Mission: Z, IC

[KatSea]

Evangeline

"Bea it isn't a problem." Evangeline commented with a gentle smile "We have all been down that road, Win is still on it, as much as he hates to admit it." Her eyes flickered over to the boy, whose arms were still desperately attempting to hide his chest. In the dark, Evangeline was relieved that she could not behold the scars upon his arms. Winslow was not as withholding as Evangeline when it came to his damage, but having seen the hurt that was bestowed upon her friend made her nauseated. She glanced down at her stomach, the little, bulging stretch marks greeting her unpleasantly. That's weird. I have been losing weight the last few months. I have to make sure Winslow is fed...even if that means I do not get enough rations. Perhaps that is why my body is rebelling, although Winslow would know more about bodily responses when it comes to such a thing. Yes...I just need to eat more. That's all. Besides...this jerky is soooo fucking good. I never knew how much I loved the food item before now. Her mind snapped back as Bea rambled about oxygen, a smile pulling at Evangeline's lips at the sweet tune of the girl's voice. Never lose your charm and hope, Bea.

"I still forget I am seventeen." Winslow mused lightly, directed in a quiet voice to Evangeline "I feel as if this whole end of the word debacle has added twenty years to my life time. Not in the good way." Evangeline's teeth gently gripped to her bottom lip and she opened her mouth to reply. "It's probably a good thing." Winslow continued "It makes me feel that if I die tomorrow I lived more than my age count says I have." He smiled at her, although it was saddened and almost cold. His brows furrowed and he shook his head "I am so sorry Ev I had no idea what just got into me." Evangeline's breath managed to escape from the clutches of his clenched throat and she leaned over to squeeze her friend's shoulder.

"Don't talk like that. You are not going to die." She wasn't sure if false hope was the appropriate method of keeping Winslow calm, but she knew one thing. She was going to do whatever she could to make sure that he remained safe, and as Bea had come along, she promised herself she would take care of that child as well. Winslow nodded slowly in response at Ev's quiet scolding and a joyful smile took place along his countenance as he ripped open another granola bar and chomped down.

"Man I can't wait till I am not nude." Winslow claimed, louder, as if the conversation he had shared with Evangeline never occurred. "Oh, speak of the devil." His face brightened at the sight of Dean and the clothes bag and he nudged Evangeline's shoulder. "Could you? You are a little more...er, covered than I." He grinned cheekily at her as a blush grew upon her face.

"Fine. Medium shirt good for you?" She asked and he shrugged, nodding slowly in his confirmation. Evangeline slowly got up, glancing down at her nearly exposed torso and hobbled over to the bag of clothes Dean had so graciously fetched for the group. She glanced up at him with a small smile "Thanks. I uh...appreciate this. A lot. In fact I would hug you if I wasn't...uh...indecent." She chuckled sheepishly as she kneeled down and shuffled through what he had brought. She quickly pulled a shirt over her head and smiled in content, then grimaced as she realized she would need to change out of the rest of her clothes. She decided to ignore it for now and scrambled for a shirt for Winslow. "Hey purple boxers!" Evangeline called out to the Japanese American, who she found to be quite the fascinating character "We got some shirts and pants over here." She attempted to hold in any laughter. "Bea uh...let's see...I think this one will fit her." She slung the spare pairs of clothing over her arm.

Inventory

Rifle

Three hospital rags

Needle and String

Unborn Child

Increasing moodiness

Bag of jerky

Granola bar(1)

 

[Dakota K5]

Otto Williams

Interaction: The group and Ave
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Otto set his own bag down next to Dean's. "Water proof hunting clothes as well, long sleeves and warm." He spoke to those that cared to listen as he grabbed two sets of clothing, one set for himself excluding boots since he already had some and a set for Ave as he walked back over to the fire where she was away from the group. He set her set down beside her before speaking to her. "Sorry, couldn't find anything cute. Slim pickings with how rude the populous has gotten these last few years." He spoke with a grin as the fire light illuminated his face in the darkness. "But those should be well dry and warm and Dean got some sleeping bags as well." Otto again spoke as he stripped his shirt and pants off, he quickly put on the new pair of pants but left the shirt off so his torso could dry a bit as he crouched down next to the fire to warm himself.
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On Person:
1x AR15
1x 1911A1
7x 7 round 1911 magazines
5x 30 round STANAG mags (26 rounds depleted in total)
1x tanto style combat knife
Several feet of para-cord
On Chest Rig:
6x 30 round STANAG magazines
In first pack: 3x flint and steel
In second pack: Nothing, all clothing taken out and left for others to take
​

 

[JJ]

[fieldbox="Dean | Jackson Mississippi | 1 October 2026 - Nightfall, lightgreen, solid"]

WEATHER: heavy rain & wind, mild flooding, about 63°F (17°C)

Thanks to Otto's fire, the difference in temperature between outside and inside the garage was a welcome change. Even though it was barely Autumn, and Mississippi was a warm state practically year-round, the storm had brought a cold front off the ocean. Such a rapid plummet had been both unexpected and unwelcome. Dean leaned against the wall, a puddle forming around his feet as he let Evangeline go through the bag to get clothes for herself, Bea, and Winslow. He didn't comment on her quip about indecency, but it yielded a wry smile and playful roll of the eyes.

Once she'd gone through everything and picked out what was needed for herself and the kids, Dean unzipped the pack with the sleeping bags and ponchos in it, pulling out the three sleeping bags and the box of ponchos and sitting them neatly against the wall. "Noticed you didn't have a bag, Win." He zipped it back up and tossed it gently towards the boy. "Take a couple sets of clothes, there are enough and it's always better to have extra."

Grabbing one of the sleeping bags, he approached Evangeline. "Here - it's thin, and it's not much, but it'll keep you off the floor, at least. I'll try and find something better once the storm lets up. Once you guys change, you should get some rest... if the storm is over by the morning, we'll have a lot of traveling to do." A moment of somewhat awkward silence passed before he continued. "Anyway, ah... I'm gonna... go... check on Riley."

