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[Light falls onto his closed eyes. That isn't right. God, oh god, where is he? He waits for it, for the all consuming hunger to overtake him, for the death rattle cough that the dead have, but it's the third day and he's still waiting, swears he can feel the tickle at the back of his throat, but he's at the point where he just hopes someone shoots him point blank, ends it all.

The bites hurt. He keeps scratching at them. The blood is dry by now but they still itch, he can still feel them everywhere he got bitten.

And he still wouldn't change it, not when Sara, when his baby was in trouble.

But there's light now. He hasn't seen light since he'd shut himself in the bin, made sure he wasn't a danger to anyone. Maybe he's dead? Maybe there really is a heaven and he's going to look properly and see pearly gates and all that stuff. It'd be a bit embarrassing honestly.

Except it's a pretty rubbish heaven if he's still covered in zombie bites so maybe someone just opened the top of the bin.

He should actually look shouldn't he?

He opens his eyes finally, sees flawless blue sky. When he turns his head, he sees green. A hedge. And just beyond that the peaked roof of-]



Action: Some time later
[Sam has rarely looked this pale and hurt, even last time he vanished and returned covered in bruises. There's a nasty looking bite mark just visible on his neck, and not the fun kind of bite either. It looks like someone (something) tried to take a chunk out of him.

He looks exhausted and wrung out and even his smile doesn't last for long.]

Hey. Guess who's back. Yay. I'm sure you're all waving flags and ready to throw me a party.

Um... if anyone wants a drink I wouldn't object. Apocalypse Survivor's Club and all.

I'm sorry to anyone who was worried.

[He looks like he's going to say something else, but then just switches off the video]
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[personal profile] hypoxic

[Fitz had intended to send this as a private message to Dr. Foster, but a sudden onset of dizziness and blurred vision meant a text message was out of the question. Video would have to do. He'd remembered to set the privacy settings, hadn't he? Probably.

He addresses the network with a bleary expression, glassy eyes rolling up into his head until he blinks to train them back into place. His skin is an unhealthy pallor, ghastly white with a rash of dark splotches tainting the deep bags under his eyes.]

Doctor Foster... I, ah... The samples from the tunnels? I've been performing analyses, and I've reason to suspect that they aren't quite safe... They react terribly to human DNA samples. It's... I'm not a strong enough biologist to reach a proper conclusion, but some sort of degeneration appears to be taking place.

I also think it might be in our best interests to quarantine off the remaining sediment. The dust has been... It's...

[He grimaces and clenches his jaw, bowing his head for a long moment. He doesn't finish his thought, jumping over to a different one instead.]

Would advise against further reconnaissance trips to the tunnels. At least until we've had more time to study.

[He clumsily gropes along the keyboard next. One of those button presses probably manages to post it. Probably.]


[Those who thought the darkness was limited to the subterranean levels of Wonderland might be dismayed by a certain scientist's decision to bring a cursed object onto a higher level. Fitz, believing fully that "cursed objects" were silly superstitions, saw nothing wrong with the idea of bringing it topside for testing and discovery. That was before the illness struck. Now, there's just pain. Pain and... some kind of faint melody. It's too distant to make out yet, a soft buzzing at the edge of his thoughts.

After leaving his message, he abandons the lab entirely, with the intent to return to his room on the fourth floor and sleep until the illness breaks on its own. He's underestimated the frequent onsets of mystical pain, though. He'll most likely be a huddled lump of a person curled against a hallway wall, shivering despite a critically high fever.

He'll still argue any "taint" or "curse" talk, though. It's probably nothing that antibiotics can't cure.]
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[ A nod in greeting, no more or less warm than usual (as usual happens to be uncommon in this case). His last public address had been in a prior year — an enthusiastic explanation of baseball — and in the time since, nothing has changed, not actually changed. ]

Name's John. Ah, Blake to most of you, but Robin John Blake if we're bein' proper. I've been here for— [ A puff of air, a shake of his head. He's still twenty-nine, hasn't aged a day since his arrival, but there's no staving off the way turmoil has done what time cannot. ] Well, I can't accurately say, but it's been years. Lifetimes in some cases — always enjoyed those kinda events — but on actual days I can count as bein' here, it's over three years.

