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

	"[color=9e005d]Probably? We seem to be basing a lot off of probably here.[/color]" June mumbled in her seat. The noise of everyone talking the noises outside and her over thinking herself in her head beginning to drive her mad. She wasn't speaking to anyone in particular. "[color=9e005d]....how long until we're leaving people behind for other reasons...[/color]" she muttered in a deep half secretive voice. She was overwhelmed. She was scared shitless. She wasn't even sure how she survived the day and if she got booted out next for getting scratched? Or because everyone here found her annoying? She was dead. At least before she may have been able to make a beeline for her car and book it. But now? Home was a 7 hour drive away in the best of conditions, which things were not now. And she didn't have a spare car laying about to drive either. 

	When Flynn took over things seemed to calm down. Ish. There was debate on even if they should vote at all, June was simply trying to not let herself break down. Stressed was an understatement. Every sharp sound or loud voice felt like it was personally attacking her. With a deep breath, a long sip from one of the energy drinks, and a mouth full of gummy worms, she slowed down her thinking, cleared her throat and spoke up rather meekly in an attempt to bring up her point to the group. "[color=9e005d]If we lock them out, we condemn them to death. We all know what it is like out there, and we can't be sure how it spreads yet.[/color]" Her voice was rather soft in this moment, but if she didn't speak at all she would have to force herself to close everything out. She wasn't sure she could live with that guilt. "[color=9e005d]Do we... do we draw a line at what times it is okay to abandon people? If we don't like them? If they're too much a burden? Billie you're right Covid sucked ass, but we don't even know if they're sick.[/color]" She paused, her eyes seeming to sink for a moment before another realization hit. "[color=9e005d]They also have the guns.[/color]" June muttered. This could mean they were the only ones really in a position to protect them, but it could also mean a threat assessment. If they were left behind to die would they retaliate? Could the group defend themselves without the officers? She wasn't sure which direction she was leaning with it either.

	Thankfully she wasn't totally alone. And others saw the fear of tossing people aside so carelessly. Where do we draw the line. "[color=9e005d]What if we restrain them.[/color]" she muttered. barely above a whisper. Unsure if she could be heard the first time she cleared her throat, downed the rest of her energy drink, and spoke up with far less confidence, but a little more volume. "[color=9e005d]We could restrain them... the sick attack people, and if it spreads through bites and bodily fluids, a gag, restraints, and even s cheap disposable mask should do the job no?[/color]" June tried to plead optimistically. None of these people knew her. No one here could vouch for her. She knew she wasn't good at being social, especially under stress. She also knew in an emergency situation she was more a liability than an asset. the longer she could hold off the talks on kicking people away who were a problem the better. "[color=9e005d]Or maybe we can grab another car? Or a trailer to pull to act as a quarantine?[/color]" She spoke, her voice cracking as what confidence she held left failed her.