INVENTORY (DEAN)
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Wearing
Black cargo pants, black t-shirt
Black combat boots & lightweight Kevlar vest
Black Camelbak

On Person
Colt Combat Commander (6/9) [on right hip]
Small Machete w/Sheath [on left hip]
Foldable Pocket Knife [in pocket]
Small Lockpicking Kit [in pocket]

Backpack
9mm Rounds [1x box of 21]
9mm Rounds [5x boxes of 50]
9mm Mags [1x mags of 9, 2x empty]
Picture of Last Class from D.C.
Small First-Aid Kit
Police Utility Belt [handcuffs, radio, pepper spray, taser, baton, maglight]
Personal Hygiene Kit [includes battery operated clippers]
Change of Clothing [jeans, socks, boxers]
Water Purifying Straw
Mess Kit w/Utensils
Weapons Cleaning Kit
Black Pullover Hoodie

Second Backpack
four-packs of men's large t-shirts [2] (shirts)
four-packs of men's medium t-shirts [2] (8 shirts)
four-packs of women's large t-shirts [2] (8 shirts)
four-packs of women's medium t-shirts [2] (8 shirts)
ten-pack of men's large boxers [2] (20 boxers)
ten-pack of men's medium boxers [2] (20 boxers)
eight-pack of women's medium underwear [4] (32 panties)
ten-pack of OSFM unisex black socks [5] (50 pairs)

Third Backpack
clear rain ponchos [20]
thin sleeping bags [3]

Food & Water
1/2 full 1lb bag of jerky
granola bars [7]
20oz bottled water [3]
60oz canteen [full]
85oz black Camelbak [full]

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[VengefulPeanut]

Location: Garage, First Floor ---> Ground Floor
Interactions: Dexter, Ground Floor peeps
​

Hearing Dexter's breathing become deeper and somewhat steady, his whole body going limp as he succumbed to sleep, Evie smiled contentedly. "I love you," she whispered, sliding up and placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. "Even if you are a Star Wars nerd."

She slid off him as best she could, biting her lip awkwardly as she regarded the damp patch on his chest. The storm outside grew in ferocity, the wind screeching and threatening to blow the building over all while the rain ceaselessly lashed against windows, walls and rooftop. It was oddly peaceful. She liked the sound of the rain. The wind could stand to simmer down but the repetitive drumming of raindrops had an odd serenity.

Fading into audio downstairs, the sound of a guitar playing and then the sudden crashing of doors. Evie gave one more look to Dex before heading downstairs to investigate.

"Anything I can lay dibsy to?" she asked, noticing that people were descending like feral wolves onto the pack of dry clothes.

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On Person (Evie):
- Hunting Knife
- Bow (12 arrows)​

Backpack/Room (Evie):
Items (3):
- Change of Outfit​

Water (0):

Food (0):​

Outfit:​

[spoili]

[/spoili]​

 

[Himilo]

Aveline
Location: iono (ask the other guy)​

Aveline kept quiet as the group talked amongst themselves, their past lives. The mention of it made her think if her childhood and unlike theirs, she was content and it made her miss the old time but she decided not to dwell on it. The time dreaded on as she maintained the fire, the minimum warm made her head bob, only for the jerk to keep her awake. It wasn't until Aveline had actually realized she did fall asleep when Dean and Otto had returned with clothes in hand.

"Typical." She chuckles to the man, rubbing her tired eyes. "I bet they wouldn't even be able to pull it off. Thank you, Otto. Even with this fire I'm still freezing." She exaggerates. Standing and grabbing the warm clothes, she tied the coat around her waist to cover herself before removing the pants putting on the new, clean ones along with the shirt and socks, discarding the old dirty clothing. "And then the weather is changing and it's getting colder and colder again like it does every year. Oh my god, Otto!" Letting out an agitated groan. "Have I ever told you how much I hate the cold. Every year it happens and every year it's… cold." She quickly grabs a sleeping bag and lays it out and plops herself down. "I wish I had my blanket heater, instead we're here." Her voice lowering. "Cold floor, keeping out from cold rain…" she chuckled, though cold sleep was easily drawing her. "No trouble getting the clothes I assume."

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ON PERSON:

- Sneakers
- Black sweatshirt
- Black jeans
- black socks
- Black coat
- Baseball Bat (main weapon)
- Silver lighter (in back pocket)

IN PACK:

- Corey's stuffed animal
- Picture of Aveline and Corey
- 2x Bottle water
- Small pistol
- 9x pistol rounds
- Baby wipes (doesn't actually smell like babies)
- Bagged and labeled medicine: Ibuprofen (6x), Benadryl (8x), Tylenol (4x)
- Ripped Gauze
- Bagged band-Aids (10x)​

yes, tis I...

 

[Mobley Eats]

[fieldbox="Beatrice Kolkowsky | Mechanic's Shop
| Evening, goldenrod, solid"]

Interactions: Cecilio, Evangeline, Dean & Evie


Bea cocked her head in confusion. Ryb-ry...what? Rib Co? Ribeye? Did he just call me a piece of meat? Questions that need answers! Her brain literally spun for 0.2 seconds before crashing to the asphalt in a fiery demise...

In other words, she decided to drop it for now. It was obviously in a different language and Cecilio didn't seem to say in a negative tone, so she decided not to worry about it. But still, if someone calls me Ribeye...that'd be kinda cool. Like a Call of Duty code name or something! Cue Mission Impossible theme song. Her thoughts screeched to a halt when the sound of gentle guitar strumming reached her ears. It was a soothing tune, no matter how simple the chords were. They melded together to create a wonderful harmony and it instantly made content spread through Bea's being like her mother's hugs.

Mom...

And just like that, the positive vibes within her dulled like a worn blade and her smile turned plastic. "That's beautiful," she commented. However, before she could force herself to crank out anymore pleasantries, she heard Curly Q and Otto-mic return with clothes.

"OH HALLELUJAH!"

...Her energy was back.

"You're a goddess, Evangeline," Bea praised as the woman came over with clothes for her. She internally mourned at the lack of yellow, but quickly squashed the feeling in embarrassment. She couldn't afford to worry about what color clothing she wore; all that mattered now was survival. Like the Flash (my husband if I ever turn straight--unlikely), she pulled on a shirt and pants, reveling in the feeling of her decency once again restored. Ah. Look at that. The heavens were singing. The shirt was a tad on the large size for her, but she sure as hell wasn't going to complain; besides, she loved over-sized tops. She then looked around until she spotted Curly Q and raised an awkward thumbs up. "Thanks a million Curly Q--uuuuu, I meant Dean! Dean. Yep. Ahahah..."

