[INDENT][sub][hr][/sub][color=pink][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]
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[color=pink][i]I wonder if this is a good time to admit I don't really know the area.[/i][/color]

The thought came to the young woman as her green eyes followed the ranger's finger. Sure, she had gone out with the team and was a social person, but it wasn't like she was an expert. Such was the curse of a college student in a situation way out of her league. At least she was alive, which was more than she could say for anyone unfortunate enough to have gotten caught by those freaky [i]monsters[/i] out there. Yup, the world was going to shit and they were all probably going to die. Whether it be from getting ripped apart or shot or even just starving to death, things looked really, really bad. 

At least the burger she was finishing off was amazing.

After carefully wiping her mouth, Isla licked her lips as she turned in her seat, left hand tapping the table as she looked outside. She wasn't entirely panicky, but she figured it was because the heaviness of the situation hadn't hit her yet. Or that was what she told herself, her leg jittering as she tried to think of what they could do. And here she thought she wanted to be captain of the team, but shit, she wasn't really good with responsibility, was she?

[color=pink]"I wonder if it's, like, [i]any [/i]noise that attracts them,"[/color] She spoke up as her gaze was at something outside, not really looking at anything in particular. [color=pink]"Because maybe trying to sneak out to the car would be easy if we timed it so that the noise from the announcements could cover our tracks. Or something, I dunno."[/color] She shrugged at the end, perching her chin on the palm of her hand as her eyes widened.[/indent][/indent]
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