To those interested, the sign ups and out of character can be found here. The noise of the radio was only a constant hum to her.. soft whispers edging the back of her mind, gently scraping away the last bit of human from her grey matter with desperate attempts. Her plump lips were pursed together in a straight line, obsidian fingernails tapping a constant repetition against the worn mahogany in front of her. Cecilia could hear them quite clearly, calling for help through the sieges of fuzz and static. But.. she did nothing. She sat there, staring forward outside the centered window of her office with vague features. It was peculiar how, even her own people, pleaded and beat their weak fists against the cement wall for answers they simply couldn't know. Not just yet. The ear-splitting bang that sounded outside of the motherly walls, followed by a large billow of smoke and even, screams mixed with groans of the dead. It was quite obvious what had happened, but it's hard to explain such events to a group of middle aged children. A faint knock had interrupted her train of thought, and slowly, the Chinese woman rose from her comforting chair and sauntered to the door, taking only a moment to breath in and tug it open with a flick of the wrist. "What is it?" she calmly questioned, raising a raven brow as if concerned. You could tell by the way of her smooth syllables and dull eyes that, she was in fact, bullshitting. Of course, this was usual for Ms. Cecilia, and her servant as she liked to refer to, lowered his eyes to the tattered floorboards. "The crowds," he began, twiddling with the belt loop at his hip. "They are growing larger near the walls, I think you need to make an announcement to ease their worries a bit. Not to mention at least go out there and help those people.." "You didn't think I already knew? I'll just prance my happy little ass out there to help those people, certainly." Cecilia narrowed her almond eyes and sank her pearly whites into her bottom lip, sucking on it to shift her thoughts back onto the correct railway. The young man returned his gaze upwards, shocked at the response he had received from the governor herself. "You need to alert the military units." she stated simply, crossing her thin arms across her bosom. "Tell them to go out there themselves and clear the walkers before getting anywhere near that crash site. Save as many of the poor bastards that are alive, and I'll keep the people occupied." The young man straightened his slouching frame to bow gently to his leader, and in one swift movement, was off onto the streets to pass the message on to those that needed it. Cecilia though, exhaled deeply. She wasn't expecting the two year anniversary to be filled with so much bullshit. At least, nothing similar to this. The Chinese woman straightened the wrinkles in her black dress and began to make her way to the streets to do what she could do best; tell the lovely citizens of Oakwood that what is happening, is simply.. a small tragedy.