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The call had come in early that morning, in the AM when Courtney was still sleeping. 'Twas much too early, she'd thought. Much too early. She had stumbled out of bed, clumsily slipping on the armor suit, and hap-hazardly sheathing her weapon of choice. Her eyes weren't even half open before she was out the door and quickly jogging down the street, away from her tiny cement house and towards the suburbs. The sunrise warmed her face as she ran, the running warming the rest of her, and, even from the distance, she had been able to make out her pest.
After they'd gotten rid of all the zombies, the chemical had only sept further into the earth, finding the next best thing: Fossils.
Which brings us to where she was now, facing the resurrected remains of a Tyrannasorus Rex, which to be quite honest, wasn't much, just a bunch of bones with a lot of dirt stuck to them. To a simpleton, it would have been a fright, but to Courtney, it was just another day on the job.
She unsheathed her weapon of choice, and attacked. Another check in the mail.
After they'd gotten rid of all the zombies, the chemical had only sept further into the earth, finding the next best thing: Fossils.
Which brings us to where she was now, facing the resurrected remains of a Tyrannasorus Rex, which to be quite honest, wasn't much, just a bunch of bones with a lot of dirt stuck to them. To a simpleton, it would have been a fright, but to Courtney, it was just another day on the job.
She unsheathed her weapon of choice, and attacked. Another check in the mail.