I don't— [ A pause. He was once personable — trained to be — but so much of that has worn down to this personality of half-measure, a ghost of what once was. ] Tryin' to explain, so bear with me, but I don't think... I don't think I'm goin' home. [ He breathes in, lets it out slowly. ] And that's what I want, so I'm okay with it.

Some part of me is always gonna be here. Mean that in the most technical sense, 'cause this place has taken from me — memories and who knows what else. Figure even if I go home-go home it's gonna be true, that I'm still gonna be here.

So... that's my big announcement. I'm here to stay. By any means necessary, I think. [ His smile is rueful. ] Groundbreakin', I know; a blip of Wonderland's vast radar screen. But it also gives me an opportunity to say I'm retirin' too. From my life of crime fightin'. Won't make much of a diff'rence here 'cause that's not really what I do, but it'll make a diff'rence in me, I think.

[ Blake shrugs, rubs at the small amount of stubble that's shadowing his chin. ]

Anyway, if anyone wants to celebrate or whatever, I'll be 'round the bar in a bit.

[[ OOC: Action prompt can be used anywhere, not just at the bar. Let me know if you need a starter by PMing this journal or hitting me up on plurk @blakeroo. ]]

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Apr. 13th, 2016 10:26 am
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I need a few people who can dedicate about three hours of their time daily and are interested in learning anything from basic data analysis to mechanical engineering to anything related to the cosmic sciences.

In short: if you’re good with your hands or good at recognizing patterns and you’d like to put those skills to use, we can help each other.

And obviously you’re more than welcome to work more than that and are exempt from working during events.

Thank you.

-Dr Jane Foster
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After that last little party, and now with Sharon’s dojo up and ready, I guess it’s time to troll for trainees. I’m looking for anyone interested in learning any level self-defense, but especially those of you with zero experience.

And if you just need to work out some frustration without breaking your hands, I can work with that too.

Walk-ins welcome. I’ll be in rooms 17 and 19 every morning and evening. Stop by, check it out and we’ll see what we can do.

( action | open through apr/may - please date your top level! )
These next two months are all about hand-to-hand, finding balance and feeling comfortable in your body. Faith’s existing trainees are tasked with regular tai chi routines along with very simplistic self-defense. How to break holds, how to apply non-lethal hits-- anything that focuses on breaking away and then getting out of an ugly situation.

Workouts and training, though simple, are not always a cakewalk. In order to build muscle memory, it’s repetitive-- but after a tough session, people can still feel raw and exposed. Faith is kind to her students, but not easy. If she’s felt her companion was not giving the effort they should, she’ll call them out. If she feels there’s something mental that needs to be addressed, she’ll call them out.

If they need to grab a coffee to bounce back, that's great too.

All in all, after a few sessions, Faith's trainee may begin to see that this is not all about physical fitness, but about learning to survive this hell in general.
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[ The video feed opens with a shot of a new bar menu displayed prominently above the bar with the drink specials of the month before panning out to show the bar itself.

A moment later, it turns around to feature Simon in the shot, the Brit grinning in his typical friendly manner. ]

Alright, so with all the new arrivals we've been getting recently combined with the rather emotionally-exhausting magic tricks we've gotten to experience over the past few days, I thought it was time to remind people - or let them know in the first place - that if you're looking for a little distraction or socialization, the bar's on the fifth floor. Myself and Jo and Cami are your bartenders and one of us is usually hanging around the place, but if not, you're welcome to help yourself.

And yeah, the theme of the month might be a little tongue-in-cheek. But. [ He shrugs here, looking mostly unconcerned about it, roguish smile still lingering. ] We're all a little mad here by now, right? Might as well enjoy what we can.

[ And with that, he cuts the feed for the time being. Simon will be hanging out at the bar for the afternoon, visiting with anyone who wanders in or carrying on conversations to people who reply over the devices instead. He's feeling sociable either way. ]


Apr. 2nd, 2016 12:22 pm
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 Hello everyone. I hate to be a bother, but I believe something odd is, once again, happening throughout Wonderland. If you wouldn't mind, could you all come to the clinic so I can examine you? Even if you believe you're not affected, I'd still like to see you and give you a check-up. It would be nice to have some company.

