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Balibago, Angeles City, Philippines - 10/18/2022[/b]

When doing good deeds, it's important to remember to take some time for yourself. That's a lesson worth learning even if you don't intend to spend your life being a wandering do-gooder, but it's something Sister Marta had to learn very quickly indeed. When she had begun on her path, she dedicated her absolute utmost to everything without a moment's respite, and - predictably - she almost crashed and burned because of it. Never again wanting to put another at risk due to a self-serving, self-destructive sense of duty, she has dedicated plenty of time for personal rest.

This is why, unlike some might predict, she found no problem lounging inside a comfortable hotel suite for some time. She didn't do much on her first outing, but it was still highly stressful, and a good long soak in a warm bath and some rest on a fluffy, soft mattress did wonders to soothe her many worries. However, scrolling on the phone and watching local television became tedious and unengaging after several hours. Feeling a need to connect with the world again, she left the suite behind to take a walk to no destination.

These walks are meditative, almost mystical experiences for her, despite how mundane they ultimately are. She takes her time to carefully observe not just the people and their actions but the patterns on the sides of buildings, the behavior of city birds and other stray animals, and whichever trees or flowers cross her path. Stopping to sample food and drink only when necessary, she simply takes in the world and uses it as an inspiration. After a couple of hours and at least one meal too many, she is somewhat tired and desirous of a comforting rest once more.

Finding a comfortable seat on a serendipitously placed bench, she closes her eyes and focuses on the auditory sensation - people's conversations, the thrumming of engines, the occasional blowing breeze. Promising that she's only resting for a few minutes, she sinks into the city's symphony and drifts off to a reasonably undignified sleep on a public bench...

[b]The exact location, Hours Later[/b]

They say that, given enough time, one can get used to anything. For the nun who had slept through anything from aerial bombardments to bumpy offroad excursions in the back of jeeps, the hustle and bustle of a city was almost like a lullaby.

However, the sound of panicked screams, generalized chaos, anger, and violence nearby are an exception even to that rule. She blearily lifted herself from sleep, stretching awkwardly and brushing her eyes before noticing that something had quite clearly gone to hell while she was dozing off in public. Zombified citizens and furious passersby alike interlaced in a dance of complete chaos - worse, other people were still involved! 

Shaking off her fatigue, she leaps into action, summoning the Left Hand of Might and rushing into the fray. Mentally restraining herself to only use a fraction of its power, she runs to the aid of a man being set upon by a zombie and bats it away roughly, sending it flying back onto the pavement. Another Zombie lunges at her - she weaves away from the blow, grabs the infectee's arm, and throws it aside.

[color=f6989d]"What on Earth is happening here? This must be an attack of some sort...!"[/color]