[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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CRASH 

Billie slammed her rock hammer against the vending machine breaking inside to the food vault. Shards of glass cut her hand pretty good, but the adrenaline rush fought through the pain. She began stuffing a tote bag with the snacks inside. She went for the granola bars first before stuffing it with chips and candy. Old habits die hard. Billie began questioning her own mind state. This was reasonable right? Is it completely reasonable to steal food with the unthinkable apocalypse crawling towards them? With a tote bag filled with food, she rushed towards the MRAP. 

She crawled into the armored vehicle and buckled up from instinctively. She retrieved bandages from inside her backpack to cover the wounds on her hand. The hand would heal in time. It could have been much worse. Billie extended a hand towards June, who had been rather quiet since arriving to the museum, to help her up inside. [color=seagreen]"Glad you're speaking now. Looks like you've been shell shocked. Hey, need some food? I think you'll need it."[/color] She opened up her tote bag of snacks for June to peruse.