[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 rose from behind the counter after hearing the men had extra space in the vehicle. The stranger didn't look like military and offered to bring the museum survivors with him. The horde of zombies would be crashing at the museum's doorstep within a matter of minutes. [color=seagreen]"I'll take you up on that offer."[/color] Billie walked towards Flynn before stopping next to the vending machine. The military called for evacuation, but with everyone rushing towards the bridges, a traffic jam was sure to follow. Panic began to set in. Resources would be low. Everyone would need food.

This civilian, ex-military as he claimed, commandeered a military vehicle. Would it really matter if she broke the glass. It would take too much time to individually order each item. [color=seagreen]"Lex, I know you are here to protect the museum, but look outside. We are being asked to evacuate the city, and those [i]things[/i] are going to be at the doorstep any moment. I don't think your boss will care about a broken vending machine."[/color] She didn't want to say the words. They should have enough time to break in the machine, bag up the food, and hop into the MRAP. Billie stared into Lex's eyes waiting for approval.