56th Inning

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[Open phone call made from the hospital to all. Scout sounds irritated.]

Hey, Mayfield! Ya know what's shittier than I town fulla never-ending zombies? A town fulla never ending zombies on yer birthday. As much as I can go 'round shooting guys in the face all day, a break to go get some drinks would be nice.

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[After multiple checks that she hadn't been infected, Olivier finally managed to make it into the hospital to requisition some supplies. She pauses at the smell of coffee as she passes the cafeteria. After little to no sleep, coffee would be like being back at Briggs. She dumps the bags of provisions from the general store on a table. She hears a familiar voice behind the counter somewhere. Chocolate?]

I may or may not have brownies. Where's the coffee?

[It seems like a fair enough trade to her.]

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[Scout's head pops up. He sees the bags, and grins.]

Seriously? Yes! Over there, got some more brewin' right this second.

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[She digs through the bag and pulls out a package of brownies.]

Zombies walk the streets, and you want chocolate?

[She's curious.]

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[He looks at her like he's wondering why this is even a question.]

Yeah?

Heck Yes, Popeye was so around then!

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[Excuse her for asking, she's been too busy ransacking stores to pick up the phone.]

Why? Does chocolate give you some secret power like spinach does for that sailor character in that show the drone kid at my house watches?

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[He snickers at that. He knows exactly what she's talking about.] Not with chocolate, but wit' this stuff.

[He reaches into his backpack, and tosses her a can of blue Bonk! cola. Feel free to be horrified.]

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[She inspects the can and then gives him a blank look. Really, something that gave a power boost.]

One of your "gifts" from home, I assume? I'll just stick with coffee.

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Yeah. Only one case though, so I'm almost out. But I've managed ta take it slow.

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How does it work?

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I dunno. Chemicals? Unless ya mean what it does? Makes me faster for a little bit. So fast, I'm a freakin' blur! Nothin' can hit me.

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[This reminds her of a certain homunculus.]

What if something does hit you?

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[He smirks.] It don't.

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[She would challenge him on that, but he said he didn't have a lot left, and she doesn't believe in wasting resources.]

That's impressive.

[She passes him the brownies.]

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Sweeeet. Thanks, Major Gen'ral. [Time to watch this guy eat like a damn horse!]

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[Rather than watch him devour the brownies, she'll find the coffee pot and pour herself a cup.]

How long do you suppose this will last?

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What, the zombies? Eh, coupla days. Usually things here don't go on fer longer than a week or two.