A beat.

She pointed at a lonely corner.

"I'm just gonna...go jump into the hole I dug for myself."

As she plopped down with the others and recounted all the ways she could disappear into the night on a walk of shame, she noticed a new face descending he stairs. Oh. Oh dang--she was cute too! Why are there so many pretty females here?! M-my weak heart can't handle the stress. It's like an old dude on Viagra--oh God I can't believe I made that joke...Bad Bea! Bad! Deciding that nothing good would come out of her mouth, Bea settled for waving in the girl's ((Evie)) direction, not even caring if she saw or not. In all honesty, Bea hoped she didn't; the young musician would only humiliate herself in the long run.

---

Inventory
On Person
1x - Hunting Knife
1x - Water Canteen (half full)
3x - Protein Bar
Uke the ukulele
1x - First Aid Kit
Bloodied Finding Nemo shirt
5x - Needles
3x - Hospital Rags

outfit

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[JJ]

[fieldbox="Riley | #1 Ballamory | 1 October 2026 - Early Morning, teal, solid"]



Dex had barely left when the light in the doorway was blocked once more, and Riley lifted her head to see Hero silhouetted by the campfire, his nose raised and quivering in her direction. "Come here, goofball," she said quietly, and he pranced towards her, shoving his blocky head under her arm so she was forced to wrap it around his neck. He didn't seem to mind that she was soaking wet, and leaned eagerly into the fingertips scratching at his cheek with a long, contented groan.

Riley wiped the other hand across her stinging eyes and then pressed her face into the dog's fur, looping the other arm around Hero's neck to pull him closer to her. He didn't resist, stretching out his forelegs until his upper body was entirely in her lap. Though she'd told herself she was done crying, the damn broke as soon as Hero was settled into her lap, and she sobbed into his neck for another five minutes before managing to calm herself down again.

She'd been eager to get rid of her brother, which is why she'd accepted his reasoning so quickly, but she still didn't understand. How could he leave? How could he abandon us? Riley knew, obviously, that Ryan was like family to Conner. She knew that he'd grown up with Wes's family taking the place of the one he'd never had. But wasn't she his family now, too? Wasn't she important?

"What if I never see him again, Hero?" she asked, voice muffled by fur. But his only answer was to lick her elbow and thump his tail against the floor. Her voice lowered, until it was barely even audible to her. "What if I never got to say goodbye?"

There was three sharp knocks on the doorframe, and her startled jump caused Hero to give one short, sharp bork. She shushed him, glancing at the doorway where someone - Dean, she identified by the hair - stood. "What do you want?"

"We got some dry clothes," his voice was soft. "Thought you might want to change. Can I come in?"

"Whatever." She shrugged, though she knew he couldn't see. Slowly, Dean approached, until he was a few feet away, and crouched, lowering a bundle of clothing to the floor.

"You doing ok, Girlie?"

She wasn't sure why, but she was truthful when she replied. "No... no not really." Riley cleared her throat. "But I'll be ok. I just need some... time, I guess... to be alone. Think things through."

"Sure?"

"Yeah."

Dean stood. "Alright, well if you change your mind everyone's right out here. We're here for you, girlie. We're family. We support each other."

Riley couldn't bring herself to reply, as her throat seemed to close up at that word. Family. But Dean didn't seem to require an answer, and he quit the room without another word. It took several minutes before Riley got herself together again, and she wiggled out from under Hero to grab the clothes Dean had left, changing into them and then settling in a different, not-wet spot of the room. Hero true to his nature, followed her there too.

INVENTORY (RILEY)
-------------------------
Wearing
khaki hunting pants, black t-shirt, black socks

On Person
Beretta Cx4 Storm [15/15] (shoulder strap)
Beretta Model 92 [17/17] (right hip)
Machete w/Sheath (left hip)

Backpack
Sleeping Bag
Family Picture
9mm Rounds x46
Journal & 2 Black Pens
Bottle of Draino [3/4 full]
Aluminum Foil Roll [1/3 full]

Food & Water
Skittles [1]
Kitkat [2]
Can Ravioli [2]
16oz Water Bottle [2 full]

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[Mobley Eats]

[fieldbox="Carter Yamanashi | Mechanic's Shop | Evening, purple, solid"]

Interactions: Evangeline & Dean


Carter had tuned out the rest of Bea and Cecilio's conversation, opting instead to lie on his back spread eagle while examining the ceiling quietly. He didn't have many words at the moment. For fuck's sake--he was tired. He couldn't afford to spout wonderful and fantabulous shit every hour of the day. Even he reached his limits every once in a blue moon, as shocking as that sounded. The only part of him that cared to do anything was his brain; he wondered what to do next. About Maya. He pinpointed a location; Washington DC, it couldn't have been anywhere else in that picture. If it was truly such a nice place (seeing as how the kids were healthy and happy), he would need to convince the group to head that way.

But how? That Wilma woman was from Nashville, which apparently held a safe community as well. It was closer, nothing would stop the group from just settling down there. Carter internally sighed. Lawdy Lawdy, what a conundrum.

You tellin' me...How the hell we gonna get to my daughter? Walter asked.

Don't know yet. Be patient with me, honty. Carter's gut twisted with guilt. He would find a way to get there, no matter what. It was all just a matter of patience and vigilance. That was how it had always been. Crouching in the camouflage, posing a wolf in harmless gay man clothing. However, some of the shame lifted as another thought struck him. At least we've got a lead with a fine ass to lean on~.

You mean Dean? Walter scoffed playfully. He your newest crush, Car? Hell, he does look like ya type.

Don't get jealous now, Carter teased. He grinned at the grumble vibrating through his head. Anyways, Dean honty's a little high strung right now. You know paranoia makes the strongest men break. Or just get sloppy. Or desperate. Whichever, I'll gladly take advantage of.

How you gonna do that? Seduce him?

