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

	Despite it all June was at least making friends. She wasn't totally sure where she was, and she wasn't sure what exactly was happening today, and she was pretty sure the adrenaline in her system was forcing her to mask a positive attitude, but as a whole she seemed to be at least making friends. Gotta look on the bright side right? June watched intently as the first dude who checked in on her went over to help collect supplies, and thought to herself she needed to get a gun in her hands if things continued to spiral out of control the way they were. If she was able to do that she would be safe. Sure she hadn't handled a rifle in a few years, and sure she wasn't totally sure how she felt about using a gun in self defense, but she saw a dude she knew get ripped apart today. She would not allow that to happen to herself. Then, she saw the man fire the crossbow into the head of one of the... One of them. In that moment the sinking thought hit that there was a high likelihood she'd freeze up if it came to pointing a gun at one of them and pulling the trigger. She still hoped it would make her feel safe, but she wasn't totally convinced she could use one. 

	She remembered how Frankie used to keep a gun in his car. She wondered why she didn't do the same after all these years. Then she remembered that she is too much of an introvert to get a pistol permit in the state. There were other options, but the depressive state she was in after her father passed, it wouldn't have been good for her recovery. Nor for the many times she was pulled over for doing 98+ in a 55. Plus, in this situation a shotgun in the trunk of a car she wasn't sure how to get too without looking at a train map wouldn't help her much. She did however still want her car back.

	Back to friends though, Billie had accepted the gummy worm with noticeable hesitation. And June wondered for a moment if she had an unhinged look going at the moment. It wouldn't be too out of the realm of possibility due too... well everything. June did realize she was staring at the poor woman rather intently the whole time she interacted with the gummy worm. From bag to chew June couldn't be totally sure she blinked... And now wondered if it would be weirder to break eye contact or too keep holding it. Keeping the forced smile up she quickly looked to the floor then back at Billie then around the back of the truck as a whole before speaking up. Trying to not make things weird, but knowing deep down it was far too late for that. "[color=9e005d]It's good to meet you Billie. Hopefully this whole nightmare is about over soon.[/color]" She really hoped so. 

	When June heard the radio go off she realized she really didn't know how long she had been in auto pilot. Lizard brain survival thought process did a good job at keeping her alive, but it failed to keep track of... anything. But they had some time to get out, so that was nice. June took a moment to look at her phone and saw per usual, no notifications. Oh the life of an introvert with no family. A part of that was she didn't get notifications for anything other than texts and phone calls. Checking the corners of the internet for introverted nerds like herself she had more contact. But little direct, and less overall traffic than normal. It was... weird. Or a slow day. It was a work day after all, a lot of people in her circles still worked 9-5 jobs. Then again, for all she knows the whole world could be much worse off. OR! She is in the worst of it and had been subtly blocked from countless other accounts in an attempt to mitigate panic! But then wouldn't it be easier to block cell service? But what if that caused a panic? Then June realized she was rambling her ideas where no one could hear them, and debated bringing up some of her theories, then realized if she was wrong she'd cause a panic for nothing. So instead, she opened her mouth to speak and visibly thought better of it. 

	Sending off a text to a couple people back home to maybe get an update there, she waited and spoke over to Billie again. "[color=9e005d]Plus side to all of this, I don't think I'll have to pay for parking today. And, my car is outside of the heart of the city. Got something going at least?[/color]" She spoke awkwardly. With the whole random trail of thought she had going, that seemed like the most sensible thing to share. Then the gears began turning again, where would they go after this? "[color=9e005d]By chance do you know where we are going?[/color]" The random stuff she had on her weren't really suited to a survival or emergency situation. But she had nothing close by except said car, and the hotel room she was staying in outside of the city.