[h1][b][i][color=9e005d][center]June Fowler[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center]Location: Paradise Gym
Skills: N/A[/center]
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	ON TO THE SCAVENGING RUN! Sure, June had gone outside the safe zone a couple times. Kind of. She had entered the nearby areas without entering any of the buildings to pick up random things, or to see how feasible entering the nearby buildings may be. But otherwise? She hadn't really left the safe zone since they arrived there. She had been rationing her medications, she had tasks that kept her mind mostly in check, and she was safe. Well, safe enough. So she stayed as close to Billie as she could as they moved down the street, the 20 gauge shotgun gripped firmly in both hands. It was probably her least favorite gun that she had ever fired, lacking a stock and having a comically short barrel. But, it was easy to carry around. Maybe a handgun would have been better, but for a few reasons, June did not qualify for a pistol permit in her home state. A short barrel shotgun? Or a legally distinct "Other Weapon"? That she did qualify for. But even then, before all of this she had only used the gun a couple times at a shooting range, and never shot at another person with it. She had only gotten it when she had pissed off some high level corporate executives when she pointed out to the defense department just how pitiful and proprietary their digital security systems were. One case of attempted assault later, she had earned her paycheck, a lawsuit, and had purchased the gun she wasn't a huge fan of just in case something like that ever happened again. Sure, they tried legal battles before that, but as she was under contract she set herself up to be protected. So attempted assault it was. Fear tactics. Intimidation. All the fun stuff. 

	Then when the hotel they were in got overrun, she pulled the gun taking off the foot of one of the infected. And shattering the guts of another at close range. The foot she learned was far more effective. She had lost Sam while escaping, or scared her off. And had picked up Billie along the way. With the stress of that day, she wasn't totally sure if Billie had been with them before Sam got separated. Looking at June now? You couldn't tell she was stressed out of her mind ready to book it at the first sign of trouble. On her face, was an excited grin as she gleefully stepped quickly, and deceptively quiet. At a glance without knowing June in detail, she may look like she was having the time of her life! She almost didn't seem to notice the undead as they weaved around them. Sometimes she would look their direction, but she seemed to either not notice, or only notice enough to treat them as a background set piece. In actuality, she could see their faces out of the corners of her eyes. She noticed every movement. She noticed every change in direction. She noticed each shattered window. She noticed every slash of gore and limb in sight. Safety off. Finger resting against the trigger guard. This nervous e wreck was ready for a fight. 

	As they approached the lighthouse, June did her best to not sigh. Sure, they may find stocks of common goods there. She wasn't sure in what quantity though. But it was probably easier and safer than anywhere else nearby. But they likely would not find any of the specialized things she needed. Electronic parts, small motors, ADHD medication, anti-depressants, vitamin supplements, anxiety medications, and much more. But, food and water was nice too. She did wonder though if the lighthouse had a generator, and if it was at all portable. Having reliable electricity would be a boon to her work rather than what she could muster through phone batteries and makeshift motion devices that only produced enough juice to break what they were hooked up too while they were plugged in. 

	When Billie spoke up, she didn't register the words the woman had spoken at first. She found herself distracted on one of the undead tripping over a curb in the distance. Then the shape of the waves as they hit the stone works on the shore. June had to process a moment, but she figured Billie said something along the lines of don't get distracted, pay attention, stay close, or behave herself. "[color=9e005d]Sounds good, can do.[/color]" June said with a very reassuring smile. The paying attention was probably going to be easier said than done. Her ADHD meds had run out day before yesterday. Though normally she could skip a few days and be fine, she had only packed enough for a couple weeks and had been forced to ration it. So she had been on a rather low dose for a while. Staying on task was hard. Keeping a train of though consistent was hard without constant stimulation. Surprisingly, the depression meds ran out weeks ago and she didn't feel any more depressed all things considering. So taking the wins where they come. "[color=9e005d]Do you think that there is some coffee or energy drinks in there?[/color]" June asked quietly as they approached.