Maybe--

I was joking, ya sick little bastard, Walter interrupted.

You love me~.

Don't bring up no tragic ass truths around me.

That had always been the closest Walter ever came to admitting that he cared about Carter. It was more than enough--always have and still did now. Anyway, there goes ya little boy toy now. Get to work, Car.

"Yeah yeah," Carter whispered as Dean and Otto came back with clothes. Before the Japanese-American could move a muscle, Evangeline's exclamation caught his attention. His head rolled in her direction with a deadpan expression. Purple Boxers--cute. He extended a limb up in greeting.

Now we must clarify.

It wasn't an arm, but a leg. Long and unblemished and ending with a toe daintily pointed to the sky.

"Presente~" he cooed in a French accent (wasn't the best one) as a grin split his cheeks. His leg remained tall and erect (heh) as he continued with a quirked eyebrow, "Honty why you telling me? I can see them clothes just fine 20/20, don't you worry about me. I'm just fine like this~." In reality, he wasn't, but he'd like to strut around just a few minutes longer and make the others uncomfortable. He couldn't tell if he was doing it out of petty spite or good fun; probably a little of both.

When Dean came back downstairs, Carter stood up and made his way over to the pile of clothing. As he waited for the others to grab what they needed, he sent a wink and a kiss the man's way. "Thank you Dean darling~. I see that big bad storm didn't put a single ding in those sexy locks of yours." Seriously, how did Dean manage to pull off perfect hair in every environmental condition? It didn't make much sense and inspired just the smallest hint of envy within Carter.

"Dean, the new Mr. Clean. I oughtta start calling you DC." An inquisitive grin threatened to pull at Carter's lips, but he managed to keep his signature cheeky expression and bit his bottom lip flirtatiously.

Carter's Briefs

---

Inventory
On person
P226 Sig Sauer (7/10 loaded)
AR-15 (21x 5.56 rounds, 1 mags)
Sylvie's Machete
1x Jug of Benzene Oil
Handful of Industrial Wipes
Strip of dirty cloth/fabric
Industrial Flashlight

Personality/Internal-wise
Fabulousness
Bittersweet memories
Undeniable (yet still denied) fondness for Evie & Hero
(Sorta kinda) Beef with Dean
No time for this fainting foolishness
Walter's ghost plaguing his mind

Outfit

​

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​

 

[JJ]

[fieldbox="Dean | Jackson Mississippi | 1 October 2026 - Nightfall, lightgreen, solid"]

WEATHER: heavy rain & wind, mild flooding, about 63°F (17°C)

Alright... pretty much everyone else had taken what they wanted and changed into warm, dry clothes. Even Evie had popped down, grabbed stuff, and then retreated back upstairs. Now it was time for him to follow suit, change, and then get some rest. He ached everywhere, and knew as soon as he relaxed, he was out for the night, at least. Kneeling by the bag, he pulled out what he needed from the bag and then turned, intending to find a nice dark corner to spend the rest of the night.

"Thank you Dean darling~. I see that big bad storm didn't put a single ding in those sexy locks of yours. Dean, the new Mr. Clean. I oughtta start calling you DC."

That last sentence couldn't have been a coincidence. Carter'd gotten a long, hard look at that photo, and it didn't take a genius to put two and two together... he didn't know when the photo was taken, Dean was sure. But he knew where.

Was it a good thing, or a bad thing? He wasn't certain.

What he was certain of, was that he'd already slipped up one too many times. He'd shown Carter a vulnerability, however brief, and it was obvious that the man was trying to capitalize on the discomfort he'd shown. It was an admirable attempt, that was for sure... but it was one that fell short. "Funny you say that," Dean replied. "It's actually kind of a nickname, back home. 'DC' are my initials. Dean Castle, at your service." He gave a mock bow, and when he rose, met Carter's gaze with a smirk. Gonna have to try harder next time.

INVENTORY (DEAN)
-------------------------
Wearing
Black cargo pants, black t-shirt
Black combat boots & lightweight Kevlar vest
Black Camelbak

On Person
Colt Combat Commander (6/9) [on right hip]
Small Machete w/Sheath [on left hip]
Foldable Pocket Knife [in pocket]
Small Lockpicking Kit [in pocket]

Backpack
9mm Rounds [1x box of 21]
9mm Rounds [5x boxes of 50]
9mm Mags [1x mags of 9, 2x empty]
Picture of Last Class from D.C.
Small First-Aid Kit
Police Utility Belt [handcuffs, radio, pepper spray, taser, baton, maglight]
Personal Hygiene Kit [includes battery operated clippers]
Change of Clothing [jeans, socks, boxers]
Water Purifying Straw
Mess Kit w/Utensils
Weapons Cleaning Kit
Black Pullover Hoodie

Second Backpack
four-packs of men's large t-shirts [2] (shirts)
four-packs of men's medium t-shirts [2] (8 shirts)
four-packs of women's large t-shirts [2] (8 shirts)
four-packs of women's medium t-shirts [2] (8 shirts)
ten-pack of men's large boxers [2] (20 boxers)
ten-pack of men's medium boxers [2] (20 boxers)
eight-pack of women's medium underwear [4] (32 panties)
ten-pack of OSFM unisex black socks [5] (50 pairs)

Third Backpack
clear rain ponchos [20]
thin sleeping bags [3]

Food & Water
1/2 full 1lb bag of jerky
granola bars [7]
20oz bottled water [3]
60oz canteen [full]
85oz black Camelbak [full]

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[Mobley Eats]

[fieldbox="Carter Yamanashi | Mechanic's Shop | Evening, purple, solid"]

Interactions: Dean


Oh...

Oh bih...

This was going to be fuuuuun.

Carter didn't expect Dean to counter with such a clever remark but, then again, he should've expected as much. The man was quite the smooth talker and clearly had some experience with twisting words around, if his conversation with him earlier was anything to go by. It had been a long time since Carter met anyone that could stand their ground against his sass and shade...

Dean just got cuter. By like 110%--give or take. Mostly give. Completely give.

