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[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew's sitting in a booth, a half-finished plate of meatball-and-mozzarella Hot Pockets at his elbow.*

*He's ignoring them for the moment in favor of chewing on the end of his pen, and studying the half-finished list he's working on.*

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[krazyglusurgeon]

He taps on the table with two fingers, his other hand a bit busy holding onto his gun.

"You know about, er... the strange stuff, yeah?"

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew looks up, a little surprised.*

Cooper. Hi. Uh, the Weird Scary Time kind of stuff? Yeah. Why?

[krazyglusurgeon]

"Anything about, er... dead people walking around? No fangs just, uh... moaning."

He scratches behind one ear.

"And shambling. And, er, diving onto people like Christmas dinner."

[stilljustandrew]

*Pause.*

You're talking about zombies?

[krazyglusurgeon]

"I think I'm talking about zombies," he corrects as he sits down. The gun is put next to him.

"Don't know, though. Been keeping the men off the word, mostly to keep up morale."

[stilljustandrew]

Where's this happening?

*Andrew's closed his notebook, and he leans forward intently.*

[krazyglusurgeon]

"Wales," he answers. He's not sure if he's allowed to mention the rest, or if it'd be wise. "Little island off the coast."

[stilljustandrew]

*...uh huh.*

'S damp there, right?

[krazyglusurgeon]

"Not too bad off where we are," he answers. "Not too damp. Haven't had rain since we came, anyway."

[stilljustandrew]

Okay, so you've got shambling moaning undead attacking people. Are the victims turning into shambling moaning undead themselves, or just getting killed?

[krazyglusurgeon]

He holds up a finger before pulling out a few folded, printed pages. The one is opened up and put on the table, a couple of lines pointed out with his finger.

"We're figuring it's a virus, something bloodborn since the first one we took down had a bite on him," he says. "We don't know much about it except that whatever the--" a pause "doctor in there started playing with, it had to do with reanimating dead tissue and something that goes to the brain."

He leans back a little.

"Then we find out the only way to take them out's with a headshot."

[stilljustandrew]

*He's still frowning.*

You didn't see anything antique or occult-looking in the guy's lab, did you? A mask, or a clay jar, or anything with strange carvings on it?

[krazyglusurgeon]

He shakes his head.

"We're only on the first level, but I haven't seen any of that, no. None of the notes on the rest of it mention anything, er, your end of things either. All just things about this virus."

[stilljustandrew]

Huh. That's weird.

The shambling undead, do they seem to have a common goal? Moving towards one place? Or away from?

[krazyglusurgeon]

He rubs his chin a moment before shaking his head.

"Just to eat people. Common factor, it seems. They've all tried to eat us."

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew reaches for his notebook again, tears out a blank page, and starts scribbling.*

'Kay. Anything else about the undead you can tell me? Or their victims?