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[dermatophobia]

[There's some guy over by the cornfield shooting the ever loving hell out of a pack of zombies-doesn't seem like he's missing so far, either! Or, at least, he wasn't until a hapless crow pecked at the new and ominous countdown timer and was flung right into his head.]

. . . Ugh.

[OOC: Will be a touch slow! New voice, new icons, etc etc]
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[moralfixation]

Just what do you think you're doing?!

[dermatophobia]

My job.

[moralfixation]

Which is?

[dermatophobia]

Eliminating the infestation of ghouls-zombies, as the locals have been calling them-present in this camp.

[moralfixation]

...I see, you're new then. Do you have any idea just how many of them there are in this camp? You'll be shooting forever.

At this point the campers are used to them and simply accept them as one of camp's many oddities. That is, the noise from all this shooting is more annoying.

[dermatophobia]

. . . I was summoned here specifically for their removal.

[moralfixation]

I regret to inform you that you've been tricked. The Director will say whatever she needs to in order to bring people here.

Essentially? It was a trap.

[dermatophobia]

This again . . .

[moralfixation]

Again?

[dermatophobia]

A few others have insisted on that as well.

[moralfixation]

It's merely the truth. Try to leave if you don't believe it.

[dermatophobia]

I've already resolved to investigate the barrier.

[moralfixation]

Save yourself the time. *flips to that page in his notebook and hands it over :|*

[dermatophobia]

Ah?

[takes a look!]

[moralfixation]

*They're pretty detailed notes, man.*

[dermatophobia]

. . . I think I'd still prefer to see it myself. Some of this seems too impossible to be believed.