Carter's visage lit up at the mention of his full name. Dean Castle...I know that name. Heard him floating around the precinct a while ago about some top notch drug bust. Okay boo boo, I see you~. Delight fluttered in the base of his stomach. This man really was the real deal; in fact, the Japanese-American could recall Walter talking about the man once while distracting him from analyzing a gunshot casualty. Word had always spread fast in the NYPD.

Smile still in tact, Carter gave a mock bow of his own in return. "Nice to properly meet you, honty. I'm Carter, if you didn't catch that earlier." Something impish was begging to slither across his countenance, but he held face and continued, "I feel like I've heard of you, honty. A real legend and hero eye candy for a lot of people. Please, if you ever wanna share some stories," His eyes glimmered, "I'm a likely confidant."

---

"Look, I don't want to lie, but I've also been instructed to keep my mouth shut. So, all I'll say is… if there's something you want to know, it's a safe bet that our omnipotent leader already does...But if it were me… I'd ask someone he's likely to confide in."

---

Seeing that the bag was finally free of vultures (the group), Carter snagged a pair of pants and slipped them on.



Inventory
On person
P226 Sig Sauer (7/10 loaded)
AR-15 (21x 5.56 rounds, 1 mags)
Sylvie's Machete
1x Jug of Benzene Oil
Handful of Industrial Wipes
Strip of dirty cloth/fabric
Industrial Flashlight

Personality/Internal-wise
Fabulousness
Bittersweet memories
Undeniable (yet still denied) fondness for Evie & Hero
Beef with Dean
No time for this fainting foolishness
Walter's ghost plaguing his mind

Outfit

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[Dakota K5]

Otto Williams

Interaction: Ave
-
From Otto's position in a crouch he listened to Ave. "No, you never said you didn't like the cold. I remember cold winters in my childhood, below zero and winds that cut through you like a knife to the bone but that wasn't the issue, the issue was the snow. Never liked it." He stayed quiet for a moment. "And no, wasn't to difficult." He spoke quickly as he got up and threw on one of the long sleeve shirts and put it on before going and sitting down near a wall between the fire and Ave. "Not to be to forward but if you're cold like you say we could sleep near each other, share body heat and all that jazz." Otto spoke with shrugged shoulders as he let out a yawn, the day's events catching up to him.
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On Person:
1x AR15
1x 1911A1
7x 7 round 1911 magazines
5x 30 round STANAG mags (26 rounds depleted in total)
1x tanto style combat knife
Several feet of para-cord
On Chest Rig:
6x 30 round STANAG magazines
In first pack: 3x flint and steel
In second pack: Nothing, all clothing taken out and left for others to take
​

 

[Himilo]

Aveline
Location: iono (i've been sick for a few days)
​

"Fuck the snow…" Aveline mutters to herself, remembering when she first experienced more than a couple of inches of snow. It was cold and she hated it. When Otto suggests that they both closen for warmth, she props herself up on her elbows, smirking amusingly at him for moment. "That's a long way of saying 'let's cuddle'." Holding in a chuckle, she pulls her sleeping bag closer to him and lies next to him. "Go to sleep," she smiles at him before drifting off. "Mignon homme."

["Cute man."]

--



ON PERSON:


- Sneakers
- Black sweatshirt
- Black jeans​

- black socks
- Black coat
- Baseball Bat (main weapon)
- Silver lighter (in back pocket)​

IN PACK:


- Corey's stuffed animal​

- Picture of Aveline and Corey
- 2x Bottle water
- Small pistol
- 9x pistol rounds
- Baby wipes (doesn't actually smell like babies)
- Bagged and labeled medicine: Ibuprofen (6x), Benadryl (8x), Tylenol (4x)
- Ripped Gauze
- Bagged band-Aids (10x)​

yes

 

[KatSea]

Evangeline

Evangeline's brow furrowed quizzically. This man before her was certainly bizarre, but it wasn't threateningly weird. No, Evangeline found great amusement, even with his flirtatious movements towards Dean. She expected jealously to suddenly burst through her chest, but rather, it was warm regard. He brought a smile to her face. A sense of comedy comforted her, even as his teasing regards seemed to approach Dean. I'd like to see. you darlin. Maybe if he's careful he won't abandon either of us this time. You can keep him if he even tries. Evangeline scoffed to herself and gave a brief wave to Dean before she decided to approach her two children. She tossed the black t-shirt in Winslow's face, which he grappled with briefly until he pulled it over his torso.

"Thank Jimminy Cricket." Winslow commented with a brief grin and glanced over at Bea as she switched out her attire. "Ah...doesn't this feel so much better?" Winslow patted his water soaked hair as he grimaced, a single trickle racing down his face. "Ah...I used to love storms. I used to absolutely enjoy them. Now they are just another pain in my rear end." He grumbled, nearly shrieking out in surprise as Evangeline tossed him a spare pair of pants. "Jesus woman! You trying to smother me?" He pulled the pair of pants down from his face and revealed an ever growing smile. "Thanks anyway Ev. I am sure to look fetching while I am not partially nude."

"Curly Q?" Evangeline noticed her sheepishness and only allowed a smile to grow on her face as she plopped herself down next to Bea and Winslow, who was happily adjusting the sleeping bag and resting his eyes. The poor boy looked exhausted and finally had had some food to allow his body to be moderately at peace. "That's an interesting nickname for him. I like it." She wondered what his reaction would have been if she suddenly blurted out Curly Q, or worse, the nickname Winslow had branded him. Dean the Dick, or, even worse, Dean of Dickitry. She swallowed back her laughter at the thought, reminding herself that the person she held near and dear may not have abandoned her like she had thought. "You know what I like to call Win?" She inquired to Bea in a whisper, a playful smile upon her lips "Winnie. Winnifer, the Win man, Slow..." She paused at the sudden flow of nicknames they had plagued each other with for months. She was surprised at Winslow's creativity for the most part "His nickname for me originally was Monkey. Perhaps that was because if I hugged him I clung. In return I called him Sloth. Just because he could never move fast enough for me." She shook her head "Heh...It's a good thing he doesn't call me Monkey in public anymore." She muttered in a whisper. "He also used to call me Ziggy. I think it was a cartoon character he enjoyed as a child but... I can't be too sure."

