[hr][hr][center][h1][color=crimson][b]Thalia Carmichael[/b][/color][/h1][/center]
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	The young woman braced herself on the dash as the truck decelerated to an solid stop. The stop was necessary, however, as the ground beneath them started to shake yet again, pummeling what used to be an inhabited area into dust. She felt badly for these people even though she did not know them; they were friends and family to people that were her friends and family. That fact alone was not enough to warrant her sticking her neck out, but there was so much more going on here than a heartbreaking natural disaster. As the shake subsided, the Lieutenant Commander addressed Thalia's questions in a stoic manner that she was strangely accustomed to, especially when the subject involved potential mortality. 

	That just seemed to be Thalia's pattern ever since the first few corpses stood up and decided to start gnawing on the living. Move, survive, meet new people, and calmly discuss putting down a number of enemies, be they living or dead. She considered it a shame when she had to bleed out the living - it was pretty evident that Humans belonged on the Endangered Species list - but the living posed a more pointed and unpredictable threat to survival on the rarer occasions when they would cross paths. Eden would hopefully learn this lesson fairly shortly. Unfortunately, Thalia had some tactical observations about the place they were about to assault. 

	[color=dc143c]"Golf course, huh?"[/color] Not that she had been a stalwart player of the sport, or really played [i]at all[/i], but she had physically been on golf courses before as part of her work and she was employed by her uncle Caesar's security company since she graduated from college up until the Outbreak. [color=dc143c]"That sounds like a lot of open ground surrounded by trees and chainlink fence. Buildings near the main road, where I imagine most of the important people would be located, and fuck all if I wouldn't set up roadblocks or snipers or something nasty for people like us."[/color] 

	Concerning the Captain and potential survivors, [color=dc143c]"So he won't be joining us on this run."[/color] It was an observation, not an accusation or judge on character. [color=dc143c]"For what it's worth, I hope he gets your people out. As many as he can."[/color] She might even want to meet the guy who built that monster. [color=dc143c]"Any chance of getting a hardcopy map of the area? Truck stop, gas station?"[/color]