[h1][b][i][color=SeaGreen][center] Billie Atwood [/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center]Location: Outside Natural History Museum
Skills: N/A[/center]
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	Billie paused staring at the bag of gummy worms before giving a small chuckle. Here they were trading snacks like a pair of schoolgirls on field trip while just an hour ago she saw a stranger's arm get chewed off by those cannibals. The concept of eating right now made her stomach turn, but if she didn't do something she'd scream. [color=SeaGreen]"Thank you, June. My name is Billie."[/color] She spoke hesitantly and did her best to maintain some level of composure. She gently reached into the bag with her uninjured hand and pulled out an orange gummy worm. [color=SeaGreen]"Oh and thanks for the help back there, Lex. I'll pay the fines when we're on the other side,"[/color] she joked. Billie twisted the worm between her fingers. Pay the fines? What was she thinking? It felt cruel joking about fines while others laid dead on the streets. Now was not the time to think about it. Giving into the fear wouldn't serve any purpose. She tossed the gummy worm into her mouth pretending afterwards it would calm her down.

After a brief moment, Flynn and the strangers brought supplies into the MRAP. The vehicle rumbled before speeding off to the unknown. Billie leaned to the side eavesdropping on the radio. Hearing that the military would initiating a lock down and blowing up the bridges at four, she scrambled to get her phone out of her pocket. In her haste it fell down to the ground. She scooped it up to read the time. They still had an hour and a half. [color=SeaGreen]"Oh thank goodness, oh thank god. We still have time," [/color]she muttered to herself. Dozens of notifications flooded her phone from her family, friends, news alerts, and pointless spam alerts. 

Billie sent her mother and a few friends updates on her safety and that she was leaving New York. She excluded the fact she stole from a vending machine and was passenger to a stolen military vehicle. It isn't smart to document your crimes. Right now, she depended on the driver getting them out of New York as fast as possible. Billie shoved her phone back into her pocket. She nervously glanced between the passengers, but kept most of her attention towards the radio up front or to Lex and June.