[Well now, that's unusually straightforward of her. Maybe you should head to the clinic. And not question why the door is open only halfway.]
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[personal profile] pig_and_pepper
[ The Duchess appears a little muted today, and yet she appears! Alive and... well. With her piglet safely in her lap. It squeals, and nuzzles at the silver ribbon around her neck. ]

'Tis so much better to have them, but you'd barely know until they come off-- no, dear, don't fiddle with it now, you'll cause a terrible scene.

[ Too late, alas, the piglet pulls at the ribbon. It comes undone. For a moment it merely reveals a red gash across her throat, but then her head slides further and further from her shoulders, until it topples to the ground.

The Duchess (body) props her elbow on her knee, holding up nothing. She (head), on the floor, sighs.

Goodness. Well. I shan't tell you the rest now, this must be fixed. You busy yourselves, darlings, and guard well that thread which ties you to all you are. And your hairstyle, as well.

[ With that she kneels, and begins to search about for herself, on the floor. ]
abelmedic: (oh the flash then the silence)
[personal profile] abelmedic

[Maxine Myers is doing her best not to panic.

Which is not to say that she is not in a panic-worthy situation. She'd gone to sleep in an abandoned cottage on the road from London to Abel, having agreed to take second watch, and had opened her eyes again to find herself alone in a massive, ornate library. She had, of course, done the only sane and rational thing to do in that situation - which was to grab the tallest hardcover she could reasonably swing, slink her way toward the exit, and begin to pick her way down the hall pressed tight to the wall. Wherever she was, it was enormous, and in better repair than anything should have been after years of post-apocalyptic abandonment. That meant upkeep, it meant resources, and again. She did her best not to panic. Panic wouldn't help her get out or help her people find her. Panic wouldn't let her think, and she needed to think, now that apparently the danger wasn't as vanquished as they'd imagined.

So she does her best to breathe deeply and quietly, inching along in search of an exit, ready to introduce the first face that tries to get between her and the front door to the spine of An Illustrated Encyclopaedia of Salarian Anatomic Variation. Zombie or not, she really doesn't care right now. She's had enough being locked away for one lifetime.]


[Several hours later, with a few cups of coffee and a few more long explanations under her belt, Maxine sits down to her communicator.]

Hello, everyone. For those of you who I haven't met, my name's Doctor Maxine Myers. For those of you I have met . . . ?

[Maxine rakes her lip through her teeth, hesitating, thinking. This is an announcement she's never quite had to make, and on top of being awkward, it's so borderline impossible that finding the words is difficult.]

I want to apologize. Apparently I've been here before, but I can honestly say that I don't remember a moment of it. So, to those of you who were my friends or my patients, I'm sorry. I'm going to trust my own judgement, so if you want to catch up, as much as we can? I'd love that, and I'll say thanks in advance for your patience. If it's too awkward, then I understand that too.

That said, I'll be setting up shop again at the clinic! And I do still remember how to be a doctor. So for better or worse, I'm sure I'll see some of you soon. Take care.
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[personal profile] punful
[What’s up, Wonderland? There are two skeletons on the network. Did you know that there are skeletons in Wonderland? Well, now you know. Neither of them are looking particularly cheery today, which is probably weird for anyone who has actually met these two.]


it’s in your best interest that you pay attention. cause we’re only saying this once.

[ Papyrus’ tone is different, too. His usually cheerful and optimistic words have a sharper edge to them. He points one of his gloved fingers at the communicator before speaking up again. Sans just kind of smirks into the camera. ]


[ Papyrus has never really done the whole threatening thing before. ]

[Sans, on the other hand, has. He leans closer to the camera.]

now that’s not to say we’re looking for a fight either. fighting is hard work, you know? me, i’d rather avoid humans altogether. we avoid you, you avoid us, everything’s great.

[He grins and the lights in his eyesockets go out, leaving nothing but darkness.]

but let’s be real. not all of you are gonna do that, are you? some of you are gonna try and test us.


