"Bad news. The entire military is dead. It's dead air as far as the radio went, before it shut down. We are getting another. Want to go to our outpost? We have one now. It's barbed wire and all that." Fniff explains.
"Well that was entertaining, nothing like firing tiny hunks of lead at 900 MPH towards a zombies face."
In a surprisingly relaxed tone
"Yeah they're just clones so don't get attached BT"
On her way back from the mess hall to the barracks, Paksenarrion looks up to see jad's sign. She looks down at her tunic, which is more of a deep orange, shrugs her shoulders, and heads for the helicopter, heavy duty maglight in hand.
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