 

[Hexatech]

Cecilio & Ringo

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Location: Somewhere in Jackson
Interactions: Nah
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Cecilio finished up playing as everyone took their clothes and he quickly joined in grabbing a pair of wool socks, a large t-shirt, hunting shirt, and a pair of boots finding some that were his size. He wasted no time getting his new clothes on feeling much more dry and warm compared to earlier. He sighed and sat back down against the wall feeling exhausted starting to already nod off taken a bit by surprise by exhaustion. Today had certainly taken it's toll but there was at least some hope tomorrow would at least be better or so he hoped.

Ringo had followed Bea and sat down in front of her looking rather curious tilting his head and wagging his tail. He eventually settled down and laid down next to her still looking to her his tail thumping against the floor.

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Inventory
1x Colt Le901-16s w/ bayonet (15 rounds)
1x 4-14x scope
3x Rifle Magazines (4 loaded)
1x Large canteen ( 4/4 Full)
1x S&W 929 (loaded)
8x 9mm bullets
1x Lighter
1x Trauma kit
1x 7 string acoustic guitar
1x P226 Pistol (9mm) (on Loan to Cartrt)
2x Pistol Magazines (2 loaded) (loaned to Carter)
1x Pump Shotgun (loaded) (loaned to Dex)
12x 12G buckshot (Loaned to Dex)
1x Weapon cleaning / repair kit
Various weapon accessories
1x Riot Gear suit
1x Marlin 336
3x 20 round boxes of 30-30​

 

[Mobley Eats]

[fieldbox="Beatrice Kolkowsky | Mechanic's Shop
| Evening, goldenrod, solid"]

Interactions: Evangeline & Ringo


Bea perked up upon hearing Evangeline praise her nickname for Curly Q. Eh--it was alright, she supposed. Not exactly her best work. In hall honesty, she could stand to get a few pointers from that adorkable engineer tech Cisco from The Flash (Bea may or may not have had an innocent crush on him in the past); hell, forget pointers. He needed to be her mentor and show her the ways of the Nicknaming Arts.

But still, Bea didn't have that luxury. And she was going off on a freaking tangent, as usual. She smiled lopsidedly while scratching the back of her head. "Thanks, Evangeline. Th-though I wouldn't say that too loud, you know? Curl--I mean, um, D-Dean probably won't feel 110 about that." Seriously, the last thing she wanted to do was offend anyone. She could only count herself as lucky that her whole tripping fiasco in the storm didn't produce any bad blood between her and Dex. Granted, she was now certifiably petrified of Riley (speaking of which...where did Red Satan go?), but that was besides the point.

"All of those...sound awful and freaking amazing all at once," Bea giggled. If she had to pick, she liked Winnie the most, though she could only see herself referring to Winslow as Win. It was short, sweet, easy to remember, but still sounded nice and affectionate to the ear. Plus, it gave off positive vibes (win=winning, obviously) during this time of outrunning carnivorous zombies.

Just saying.

"Monkey?" Bea couldn't help it. She tried, dammit. She really did! But a loud snort escaped her and she immediately slapped a hand over her mouth (why yes, everyone, it did hurt), eyes wide. Smooth operator, right here. I got the sultry laugh to make the ladies swoon, she thought semi-bitterly. She wasn't sure what a Ziggy was either, but it didn't really matter because she was too freaking hung up on Monkey. Gaaawd.

The worst part?

Even with a nickname like that, Evangeline would be able to pull it off. Jesus, why does this woman have to be so pretty and nice all the time?! It gave Bea heart problems. Gulping shallowly while carefully lowering her hand, she grinned nervously before whispering back, "Oink oink moment pushed aside, it's, like, sickeningly cute how many nicknames you guys have for each other. Meanwhile, I've only ever been called Bea or Bee," by my parents, anyways...Her features dulled again.

Jesus--why did her mind keep jumping back to them? Of course, she was still mourning their deaths. She would for a long time, perhaps forever, but she had hoped she would do a better job blocking them out. Their faces and loving voices just kept grazing her conscience like a mocking memory. She never wanted to forget, but for the love of God, she longed for at least a moment of reprieve. Just a moment. Mouth pinched into a thin line, she retracted Uke from her bag and found a comfy spot.

She didn't want to play anything, just to hold the instrument close. To cradle it and draw comfort. It didn't feel like she was holding it. Her fingers felt cold and numb. So did the rest of her body. No, not her body. It must've been someone else's, for it didn't seem as if these sensations belonged to her. Was she floating? Maybe. Maybe not. She wasn't sure, but there must've been some merit to the observation. She saw what should be her own hand reaching out to pet Ringo. It should be. I should, but...

Things were fuzzy.

A cloud of suffocating cotton replaced the warmth within her. One hand rested in Ringo's fur, while the other clutched Uke like a lifeless clamp. She assumed she was just tired.

That had to be it.

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Inventory
On Person
1x - Hunting Knife
1x - Water Canteen (half full)
3x - Protein Bar
Uke the ukulele
1x - First Aid Kit
Bloodied Finding Nemo shirt
5x - Needles
3x - Hospital Rags

outfit

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[Dakota K5]

Otto Williams
Interaction: None

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He laid there next to Ave, his empty pack being used as a pillow. He stared at the ceiling of the garage as his mind refused to shut down and his thought process raced at the day's events as well as the losses, oh god the losses. Liz had not been among them when they left nor had they encountered her on the road, a part of his mind, a small minuscule part said she made it out on her own and was ok but his rational mind told him how foolish that was to think and again still another part of his mind, one much to cynical and jaded told him it was his fault, told him that if he had been more aware or had been just a few minutes earlier or later he could have gotten back in time to warn the others before the cultists attacked and maybe just maybe Liz would be alright, that they'd all be better off. A hollow feeling filled his gut, cold and unmoving as he laid there next to a beautiful woman but his thoughts were so far away from that it was almost pitiful. A haze filled his mind as he slowly drifted to sleep, the last thoughts filling his head. "Maybe you should've just died in that cabin old man...."
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On Person:
1x AR15
1x 1911A1
7x 7 round 1911 magazines
5x 30 round STANAG mags (26 rounds depleted in total)
1x tanto style combat knife
Several feet of para-cord
On Chest Rig:
6x 30 round STANAG magazines
In first pack: 3x flint and steel
In second pack: Nothing, all clothing taken out and left for others to take​

 

[JJ]

TIMESKIP IN EFFECT FROM THIS POST ONWARD

DATE: 2 October, 2026
TIME: early morning
WEATHER: cloudy, heavy rain & wind, mild flooding, about 63°F (17°C)

The next morning brought nothing but more wind and rain, but... at least it was sunny out, now. Those who bothered to step outside, or look out a window, would notice the streets, now flooded just over the curb without yet becoming a threat to the buildings on the street. Any sign of Infected appeared strangely absent, as if the creatures had the forethought to wait out the storm. Just like the Ballamory survivors were doing, now.

