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[center][h1][color=9e005d]June Fowler[/color][/h1][/center]
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[center]Location: History Museum
Skills: N/A[/center]

Yesterday:
	June sat patiently through today's event. Being an independent contractor she hadn't participated in these events in years. But doing work in a regional office for an information security company that shall not be named, part of the deal in her contract in return for a reduced pay and for a longer contracting term, was too get a pass to a string of events, programs, and training courses that would in theory boost her employ-ability. In today's market, that was always a win. IN today's market of huge tech layoffs, June made herself valuable in ways that could only be matched with skills alone. Plus, she hadn't visited the big city in some time. And she was having fun in her down time. Today's training was an introduction to a program meant to counter forced entry programs. An area of expertise June did rather well in. The concept of the program was simple, creating false positives that most common breaking programs could fall for, and alert an internal system or user that someone had attempted to break into the network. In practice, it was a bloated costly program that took so much processing power that using it for anything but the most critically sensitive information. Not really good for anything that needed regular access from regular everyday staff. 

	So she sat, she smiled, and did her best to not jump out the nearest window from boredom. And when today's lessons were done, the food was very passable! Not great, but it was at least made the same day. June spent much of her free time that she wasn't exploring the city working from her laptop shoring up older programs she had helped write and offer support to colleagues in her field. "Three password attempts to get in? You know they say the more complicated you make your security process the less secure it is." Frankie, one of the other people in this week's seminar. Like June, sent here to learn to make his skills more valuable. Though he worked directly for his company, and June didn't. But June would be expected to implement said programs and train company staff on how to use it. She was aware of what Frankie was talking about, but two wrong attempts to get into her hardware was by design. The amount of sensitive and personal information on her device meant it needed to be difficult to get in. Two failed attempts were signs that it was working. "[color=9e005d]You know I hadn't considered that. Oh please oh wise man of computers, do show me how the work I get paid to do is done.[/color]" The woman spoke with a mock smile. She and Frankie had worked a few times over the years, and it wasn't a good work trip if they weren't going at each other. She wouldn't call them friends. But she tolerated his presence. And he was good at his work. He had helped her on a few brain prodding problems that she couldn't muster on her own, and she had done the same for him. They were both respectable professionals in their fields. "You? Getting paid? You barely work. Reminds me, a few of us here are going out to a fancy Chinese restaurant tomorrow night to catch up. You coming along?" June did perk up at this, paused, pondered, and chuckled. "[color=9e005d]What? and miss this? The fruit of me people?![/color]" She exclaimed holding up a fork full of mashed potatoes, while doing her best Irish accent. "[color=9e005d]Yeah I'll be there, text me the address when you can. I gotta wrap up a couple side projects before the week is done but I'll make it.[/color]"

Last Night:
	Attempts to get lucky tonight were met with being brushed off, woman who couldn't tell the difference between flirting and compliments, and guys who took way too long to realize she was just not into them. She didn't particularly like clubs. But a few drinks in from a board game shop of all places and her confidence was through the roof! Until it wasn't. She was pretty sure she was getting through to this one woman who seemed to almost grasp she was flirting with her. But either due to June's inability to flirt, or this woman's inability to register it, they simply ended up talking about fantasy topics of all things. Elves, dragons, orcs, handsome men with swords. Yeah June wasn't winning here.

	The night went well otherwise until at some point June had tripped when a commotion on the other side of the club had caused a bunch of people to rush towards it, knocking June over, and giving her mild head damage. She didn't pass out and she didn't find blood later, but that could be in part the gunshot going off jolting her back to her senses despite the alcohol in her system. Standing up and rushing out the door, she would tell the officer that talked to her and other witnesses that she didn't see much. Just heard the gunshot and booked it first chance she got. It would be a great night to get to sleep and move on with her life. Though she did realize she never got the name of fantasy girl, and that fantasy girl was nowhere in sight when she fell to the floor. Probably best things didn't work out.

