You were just living a normal life until you were evicted from your home. Now you must survive in a war-torn city.
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2015-09-09 08:53:34 No. 24625584
Rather than visiting how about we just scout it out? If we find somebody we can just leave a note without exposing ourselves.

2015-09-09 08:54:33 No. 24625602
If bandits are trying to get into the house we're better off not being here anyway.
Supplies are important, but I'd rather not die defending them.
We can hide the important things like tinned food.

2015-09-10 07:03:45 No. 24629307
"You know we don't need to immediately try to befriend them. First we should search the neighbourhood for any signs."
>You calmly continued letting her on your plan.
"How did I met you? I left you a note in front of your door, without putting myself in danger in case you weren't a nice earth mare you are. What I am trying to tell you is we should do exactly the same thing. Prepare some notes stating that we want to see other ponies or something."
>"I don't know..." she doubted. "So many things can go awfully wrong. We could get shot, ambushed, attract some nasty individuals."
"We are not going to meet them in person and certainly we won't give away too much information about us."
>"But what about 'you might get hit' part?"
"You said that bandit raid is a possibility. We are just two mares..."
>"You're still a filly!" she interrupted you abruptly looking at you with mixture of care and wrath. "You aren't a hero of some adventure book, who overcomes all challenges without a scratch! Can't you understand you might die?"
"... just two mares, what we could do against band of strong and armed ponies, or others?"
>Clean remained completely silent, looking at you angliry.
>She took a while to compose, calming herself with slow, gentle breathing. She blushed, ashamed for her outburst.
>"I probably know better than you that we don't stand a single chance against attackers."
"I want to say that we won't last long - on our own. We need to take risks to find somepony else. As long as these risks don't include more dead bodies, that is."
>"I'm sorry, sweetie. I just... you are so young, fragile. You shouldn't even be here, surrounded by war. There are refugee camps south, you would be better off there with your parents." she said so low it was almost a whisper.
>Little trace of tears was beginning to show up in corners of her eyes.
>It's absolutely quiet now. No shooting in the distance.
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