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[though it's rather inconvenient by logical terms, there is now a table set up in the middle of the camp with a number of different devices, a computer that has a webcam function (built in naturally), and a box of items on it. normally, it would seem to be what you'd expect from a rather unusual advice booth, but there isn't a pair of people sitting behind it. instead, there's a woman standing in front of it, dressed warmly with a pair of rubber gloves. someone might notice that she has her camp issued shotgun sticking out of her pocket.
near her, someone might notice two things: the horde of zombies lurking around, the first two or three in a good line, the rest scattered, and a man who looks rather young standing a bit away from things, who's paying a fair bit of attention]
I don't understand. It's possible that the lack of flow of blood to your brain would cause brain damage, but you are all still able to walk and form words. Why is it so difficult to line up so I can examine you?
[as one zombie steps toward her quickly, sweeping out an arm, she pulls out her gun and shoots it, the bullet smacking it in the arm while she's knocked off-kilter a little]
And that's just a warning.
[of course, Brennan has always been a little trigger happy]
(( ooc: Brennan and Sweets will be out in this post! Brennan will be slow due to occasional needs to research every other comment's content, but will be doing her best. that's along with the typical intro disclaimers. /o/ Edit: SWEETS IS SLOWING DOWN. Brennan is trucking along. Both are down for the count. ))
near her, someone might notice two things: the horde of zombies lurking around, the first two or three in a good line, the rest scattered, and a man who looks rather young standing a bit away from things, who's paying a fair bit of attention]
I don't understand. It's possible that the lack of flow of blood to your brain would cause brain damage, but you are all still able to walk and form words. Why is it so difficult to line up so I can examine you?
[as one zombie steps toward her quickly, sweeping out an arm, she pulls out her gun and shoots it, the bullet smacking it in the arm while she's knocked off-kilter a little]
And that's just a warning.
[of course, Brennan has always been a little trigger happy]
(( ooc: Brennan and Sweets will be out in this post! Brennan will be slow due to occasional needs to research every other comment's content, but will be doing her best. that's along with the typical intro disclaimers. /o/ Edit: SWEETS IS SLOWING DOWN. Brennan is trucking along. Both are down for the count. ))