[ Click! The feed ends. ]
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[personal profile] abelmedic
[Maxine looks as stiff an uncomfortable in this transmission as she ever has. It's obvious from the start, to those who know her - she's carefully framed the shot, put on a clean and wrinkle-free white coat, and even a fairly businesslike collared shirt underneath.

Dress for the level of professionalism you want. Not the level of professionalism you've displayed over the past week.]

Wonderland, I'd just like to take this opportunity to formally apologize to anyone I practiced medicine on while amnesic, recently.

[Oh, the places you go. And the things that those places will force you to say.]

As far as I can remember, my procedural memory was basically intact, so I don't think I treated anyone inappropriately. But just in case - if anyone I treated would be willing to come into the clinic for a follow up, I would really appreciate it.


(OOC: Want to just assume that your character got patched up and handwave it? Go for it! Wacky amnesia backthread improv is go. Like she said, Maxine did a pretty decent job with anyone who came in during the week post-event, but would have been awful at knowing who they were or explaining why she did anything she did.)
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[personal profile] monosaccharide
Greetings, Citizens of Wonderland! [Bubblegum is sitting in her room, wearing a pink gown and her tiara and looking grave, but not particularly anxious. She’s certain she’ll be able to think her way out of here, even if the time bubble means that Finn and Jake can’t come rescue her as usual, but for now, it’s time greet the people.]

I am Princess Bubblegum of the Candy Kingdom. I have been taken to this land against my will, which I understand is common here.

[She slams her fist on the table in front of her, leaning forward.]

I will not stand for it. And I will tell this supposed “Queen” [She rolls her eyes, making quote marks with her fingers] to her face if given half the chance. Honestly I’m insulted. This is some sort of interdimensional nexus, right? With "magic?" [She rolls her eyes, wiggling her fingers. Magic. Phah. It’s just science with extra special effects.] Come on. Who are you trying to impress? Sure, the sheer level of power that must go into powering this place seems pretty sweet, but come on. I could easily build a place like this with the right equipment and a decent power source. Though the transportation process was surprisingly smooth. I need to figure out how that part was done….

[She looks momentarily thoughtful. A project for another day. She straightens, smiling sweetly, and adds:]

Anyway, it’s nice to see so many humans around. I thought you were all but extinct. Then again, the anomalous nature of time and space might account for that. In which case… whoops. I hope you’re all from well before the Mushroom Wars.
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[Well, that was horrible. He'd managed to avoid the worst of it, but it still left him on edge and, well, opening old wounds doesn't usually end well. But it's over now, he can think clearly without rage blinding him. That's good right?

He needs a pick up. Needs people who kind of get what he does, and they've been meaning to do it for a while so...]

Hey so... first I'm sorry. For stuff I said or did or anything while everyone was going crazy. I am not normally an angry person but... but yeah.


I know there's people here who've lived through things. Like, apocalypse things. The end of the world. Occasionally with the massing hordes of the undead being a major feature. And I thought... some of us wherever we'd go back to, it sucks. A lot. Worse than here. So....

I'm gonna be in the bar and we can have a sort of... meeting. Apocalypse Anonymous? No, that's terrible.

Apocalypse Survivor's Drinking and Commiseration Club?

Uh... the name needs some work.

But if you're interested, let me know, or I'll just be in the bar getting slowly drunk this afternoon and it's more fun with other people.

[OOC: Feel free to mingle, apocalypsers.]
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Hello again, Wonderland.

[Maxine imagines that every once in awhile, she might as well make a foray onto the network, and they're just about due.]

Apparently we've pulled through another round of the usual. So if you've been waiting until things aren't falling out of thin air to come in and get patched up, catch up on some first aid lessons, or put your name on the emergency medical volunteer list, now's your chance.

[She hasn't seen their last source of medical controversy in awhile, either, which hopefully pulls a little bit of a cloud off of the clinic? Not that she minds the slow pace. It's probably how things should be, with the amount of magical assistance around here.]

Oh, and anyone who has some decent technical chops? I'd love to talk trade for a better lab setup in here. I can do the bench work, but actually building a CT scanner from chunks that will fit through the wardrobe doors-? Not so much.

