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	[b][color=cadetblue]"Ugh, are you serious?"[/color][/b] Roman lifted his head and squinted his eyes. A beam of sunlight landed on his face from one of the open windows. The kid sat up and rubbed the gunk out of his eyes. Flipping over the blanket, he immediately made sure that no bugs climbed into his mattress. 

	Roman tugged on his hair and abruptly yelled into his hands. He certainly did not become satisfied with his sleep. Two more hours would have been efficient. Sleeping in the apocalypse never got easier for him. The lumpy mattress covered in dust and strange stains worked better than the cold floor. Bugs somehow would still climb on and bite him, but he could only ignore it. 

	Martin stood to his feet and climbed on his mattress. Dusting the blanket off, he carefully folded it and laid it on top of his deflated pillow. Stretching out his arms and yawning, he headed over to the sink in the corner. Fortunately, there was a bucket full of bathing water under the sink. Roman utilized the water to bathe his face over the sink; he made sure to get the grease out of his hair. 

	[b][color=cadetblue]"Well, I wonder what the day has planned for me today,"[/color][/b] Martin smiled into the mirror and head out the door. His grumpy attitude slightly changed for the better. He heard from several townsfolk that he missed a significant radio broadcast. Knowing the radio stations usually repeat themselves, he jogged over to the center of the town to see if he could hear the message again. The boy never woke up enough on time to receive the morning show.

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 [color=gold]A couple of guardsmen hanging along the wall peered over. Most of them were not expecting new visitors. They scratched their heads and observed the young woman on the floor. The brute men rose to a civil conversation between themselves. 

[color=crimson] "What do we do? Do we let her in?"[/color]

[color=green]"We can't let the bitch in without the boss! Where the hell is he?[/color]

[color=crimson]"He went with the others to scavenge for supplies. He should be getting here soon. She doesn't look harmless."[/color]

[color=green]"That's not what I am saying. She doesn't look like a bitch, but you never know. That's not the point. The boss isn't here."[/color]

[color=crimson]"Well, we can't just leave her out there. She's going to attract zoms to the gate."[/color] 

	It is possible that Honey heard everything between the men. Then again, she might not have heard anything at all. All in all, it took five minutes of standing before she finally had someone respond to her directly.

[color=crimson]"Hey, Shrimp! Okay, we'll let you in, but you can't go wandering off. Our boss ain't here yet to initiate you. He's going to be back in like 30 minutes or so."[/color] The guy spat. After a few sounds of gears and cranks, the gate opened outwards for Honey to slip inside. 

	A group of men waited for her to enter the other side in case she tried anything funny. [/color]