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[color=7E8C54]Alexis "Lex" Karczewski[/color][/h1]
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[i]Location: New York Streets, Natural History Museum
Skills: N/A[/i][/center][hr][hr]Crash went the vending machine glass all over the museum floor. She could only hope that, like she had said earlier, her bosses were willing to forgive their actions today in light of the more dire circumstances. [color=7E8C54]"Let me help,"[/color] Lex spoke, the crunch of glass shattering beneath her boots as she grabbed her work pack and began to stash what she could inside beside Billie. [color=7e8c54]"More hands are better than one."[/color]

Once everything had been gathered (or at least what they could possibly fit inside their pouches), Lex swung her pack behind her shoulders. She glanced at the crowd of zombies outside, and then to the MRAP. It would be only a matter of time before they neared the museum's doorstep, while a few of them began to turn their attention to the vehicle outside. 

A tinge of guilt washed over her for abandoning her post, knowing her potential of further museum employment was probably over. Or maybe her bosses would decide she made the right call, prioritizing survival and human life over artifacts and treasures. Whatever would be decided, however, it didn't matter much if she was dead, ripped apart by the things outside the museum. There would be time to think on the "what ifs" later when it wasn't about to be chow time, with them as the planned course.

Hurrying herself out the doors with the rest of their group, Lex jogged over to the MRAP and boarded the vehicle. 
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[color=a52a2a]Kali Nordstrom[/color][/h1]
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[i]Location: New York Streets, Natural History Museum
Skills: N/A[/i][/center][hr][hr]Kali pondered Isaac's question. She, too, knew that leaving their supplies behind wasn't an ideal situation. They had taken the time to gather it all, and although it hadn't been much, what they did grab from her apartment was still valuable. The food was certainly more nutritious and fulfilling than some snacks, and the first-aid kit was equally important in the situation they were in.

[color=a52a2a]"Do you think you can help us?"[/color] Kali asked, turning to one of the officers. She knew Isaac had the rifle Gladys' had given them, but Kali had no idea if he knew how to use it. With an officer, they'd have someone to cover their backs if shit hit the fan (at least, any worse than it already was considering the situation they were in). [color=a52a2a]"The car is right outside the museum. There's some food, medicine. We can be in and out."[/color]