[center][h3][color=6ecff6][b]Abe[/b][/color][/h3]
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Abe listened to their "leader" without many qualms. As their leader began to speak about being hunters, about the enemy being beasts, Abe couldn't help but grimace. She made it seem like it was a game, like she was holding back beasts to unleash upon a gated hellzone. At least, that's how Abe interpreted it. Still, a personal disapproval wouldn't stop him from sharing his disdain for what was on the other side of that wall with the others. He shook his head in disapproval as he prepared what little equipment he brought with him; the clothes on his back, a broom, and a revolver. He entered one of the last helicopters, along with the others.

The trip was short, but it seemed like such a long moment in time. Abe didn't move while on the helicopter. A mixture of fear and duty compelled him not to move, but inside, a shard of excitement brewed. He wanted to slay the beasts. Not for the thrill of hunting, not by any stretch. He just didn't want anyone else to experience the pain that he had. As such, he needed to remove the cause of pain. The helicopter began to lower as Abe prepared to touch down.

As the helicopter planted its metal feet on the ground, Abe leapt out of the helicopter. His broom in hand, he began to roam the relatively empty area, [i]sweeping [/i]for any invalids that may have been around.

[center][h3][color=f7976a][b]Coconuts[/b][/color][/h3]
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Coconuts watched the helicopters as they flew from above from a small window in a cellar. Her initial opinion was distrusting, to say the least. She instantly ducked, hiding her entire body. After a few moments had passed where nothing had happened, she slowly rose up and observed some more. Some Chinooks and Black Hawks; names Coconuts only knew because she remembered the training while she served in the JSDF. She quickly scrambled to grab her notepad from somewhere in the room. She didn't really know where it was. She forgot where she put it. She looked around, quietly tearing the place apart while she searched for her notes. At last, she found them, but it was too late. The helicopters were too far away from her now.

Her afraid demeanor quickly ended. She wanted to see what was happening. What was going on; what would warrant the JSDF coming here again. She grabbed her bag, filled it with a day's worth of food and water, her medical tools and supplies, and her notepad and pen. She opened the small window and slowly climbed through it. Upon reaching the other side, she closed the window and covered it with some scraps that hid it from view.

As Coconuts walked through the streets at the rising light of morning, she spoke to herself extremely quietly. [color=f7976a][i]"Not afraid... Not afraid..."[/i][/color] She chanted in a hushed tone. She was quite afraid, to be honest. But, her thirst for knowing what was happening got the better of her. She took out her pen and notepad. They made her feel safer.

Luckily, the streets that she walked upon were empty, except for the rubble and violated corpses that lay along the path of the road. Coconuts wrote as she walked. More accurately, drew. It seemed to be a safe road, but the mixture of old and new carcasses made her think that something passed through the streets every once in a while. She stealthily continued to write and walk.

Coconuts continued to walk. More aimlessly, if anything.