[Now and then, additionally, there will be a sign up on the clinic doors during evening hours, directing prospective patients to her communicator or the bar. It's a relaxing place to be after work, sipping a few beers and throwing darts, and she's always glad to have company at either.]
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[Some might say that this is the worst time for this; after the past few days, few weeks, it's clear just how present and real the danger in the mansion is. Too many of her friends have been torn apart, left broken, bloody, and dead, and the fatigue is clear in Cami's eyes even as she turns on the camera.

But that's the very reason that pushes her forward: she needs to do something to fix this, in whatever small way she can manage. She isn't a hunter or a witch or some supernatural, immortal hybrid. She's just a person who happens to be pretty good at listening. So that's what she has in mind, the phone propped up so she can step back and offer a smile.]

Hey, Wonderland. I don't know how many of you remember, but way back when I brought up the idea of starting a therapy practice here. Then things got crazy, which hasn't exactly stopped, but that's all the more reason to make good on that idea. So, here it is.

[She motions to the room around her, one decorated with plush chairs and a not-so-traditional psychiatrists couch. Of course there are other unseen surprises, devil's traps near the door and under the rug in the seating area, water of both the holy and vervain-laced varieties hidden with easy reach, iron rods placed behind paintings and wherever else she can think of. As much as she wants the place to be a sanctuary, she also wants it to be escapable should things come to that point.]

Sixth floor, room twenty. During the day is probably best, but if you want to meet at another time, get in touch and we'll work something out. Everything is confidential, with the caveat that I'm not going to let people get hurt or killed if I can help it. I'll have a sign up if there's already a session going on, but other than that, feel free to knock.

[Since someone knows better than to give vampires blanket invitations to enter.]

Alternately, someone brought up the very good idea of support groups, in particular one for people who have died in some form or fashion. It's a pretty unique form of survivor's guilt, one that I doubt most people are prepared for. So maybe it might help just to meet with other people who have been through it, and are trying to figure out the best way to move forward.

[Hopefully, it catches. Cami wouldn't mind a chance to talk about some of her own problems.]

Anyway, if there's enough interest, we can figure out a time to meet. Again, everything would need to be kept confidential; the whole idea of this is to provide a safe place where people can talk about whatever they're going through, to work out issues and even try to resolve some things. So much about what's been terrible in Wonderland lately is what we've been doing to each other. In whatever way each person can, they have to fight against that--and sometimes that can be as simple as talking to someone after a tragedy, or before one happens.

So the offer's out there--and I think that's it for now. Thanks for listening.

[She'll be there, at least for a few hours following. Of course she's on guard, given that Dean is still wandering around, but she doesn't want to spend more time hiding than actually doing any good. Maybe it's just one of those stupidly prideful things, but Cami refuses to let all of the chaos take this part of her life from her.

But there's also something else she has to do in order to clean house; for a sake of a conversation that's long overdue, she sends a private message out to Davina Claire.]

Locked to Davina Claire )
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[All right. Martha has been gone long enough, and things have settled into at least a temporary lull, which means that Maxine has finally had the time to put the finishing touches on a few projects. The first – and largest – takes the form of a video that she records to post, phone propped carefully on her desk to provide a stationary camera with a good angle. She's groomed and professional, white coat in place, an expression of friendly neutrality on her face as she speaks.]

Hello, everyone. For those of you who haven't met me yet, I'm Dr. Maxine Myers, one of the doctor working out of the clinic on the first floor. Seeing as we're a community health center here, I thought I could take a minute to address a few community health concerns.

First, I'd encourage everyone to come in for an initial checkup and assessment at some point. Even if we all seem to be in a sort of limbo, it's probably best to err on the side of preventative health, and that includes yearly exams and appropriate screening. Besides that, if you need to come to the clinic in an emergency, you'll get better care if your medical history and individual needs are on record and accessible by the staff.

Next, seeing as we seem to have an emergency every other week, anyone who wants to learn even basic aid is welcome to schedule a lesson or two. If there's enough interest we can hold a few group classes, but I guess I'll need to see where the demand is first. Speaking for myself, I'd prefer to start with basic first aid and CPR courses, but if anyone who wants to move on from there to more advanced triage and trauma care is welcome.

