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[ laundry room ]

"Screaming." Was Mr. Nordskov's gruff reply. "From inside."

He voiced no protests over the nervous girl going to investigate with the others, one kid facing up to their fear was better than one in denial. Now that this barricade was done he was inclined to accompany them to see for himself what all the fuss was about.

[ laundry room ]

"Taysia," she blurted out just as Zelda arrived on the scene. "Not Fanta." Not the stupid goddamn soda. Not that the others would have known her preference; this was the first time she'd ever spoken out about it within the month, or about much of anything about herself. Neither would they have known that Fantasia felt irritable not just because of the scare but because she saw them zooming in on her turf, her information; even if it was slim and vague. Like a kid patronized by adults.

She sucked her lips in guiltily nonetheless. It was a bad, bad cycle of tiny bursts and withdrawals.

"I heard screaming," she told Zelda. "A few rooms from here, dunno which. Right before the wall broke. Been quiet since." Pause. "Like, cut off screaming. I-I think." The young girl steeled herself with a breath. "Orders?"

As Beth stepped into the room, she scanned the current occupants and found that she'd been right - if you wanted company, this was one of the places to go. One woman met her eye, and nodded before turning back to the papers in front of her.

Beth, however, needed a bit of human interaction after a few days of solitude in her 'new' apartment. She'd run a bar, after all, and was much more used to the hustle and bustle of humanity than her current interactions.

Tucking her fingers in her jean pants pockets, she idled her way over and offered her 'customer' smile. "Hey there."

She couldn't recall the girl's name, and hoped that it was mutual. That way this wouldn't be as wierd...hopefully. "Whatcha doing?"

[Lounge]

Within moments of her embarrassing fall, she had two people at her side helping her up.

"Thank you darlings," she started in a slightly raised voice, never one to drop character once in drag - even if she was not looking her best. She gave the boy, Grayson a second look. "Young men running to help me? I should fall more often."

After rising, she pretended to stumble once more, but it was all a fakery. What mattered then, truly, was the 'accidental' graze of the boy's a**.

"Now who does a queen need to blow to get a drink around here, am I right?" she teased, waiting to be served a cocktail pronto. She knew it was unlikely. Of anything, she was more likely to be attacked by a zombie, mutilated, and left for dead in an ugly sunflower dress. But maybe someone was holding out on her.

[ Lounge ]

"What have you got so far?" She asked, curious to know how his lyric writing was coming along.

Though the question was to be put on hold as he moved over to aid the woman that fell. Brie watched the two curiously from her corner, slightly amused by what was going on with Cherry, partially sympathetic towards Grayson. Unfortunately though, for Grayson, he was on his own on this one. This was probably the most entertaining thing that happened since the apocalypse began.

Her attention was drawn back to Beth once again, offering a weak smile. "It was an attempt to draw something, but nothing seems to be coming out right."

[ Security Office ]


A note was sent to Pomela late one evening.

[ Security Office ]


October was draped across his chair, feet up on the desk, like he was dead - except he obviously wasn't, because as soon as the door opened, he dropped his feet down and sighed heavily.

"So," he said, sniffing sleepily. "There's like. A thing. And I found it." Not really, but close enough. "And like. I don't want to deal with it, so I need someone to take it for me, okay."

It wasn't really a question. October reached under his desk and pulled out two small, sharp objects and placed them in Mel's hands.

"Now they're your responsibility," he said dramatically, and promptly flopped over again.