[h1][b][i][color=SeaGreen][center] Billie Atwood [/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center]Location: Inside Natural History Museum]
Skills: N/A[/center]
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	Billie backed away slowly from the museum doors as the MRAP came to a stop. Was the military really here to rescue them? If so, that military vehicle was built for off-roading. Getting out of New York city inside that would protect them unlike regular cars. As the horde shambled towards the museum's doors, the illusion of safety inside museum began to dissipate. Each second that past, Billie wanted to burst through the door and climb into the MRAP, yet could they trust the military? The military could be under orders to shoot first, ask questions never. Every person might be a threat. It seemed to good to be true. Billie hid behind a museum counter expecting gunfire to rain down inside.
	Billie threw on her backpack and tightly gripped her rock hammer. In the worst case scenario, the doors would break allowing the horde to flood inside the museum. She was not familiar with the floor plan of the museum. Would there be anywhere safe to hide?