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The Facility[/h3][/center][hr][hr]

Wendy was red, Blushing because she had knocked someone down [b]”Dam Woman you hit like a train!”[/b] 

There had been cursing and the poor guy she’d clumsily run over, not her first time bumping into someone but she thought she’d grown out of that state by 16 but she felt sort of gangly and unused to her body. She’d say off balance but she had balance it was more a case slowed reactions, out of time with everyone else.

It was while thinking about how she could have pushed the big man down when she realised she hadn’t pushed him down, she had only planted her feet so she didn’t get knocked down as he lost his balance after their initial contact; at least that was as she chose to see it. 

He’d accused her of causing it when it was a mutual collision, he’d stood right outside her door then a man asked if she was okay.

He (Elijah) was a pretty red haired man and he’d called her Miss in that old fashioned way inquiring if she were okay. Beginning to feel more at ease she allowed her eyes to look the men over and as she did a brown haired woman walked up asking the big question.

 [color=F08080] "Excuse me, could one of you please help me? Where are we and why are we here?"[/color]

Wendy smiled broadly as she rolled the thought around for a second or two before responding.

She turns to Mercer [color=orangered]”I’m terribly sorry for our collison, good thing the doors open in than out”[/color]

Then she turned to Elijah [color=orangered]”I am unharmed only a bit embarrassed. Thanks for asking though and please call me Wendy”[/color]

Then with smooth precision she pivots to face (Amelia) [color=orangered]”Good questions, I am here to help if any of you need it and please all of you call me Wendy.

I am not appointed by any authority here or otherwise but as we all share a common delima think we should all help one another.”[/color] she pauses and laughs softly before continuing [color=orangered]My friends were prepers and they smelled this going down a day ahead of it all and while I at the time didn’t take the whole thing serious did listen. 

Our house was wired with obvious security and hidden security so i saw them coming and used the panic room then the bugout tunnel. I escaped or I almost did but they were serious about capturing me. When they cornered me they used about 6 men and none of them were trying to protect themselves from a virus so that lie is obvious so what other reason would they have of snatching us up?

I’m the newest Gym teacher of a Private school, my friends the lawyer type resistances and had cash but me I was more the nanny at the house watching and helping the twins when I wasn’t at work so how I’d fit as a political prisoner worth the clandestine effort to take me.

We are being held in a facility that has no windows and we are virtual prisoners because of enforced confinement and people that won’t tell any of us anything.


We are all as in the dark as our comrades except for what we remember being brought in.”[/color]

Then she turns to the others with a questioning expression