This morning: 
	Today she thanked her ancestors for her inability to never get hungover. Though her body was fighting her a bit it felt more like a mild dehydration which soon faded. Going easily 15 over the speed limit, she booked it to the train station to get to her seminar today, finishing the 40oz water bottle part way into the train ride into work. She did however try to look up what happened at the club last night, only to have the news feed flooded with so many other random stories from the area that she couldn't find much of anything. That wasn't the only weird thing. She noticed that for once, she didn't have to fight for a seat on the train. The train was by no means deserted or empty, but the number of people forced to stand was considerably less than the rest of the week so far.

	The same thought came about the seminar too once it all clicked. There were less people here today than yesterday. Not by a ton, but once she knew to look for it she noticed it. Again by the fact no one had to stand today, and she counted 3 empty chairs today. She hadn't spotted any empty chairs since the event began a few days ago. She found it funny how she didn't register that information until she was hiding in a hallway in the conference center after the attackers barged into the event. And she found more attacks in the lobby. Internally, she thought this trip started as a solid 8/10, but she figured it would get a solid 2.5/10 due to today's events. "[color=9e005d]Food was nice, complimentary water bottle is good quality, but the attack by the cannibals really put a damper on things.[/color]" She thought in her head letting out a soft chuckle as humor attempted to shield the most vulnerable parts of her mind as she attempted to not freak out. 

	Peaking her head around the corner, she could see the lobby. It was a mess. At least 3 attackers. And she saw at least that many people not moving on the ground. What she could also see, was the front door. The streets. It was right there. Freedom. Then less than a block away, the subway she took to get into work. She could make it to grand central, then take the train back to her car and flee for home. Sure, outside could be bad but at least she wouldn't be trapped in a god damn conference center! Then she saw it, one of the building security guards. One of those bodies on the floor. She could see his belt from here, and saw the gun sitting on his hip. It would barely be out of her way, and she'd have a weapon to keep herself safe. Sure, she had fired a handgun maybe once in her life. Unless an airsoft pistol counted. But the concept of a gun was the same no matter what. Chamber, safety, trigger, bullets, lethal end. It made sense! A gun, and she'd be safe.

	Then she saw Frankie making a run for it from somewhere out of her sight, making a strait run for the security guard, and likely his gun too. Great minds think alike it seemed. A friend and ally was also good, and as June stood up to run over and meet him she saw the string of horrid events take place. First, Frankie slipping on a thick wet substance on the floor that she told herself was water. Watching him trip and slide right into the side of the guard on the floor. Watching the guard sit up and sink his teeth into him despite his guts torn out. Watching the other standers and another one that was laying about move over to Frankie with blind mechanical determination. June wasn't sure how long she watched, but it was long enough to know that there was nothing she could do for her colleague. When the screaming stopped something clicked in June, that she still had to leave. By sheer dumb luck, Frankie had gone for the gun first, and had created an opening for June to escape. Had she been a bit faster, or him a bit slower, their places easily could have been switch. 

Now:
	June had no idea how she got to the Museum. She knew she ran. She knew she didn't make it to the subway. She knew that even though outside was safer than the conference center outside wasn't safe on its own. She had no idea how far she had gone, and she wasn't even sure which museum she was in. But sometime when her head started processing what was going on she began to put things back together. Frankie was dead. Fantasy girl was probably also dead. Home was a 7 hour drive away on a good day. She was scared and her ability to problem solve was immediately shot by her inability to really process what was going on. Running on auto pilot she almost didn't register when she was spoken too. After a few seconds as the lizard portion of her brain finally released some control to the rest of her, a smile broke through when asked if she was okay. "[color=9e005d]That is a rather loaded question my guy. But I am still here, so that has to count for something yeah?[/color]" Finally her brain began to process things again outside of "[i]Survive right now[/i]" Now, her brain was allowing her to think again. Mostly. She found herself rather shaky still. Maybe a bit jumpy too. But she was alive. "[color=9e005d]How are you?[/color]" She asked almost instinctively as if this were any other social gathering before making her way out the door to the truck.