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"..Mon Sauveur!" Her voice rang out in the nearly empty foyer of the country club as Vivi called out to the familiar man. One slender hand lifting in greeting. She took several steps toward Mark, her hair flying behind her as she approached him, bright smile on her face. She remembered him, how could she not? He'd been violently inebriated when she'd met him, out in the middle of the road between her own camp and the country club, and unaware of the monstre literally nipping at his heels. He hadn't seemed to hear her when she called out a warning, and she'd had no choice but to shoot before it could wrap it's rotting hands around him.

Vivienne's smile fell slightly in memory of the fact that she'd had to fire the gun her husband had given her, but it brightened once more in the memory of how very angry and insistent Mark had been that he'd had it under control. Being no stranger to the fragile male ego, Vivi had managed to coax him into heading back to the Country Club by requesting he be the one to keep her safe. Though she wasn't entirely confident in her ability to handle more than one zombie, she'd known she had a better chance than the drunk man angrily, and reluctantly agreeing.

Her gaze lifted to meet his own and she smiled again. Initially.. she'd come here for Topher, he'd promised her a surprise, but as she was waiting for him to get back, she'd caught sight of Mark in her peripheral.

"You look much better today!" Vivi exclaimed, stopping a couple feet from him, fingertips toying along the ridged cap of her water bottle. “Do you remember me?”

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