As dawn breaks, the first few people begin to stir in their slumber and face the day.​

 

[JJ]

[fieldbox="Riley | #1 Ballamory | 2 October 2026 - Early Morning, teal, solid"]
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[fieldbox="Riley | #1 Ballamory | 2 October 2026 - Early Morning, teal, solid"]

WEATHER: cloudy, heavy rain & wind, mild flooding, about 63°F (17°C)

It was a fitful night of sleep, stretched on the hard cement of the garage bay... but with Hero's warmth seeping into Riley from where he lay at her side, and the dog's steady rhythmic breaths rising and falling against her, she managed a few hours. As soon as the sun (ever faint as it was from behind the cloud cover), streamed through the garage door to her left, warming her feet pleasantly, she was awake. And from the lack of movement or conversation, she was the first. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Riley stroked Hero's ribcage, and he lifted his head, looking over his shoulder to blink blearily at her. Then he yawned, tail thumping against the floor, and let his head fall back with a thud that sounded painful to Riley but didn't seem to phase him at all.

"Lazy mutt," she whispered affectionately, rubbing his ears. She was grateful that he'd chosen to stay with her last night. It was the first time since she'd come back that he'd done so, usually preferring to sleep in Dex's room, or wherever he was at the time. Even before the apocalypse, and even though Hero was bought and trained for their mom, Hero had always been Dexter's dog. He was a loyal, faultless creature, and Riley loved him dearly.

After another moment or two of fawning over the terrier, Riley climbed to her feet and stretched, groaning at the soreness that sleeping on concrete had injected into her entire body. Since no one seemed to be awake, and she truly had no real desire to talk to anyone, anyway, she decided to snoop around. When they'd gotten here yesterday, there hadn't been much time before darkness set in, so it was used in just clearing the building to make sure it was free of Infected. But now that there was plenty of light, and she had plenty of time, Riley was free to be as nosey if she so wished.

And she did.

Most parts of the apocalypse were very un-fun. The constant moving, the always having to be on guard... and even though she, personally, didn't have much experience starving, thanks to Ryan and Jack's expertise in managing supplies, she knew that part sucked, too. But foraging was one part of the end of the world that Riley really liked. Even though more often than not she didn't find anything terribly useful, and sometimes found stuff downright nasty, or sad, the rare gems she stumbled across every so often made it well worth the effort.

That was what she was hoping for, today. It looked like this place hadn't been touched in the almost-year since the end of civilization, and they'd been the first to breach its walls, to behold its treasures. For the better part of an hour, Riley perused the shelves full of vehicle parts, jugs of oil, and other mechanical things whose purpose or function she had no clue about. But it wasn't until she stumbled across a locked door that the possibility of some juicy loot started to look very promising.

The door was set in the far back corner of the four-vehicle bay, and a large, frosted window sat in the center of it, covered from the inside by a pull-down roll shade. Riley pressed her ear against the glass, holding her breath, but didn't hear anything. After tapping a few times and listening again, she decided it was empty when nothing seemed to stir within. But now, the question arose... "How do I get in?" she mumbled to herself. A dozen different kinds of handle-jiggling and yanking did nothing. The door stayed firmly shut. Pursing her lips in thought, Riley went searching for a tool that might help. Fifteen minutes later, she was back at it, with several tools to aid her. Four different screwdrivers in multiple sizes, a couple of paperclips, and a tire iron for if it just refused to cooperate and she was reduced to using force.

All four screwdrivers were useless, and the paperclips fractured and broke under the stress of repeatedly wiggling back and forth. But just as she'd raised the tire iron to deal a final blow, she remembered something that Dex had taught her when they were kids, and had accidentally locked themselves out of the house. Another moment of searching, and she returned with a small paint scraper... it wasn't a credit card, but it was roughly the same width and length... so maybe... She forced the metal blade down into the space between the doorknob and the receiver, jimmying it lower and lower until finally it slid down all the way, separating the bolt from its housing. One insistent push, and the door swung open.

"Yes! We're in!" she cheered at Hero, who'd come to investigate the ruckus. Riley stepped through the door and into a small but nicely preserved office. Aside from the half-inch of dust on nearly every surface, it looked as if the occupants could have come back at any moment, ready to start on the couple dozen invoices that lay scattered across the desk. Those didn't interest Riley, though. She rummaged through the draws, swiping a couple of pens, a letter opener in the shape of a medieval sword, and a package of large rubber bands. But it wasn't until the bottom drawer, where she spied the familiar glint of a silvery iPod, that she nearly squealed in delight.

It was an inappropriate reaction to finding something so... useless, in their current situation, especially since it ran on a charge rather than batteries, but there was something about finding it that brought her happiness. Riley shoved it in her pocket with the rest, and then turned to continue inspecting the room. There wasn't much else of interest, but she did find an unopened 24-can pack of Pepsi. Her mouth watered at the prospect - when was the last time she'd drank anything but water? She couldn't even remember. Suddenly in the mood to share, Riley hefted the package and headed for the front room, where the others were still asleep, dropping the heavy parcel on the table. "Rise and shine, fuckers! I got caffeine!"