Lastly, we are, as always, accepting volunteers. So anyone who has a few hours to kill a week, just stop by or give me a call. The clinic needs everything from people willing to clean and stock, to security, to expanded medical staff and allied health. As with most of the jobs here, there's no reimbursement, but if you're looking for something to do we'd love to have you.

Thanks, Wonderland. Take care.

[private to Adam Milligan]

That done, she picks up a neatly-sealed envelope on her desk, walks to Adam's room, and slides it under the door with a barely-supressed grin. The neatly handwritten form inside reads-


It is the pleasure of Wonderland School of Medicine to inform you that you have been accepted into the Class of Who Knows When It Is, Actually. We are, as I'm sure you are aware, an illustrious institution with a long history of things and also accomplishments.

Really. We are the only game in town a very legitimate medical school.

Class starts now, your textbooks and equipment are waiting for you in the clinic.

- Dr. Myers
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[He's not sure where the snow came from. Last he'd checked, it had been a pretty fine day. They were planning a party. Couldn't have it until Runner Five and Maxine got back from London of course, and they should probably wait until everyone from New Canton returned and licked their wounds, but it was too exciting not to plan. And this time... this time there would be no mind controlled people walking out of the gates to stop them.

Probably. Sam had stopped trusting that his life would ever be simple.

Case in point, the snow he was trudging through towards a- what was that building? It was bigger than the farmhouse, bigger than any building in Abel and-

A flicker of memory, newly reignited, flared bright and he just stared at the Mansion for a long moment. He'd forgotten it, of course he had. Not even a bizarre dream. And yet here it was, larger than life in front of him.


Oh my god.

[He reached the steps at the front and went inside, the grand entrance hall just like he remembered? Had forgotten? He nearly slipped from the way he was dripping over everything, the snow melting off him. No-one around at this time of night, not here at least, no signs of how long he'd been gone. Wonderland was weird. It could have been an hour. It could have been years. Who knew?

He glanced back at the door, and then headed for the stairs. He'd find an empty room for now. He didn't want to find his and realise that it was gone.

When Sam appears on the network later, it's with a wry smile. He looks a little the worse for wear; his face is mottled with bruises which are in the fading, sickly yellow-green stage, but must have been horrendous when they'd been fresh. There's a new scar just above his left eye, through his eyebrow, where stitches have only recently been removed.

Besides the bruises, he looks exhausted but perhaps not as upset about being back in Wonderland as most people would be.]

So uh... I guess I'm back here. It's weird man. Like realising a dream is totally real.

[He sighs, shifting uncomfortably. It isn't just his face that's bruised and it hasn't all quite healed yet, even if it looked a lot worse than it was. His laugh is a bit strained. He is really, really tired.]

I don't even know how long it's been. Heh. Might be me waking up back here and no-one remembers me so... Hi? I'm Sam Yao. If anyone from Abel is still here... or anyone I met when I was here before... just, get in touch okay?

[He could use something to ground him. He's not even sure what to believe. The last few days... weeks... they've been pretty crazy and while it ended on good crazy, it was also crazy that was very difficult to believe.]
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[personal profile] abelmedic
[Do your reading before you start asking questions. It's something that gets beaten into you in the clinical half of medical school, Maxine guesses, as she catches herself scrolling back through the network for going on half an hour before supposing that maybe she might want to post to it herself.

There hadn't seemed a real rush, though. The view from the roof is both impressive and almost disorientingly free of zombies, and once the odds of being bitten, shot, or otherwise endangered had proved to be apparently minimal, there was all the time in the world to sit and think through her situation.]

Okay, then. [She looks down at the device in her hands, bemused and uncertain. Communicating with actual video feels like something from a lifetime ago.] I guess the only real option is to jump right in, huh? It looks like I'm not the only new person here, but hey. It's kind of nice seeing the consensus answers to the questions I was going to ask myself.

Anyway, I'm Doctor Maxine Myers, from . . . Abel Township? England? Chicago, America, Earth? And, uh. If there's a local barter economy, I'm glad to work as a medic. Heck, even if there isn't a barter economy. If all of this didn't make me crazy, retiring probably would.


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