[center][i][h1]Group 1[/h1][/i]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/N6YIzuQ.gif[/img][/center]
[INDENT][sub][hr][/sub][color=#7e6060][sub][B]Location:[/B] [COLOR=gray][I]Rushford, Ohio -- Jenkins' Diner[/I][/COLOR][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][b]Date:[/b] [COLOR=gray][I]May 15th, 2019[/I][/COLOR][/right][/SUP][/color][sub][hr][/sub][/indent]
[indent][indent][color=#7e6060]"The dead are at it again."[/color] Karen brushed her hand against the curtain, and gently peeled the sheet back to catch a short glimpse of the outside. Across the street were around a dozen infected gathered around an electronics store, having been drawn by the light and noise coming from the TVs. [color=#7e6060]"I'm sure they're well-intentioned, but those announcements are going to get us killed if we stay here any longer."[/color]

She bit down on her lip, still gazing out the window. Though Karen had qualified as law enforcement, she struggled to shake away the uneasiness that consumed her thoughts. No one—[i]absolutely[/i] no one—could've been mentally prepared to handle a disaster like this, and yet the situation required Karen to retain her sanity. Karen could've fled homewards, just as a few RPD officers had done when the situation could no longer be controlled, but running went against her conscience. Her duty required her to protect the public, even if Karen was simply a lowly park ranger rather than a cop.

Turning her gaze from the window, Karen snagged a copy of the free map brochures near the register, and flattened the paper across a booth table. [color=#7e6060]"I'm not saying we should leave [i]now[/i], but sooner or later, we'll have to. If it isn't those damned broadcasts that bring [i]them[/i] down on us, it'll be them running out of food to eat—like when an animal seeks new hunting grounds after prey is no longer abundant."[/color]

At least that degree she earned wasn't just another piece of paper in the apocalypse. Or maybe it was simply common sense not to announce yourself as a tasty meal whilst a hungry wolf hunts.

With her index finger, Karen followed the map along one of the back exits out of Rushford to the Findlay-Gratton bridges. For a split second, she paused, having remembered the chaos that happened there. Hundreds tried to flee with their families, but the noisy panic only drew the undead to the bridge. Even though she had volunteered to assist the evacuation process, Karen—and the other officers of the law—lost control of the situation faster than they could blink. 

Some jumped in the river to avoid the terrible fate that befell many that night. Others grabbed their weapons that they had stashed, firing bullets into the crowd and at anything that could've been a threat.

Karen sighed—there would be time for remembrance later. [color=#7e6060]"If anything, I think we should take up their offer."[/color] She explained, looking upwards at the group. [color=#7e6060]"Problem is is that we have no way to contact them. There's a CB in my truck, but it's sitting in the station lot. Suppose we can try the phones, though who knows if the towers are still up and running at a time like this. Not like we have a number to call, either."[/color]

She snuck another glance at the map, and crossed her arms. They would have to come up with something—one way or another. Their lives depended on it.[/indent][/indent]
[indent][hr][sub][right][@ComradeMaxx][@Hero][@Lord Orgasmo][/right][/sub][/indent]