INVENTORY (RILEY)
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Wearing
khaki hunting pants, black t-shirt, black socks

On Person
Beretta Cx4 Storm [15/15] (shoulder strap)
Beretta Model 92 [17/17] (right hip)
Machete w/Sheath (left hip)

Backpack
Sleeping Bag
Family Picture
9mm Rounds x46
Journal & 2 Black Pens
Bottle of Draino [3/4 full]
Aluminum Foil Roll [1/3 full]
5 Pens, Assorted Colors
Package of 12 Large Rubberbands

Food & Water
Skittles [1]
Kitkat [2]
Can Ravioli [2]
16oz Water Bottle [2 full]

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[Mobley Eats]

[fieldbox="Carter Yamanashi | Mechanic's Shop | Early Morning, purple, solid"]

Interactions: Riley


Carter didn't sleep much.

He rarely went over six hours before his mind jolted his body awake, demanding movement and peace and solidarity and freedom and socializing all at once. It was draining to try and resist, so he never did. Especially not today or tomorrow.

His body clock screamed at him angrily: It was coming. It was near. The time was nigh. Get your ass into gear, Carter.

But what could he do? Nothing, that's what. Thus, for the first time in a while, he ignored the sirens wrecking havoc deep in his mind and soul. It would take a hell of a lot of patience and focus on his part, but he could push the alarms aside good enough. As long as no one went out of their way to test his nerves (such as fucking with his luscious locks, rebuffing his flirtatious ways, or being a dumbass overall), everything would blow over smoothly.

Well, smooth enough.

Regardless, he didn't actually move. His mind was as alert as usually, but he had yet to open his eyes, disrupt his relaxed breathing pattern, nor move in a suspicious manner. Especially not when he heard the sounds of someone rummaging around...Well, it surely must've been someone among the group. The ruckus they were making sounded careless, so he tossed the possibility of an infiltrator aside.

No stealth.

But still, he couldn't bring himself to announce his consciousness. Not yet. He was a nosy bad bitch like that sometimes. However, the sounds dimmed and grew more distant; so, they went off exploring elsewhere? He tried to scour out who in the group were the curious kind and likely to be awake this early. From the time he'd been living with Dex and Evie, he caught onto little nuances; like the forlorn yet measured steps belonging to Dex or the casual chatting that accompanied him in the form of Evie. Plus, no sounds of Hero trotting around on all fours.

He ruled them out immediately.

He doubt it was the newcomers. They arrived fairly late and were swamped from traversing the storm yesterday. They wouldn't be awake yet. So that included Otto, Ave, and the others as well. Not to mention Dean and Otto took yet another trip out into the storm for clothes and supplies.

Which left Riley as a possibility. Oh Lawd...he hoped the girl was mostly over her boo thang leaving. He didn't need to deal with her emotions, whether directly or indirectly. Not right now. It would explain the clattering about, though. She was fiery and full of purpose; it wouldn't be surprising to spot her rousing around in search of something like a lone-wolf rogue sniffing about in a dungeon for that legendary treasure chest.

Ah, shit. Why was his brain on Dungeon & Dragons again? There was no need for that. Plus, it turned out to be a turn off for many potential booty calls that fell flat...Mistakes that Carter definitely learned from. Never again would his nerdiness prevent him from getting that good D, dammit!

Finally, Carter allowed himself to slowly stir awake as Riley came marching in and yelling about caffeine. He added in a yawn for extra measure and sat up, one eye open as it surveyed his surroundings. Oop...Well shit, I fell asleep next to the newbies. How'd that happen? Meh, either way, doesn't matter. Miss Briefs Hater (Evangeline) has the fetuses covered.

"Rise and shine my smexy edible ass," he sighed while staring out the window. Rain. Heavy ass rain. And wind. Strong ass, violent ass wind. He pointed at the weather, a groggy smile stretching across his face as he fluttered his eyelashes at Riley. "Where the sun at, honty? Point it out. Don't worry, I'll wait." He giggled and wobbled onto my feet, accepting a Pepsi gratefully. He smiled and tapped his can against hers. "Bottoms up, in more ways than one~."

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Inventory
On person
P226 Sig Sauer (7/10 loaded)
AR-15 (21x 5.56 rounds, 1 mags)
Sylvie's Machete
1x Jug of Benzene Oil
Handful of Industrial Wipes
Strip of dirty cloth/fabric
Industrial Flashlight
1x Change of clothes (black long-sleeved shirt, black pants)

Personality/Internal-wise
Fabulousness
Bittersweet memories
Undeniable (yet still denied) fondness for Evie & Hero
Beef with Dean
No time for this fainting foolishness
Walter's ghost plaguing his mind

Outfit

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[Mobley Eats]

[fieldbox="Beatrice Kolkowsky | Mechanic's Shop
| Early Morning, goldenrod, solid"]

Interactions: Riley


Bea woke up.

It was morning. Very early morning. The storm was still raging outside. It didn't let up at all. That wasn't good at all, but it was the first thing she noticed waking up. Everything felt numb and cold. But she was moving. So, she must've still had feeling. Right?

Yes, of course.

Riley's voice startled her. She didn't like the fear Red Satan's voice shot through her. She never did. It wouldn't change. But, then again, it was a welcomed sensation. Any sensation was nice. Bea just wanted to feel normally. She had no idea what was wrong with her. She...felt empty. Hollow. Cold.

Like a robot.

But...she wasn't one. She was clearly human. She sat up slowly and poked at her arm. Warm upon her finger tips, but the heat died quickly. Temporary. Fleeting. Her fear spiked, yet not within her body. No, a separate body. Wherever her emotions used to work, they couldn't function in her chest right now. Perhaps never again.

No, she didn't want that. Or did she? What did she want? Could be experience desire anymore? She wanted to want something. She didn't. Bea heard the word "caffeine" bounce around in a head that wasn't hers. Soda. Soda sounded like soda. From what she could recall, soda sounded nice. She liked it...she thought. She was fairly certain.

Without a word, Bea stood up and accepted a soda, barely batting an eyelash. Eyes dead, she muttered a "Thank you" and went back to her spot. She sat. She opened the can and drank from it. One sip. Uniform. Another sip. Just as uniform.

Her Uke laid ignored next to her.

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Inventory
On Person
1x - Hunting Knife
1x - Water Canteen (half full)
3x - Protein Bar
Uke the ukulele
1x - First Aid Kit
Bloodied Finding Nemo shirt
5x - Needles
3x - Hospital Rags
1x - Change of Clothes (Black long-sleeved shirt and black pants)

outfit

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