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[monstermasher]

▶ WHO: Everyone!
▶ DATE: August 9th, evening (IC)
▶ WARNINGS: N/A yet.
▶ SUMMARY: A small mingle, for any purpose!

[ Good evening, everyone!

Well, actually it's not. It's raining—hard. Is it supposed to be? Who knows. But there's a thunderstorm rolling in, and zombies aren't immune to being struck by lightning.

Really, though—there's nothing entirely extraordinary about tonight. It's what you choose to make of it.

OOC: This is just a quick little mingle; your characters can be doing whatever you'd like! ARE THEY HUDDLING FOR SHELTER FROM THE STORM? REMINISCING ABOUT FOND RAINY DAY MEMORIES? IS THERE A MURDER GOING ON SOMEWHERE? ARE YOU STILL TRYING TO PIECE TOGETHER EVIDENCE OF WHY YOU'RE HERE? ]

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Will do brackets when I'm not on my phone! This is easier atm....

[alonetogether]

She hits the ground the second the crack of gunfire rolls across open ground. She doesn't hear the body of her follower drop. All she knows is that she's alone, in the open, unarmed.

Ellie scrabbled to her feet again and runs for the shadow of the wall, whispering a steady stream of curses.

I ENDED UP BEING SUPER LATE SO IT'S NP

[triggerpull]

[ Honestly, her reaction was probably the right one. He scans the rest of the area—at least as far as his scope can show, which is thankfully, incredibly far.

There's movement, though it's far enough away that it's not an immediate threat to her.

He reloads the rifle and picks it off anyway, the shell of the bullet dropping off of the wall and onto the ground. There's no point in letting it become a threat later on.

A child isn't ideal here, but there wasn't much he could say about that—if he would, anyway. After another quick look across the fields, he calls down to her, voice deep and filtered through his helmet speaker. ]

You're in the clear. Show yourself.

[ Locus isn't about to open the gate for her if she's clearly infected, unfortunately. ]