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[color=darkkhaki]"Hate to be the bearer of bad news,"[/color] Elijah interjected, running his bruised hand over the new, tighter-wrapped bandages over his arm, [color=darkkhaki]"but this 'Moresby' place you guys are talking about is likely fucked, especially if it's an urbanized area. Higher population densities mean higher casualties, and if these things are what everyone's turning into, you can expect a deathtrap waiting for us..."[/color]

Finding some free space on the desk away from the controls, Elijah took a seat and leaned against the wall, resting his hand in his lap. His breathing, still labored, staggered with a mix of adrenaline and stress. His mind was racing, trying to put together solutions to get to safety, but things were looking grim.

[color=darkkhaki]"Assuming we had to go through this 'Moresby'... how much foot traffic does it get? Is it possible to reach it from the underground? There's no possible way that all these people would have immediate access to the sewers; they wouldn't be strong enough to lift the covers off the manholes. If we're going straight into dangerous territory, the underground sounds like our best bet. Not the fastest, but the road of least resistance."[/color]