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

	Maybe, just maybe, June wasn't the ideal member for the end of the world. When it came to fight or flight, she froze. When it came to fighting she couldn't do a lot until it was push to shove, and she'd probably need to be shoved a couple times to get going. She didn't have the stomach for killing either. Even animals she couldn't muster it. Despite being a potentially extremely lethal shot at medium range with a rifle, she'd break down in tears in the woods the only time she ever attempted to go hunting with her father. To add to it, what she considered supplies was not the same thing as what most people considered survival supplies. Three large packages of energy drinks, a butt load of gummy worms, some chips, a pack of what she is pretty sure is beef jerky but she has some doubts, and plenty of magazines with less a less than decently dressed cast on them. "[color=9e005d]Well, if you don't want any gummy worms I shall not share then.[/color]" June attempted in her most over the top entitled noblewoman voice trying her best to not break down laughing at a mediocre joke at best. "[color=9e005d]Also its a fucking mad house in there. Most the shelves are already getting cleared out.[/color]" There was also the fact that she paid for all the supplies she grabbed, so she figured she got a pretty solid say on what was purchased. Plus, she could live off this stuff exclusively for... She had to think about it as this was pretty close to her normal diet excluding a few microwave meals, take out meals, and whatever food the few conventions she went too offered. The humor was also a great way to hide how scared shitless she was! She got close to the infected man... did she catch it? In that moment of considering if she was infected or not, she felt herself get woozy and her arms get weak. Oh god was she sick?!

	Then she remembered she was carrying several large packs of energy drinks and wasn't nearly as strong or in as good of shape as she was in highschool or college. These fuckers were heavy. Pushing her loot into the truck and heard her name. She was mentioned?! In a positive light?! Despite freezing up at first, June absolutely took the moment to accept the praise. Doing her best cool dude pose while leaning against the rear of the massive truck she smiled, tipped her non-existent hat to the Lex and spoke up. "[color=9e005d]Twas no big deal.[/color]" She said in her best western tough guy tone. "[color=9e005d]Just come to me should you need assistance again yeah?[/color]" June said the western accent slipping as she leaned into the more cool dude vibes. Clearly out of her element accepting and wanting more praise. 

	Though she realized how cringe she must look at the moment, and decided that this was enough attention. So abruptly stopped the charade and climbed into the truck without saying a word. She did still have some manners, and would offer a hand to everyone climbing into the truck (After securing the energy drinks and snacks) and help them inside. But she had that sinking feeling again of what if that interaction had gotten her infected? Her gut felt sick, her limbs weak again, she swore she could feel her blood pressure dropping. Or rising... she wasn't sure either way how it worked... But it all felt wrong! What if everyone she helps into the truck was now infected because she spread it to them?! WHAT IF SHE DOOMED THEM ALL?! No, this anxiety wouldn't do. Grabbing one of the energy drinks she opened it and downed nearly half of it in the first few gulps. There, much better. "[color=9e005d]Okay? debatable. Alive? Sure. Clear? Also debatable. But as no one is trying to eat our spleens then you know? A bit of an improvement.[/color]" She said with a strained chuckle to Kali's questioning.