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

	It appeared June's car was a loss. Between several of the group wishing to exit the area surrounding the city as fast as possible, and the jets flying overhead, the pet project she worked on with her dad would find its resting place in some parking lot in the outskirts of the city. Shame really. And from the looks of it, she wouldn't get a good chance to go home for a while either. In that moment she understood a bit more why people kept physical photos of their loved ones in their wallet. "[color=9e005d]All things considering we're still pretty lucky. Though I can see the lawsuit ads coming in the future. "Have you or a loved one lost your paid off vehicle and or loved ones when the government closed the city! Well call us, Tim Dyson at 1-800, 123 go fuck yourself to join the suit!"[/color]" June joked in her best announcer voice. "[color=9e005d]Followed by an ad for slightly used cars, no questions asked that nostalgically may even look like the cars you lost in NYC! Sold by a dude who looks a ton like the dude in the lawsuit ass, just with a fancy handlebar mustache! "Hello! I am Jim Dyson from Jim Dyson's used nostalgic lost New York cars. You can't put a price on trauma!"[/color]" June joked repeating the announcer voice a huge smile on her face as she joked. She was going to miss the car though. She wasn't even sure she had a photo of her dad on her phone, she knew she didn't of her mom. There were several at home. 6 hours drive in the best of conditions. Without the deaths, the blockades, the traffic jams, the collapse of society. But alas, June's inability to properly cope made it easy to put up the mask right now.

	Pulling into the gas station Billie came up with a reasonable plan. Stay close in case more hostiles came in and tried to kill them. In her coping state, she almost spoke up about how instead of just going for the most unlucky sucker who happened to stay a little too far, now they'll go for the slowest! Then she realized she may be masking her fears a little too much, and saying something like that out loud would probably not go down too well. Humor as a shield could only go so far. When Lex brought up toilet paper it reminded June that they were going to be in a likely cramped cabin together for god knows how long. "[color=9e005d]I'll find us some snacks and coffee. Maybe some tooth paste and pads and all that other fun stuff.[/color]" She said trying to sound serious. Not that June was ever good at sounding serious. But she did her best. Water was also a good point, but June's thoughts trailed off after she got out of the truck.

	Shopping was thankfully a lot less eventful. For better and worse. The first stop? Filling her shopping basket full of as many gummy worms as she could get her hands on. Less than she expected to be left, but! More than enough to satisfy her needs for a little while. Even if she decided to share with the others. She then thought about her tablet, laptop, and phone. Sure, she had a couple battery packs in her bag, one of which could even keep her laptop going for a little while. But not forever. And she wasn't sure how often she would get a chance to charge her gear or batteries. So ransacking the overpriced low quality electronics, she picked up some cables, battery packs, and fuck it some USB sticks as well. Wifi was not guaranteed anywhere they were going! Plus she had the bag space. 

	She was also beginning to realize how tired she was getting. Deciding to do something about it before she got too tired to function while they were on the run, she went over to the coffee section, grabbed herself a drink carrier and all the biggest cups she could get her hands on, and began to pour! Except.... There was no coffee. "[color=9e005d]....mother fuckers....[/color]" Then she peaked her head over the shelves to call out to the clerks. "[color=9e005d]Hey! All your machines are out of coffee![/color]" Even if they began to make more now, she didn't want to stay here any longer than she needed too. Time for plan B. On her way over, she took time to stop for the things she told the group she was going to grab. Pads and toothpaste! Also... out. "[color=9e005d]Son of a shite...[/color]" she mumbled, sounding more defeated than anything. This was going to be a long apocalypse. She did however, get one victory! The energy drinks. Nearly totally untouched! Dumb shit panic buyers had no idea what they were missing out on! Cases and cases of Caffeine! Setting down the basket and crawling into the fridge to grab the unopened cases from around the shelving units she dragged them out, carrying far, far more than she probably could safely carry. But she was preparing for the long haul. Setting the shopping basket ontop of the tower of cases she was carrying she stumbled to the counter. "[color=9e005d]Got what I need, let me know if y'all need some help yeah?[/color]" She called out to the others in her group. 

	Setting down her loot horde on the counter to buy out she paused, turned around, and grabbed a couple random snack and food items from a nearby shell. "[color=9e005d]This, should be all from me. And uh, put the stuff from the other ladies on this card too yeah?.[/color]" She said pulling out her credit car and sliding it over to the clerk. "[color=9e005d]Oh! If you're willing to part with it I'll buy the gun behind the counter, name your price![/color]" She joked with the dumbest smile on her face. But hey, maybe she could walk out of here armed. But it was mostly just a joke to hide how panicked she was.