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Rain fell heavy upon Aubree's back as she navigated the Coalition's territory with ease despite the water that pooled in pockets of sagging flesh.  She had managed to weasel a hood out of some shmuck in the derelict town the Condemned called their home and she was thankful for the cover it provided to her face, even if cold droplets still fell hard against her snout. 

She was in search of food for herself.  She had found that even the most morally devoid beings had issues with sharing sustenance with the undead.  This did not surprise Aubree one bit and she was far too used to this to call it an injustice, but it was a rather pitiful existence she had found herself in... again.