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Aug 05, 2006 20:33

Amy was feeling very, very good about herself.

Not only had she felt she secured a very good place to get information and scored a shower, she had managed to get her hands on a box of Russian cigarettes.

She leaned against the wall just next to the door to The Wasteland's entrance, watching the sparse ingress and egress. It was bound to get more crowded when the place was up and running. She wondered if that would attract the zombies. They did like easy meals and groups was abuot as easy as they came. Her zombie removal service was feeling like a better idea the more she thought about it.

She lit up a cigarette and relaxed, eyes open, observing.

amy russo, preston vasquez

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