because he's not wearing anything long enough to hide it he might be just a little bit familiar.]