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[paintitgray]

[[Written rapidly in wobbly letters that trail down the page--she is hunkered down against the wall immediately under her window, with all the lights off, and there are things moving around outside.]]

I hate this place I hate this place

SO MUCH

is there anybody on Melee?

Comments

[inthecenterfold]

Shit sorry, Kurayami. They're that spread out already?

[paintitgray]

I don't know , where are they spreading from ?

[inthecenterfold]

Hell if I know. I just know they're up in the Hatchery and Housing too. I remember 'em being really bad around the park last time.

[paintitgray]

Last time ?

[inthecenterfold]

Yeah two years ago.

[paintitgray]

Hell

well what do I do now?

[inthecenterfold]

You're not much of a fighter, huh? If you could just get to the elevator...

[paintitgray]

they're outside, and I don't have a baseball bat this time.

[inthecenterfold]

If there aren't too many of 'em can you just... run?

Are you sure you don't have a weapon anywhere?

[paintitgray]

why would I have a weapon? I draw, Smoke

[inthecenterfold]

Everyone got weird shit the other day! Not everybody got weapons -- you must've got something. Anything?

[paintitgray]

[Pause.]

did anybody get black capes? there was one lying acro---------

[Her pencil jerks across the page.]

[inthecenterfold]

Say something, damnit, what happened? Good, bad, zombies?

[paintitgray]

I'm fine, something's happening. the animals are screaming.

[Pause.]

if you have any ideas, let's hear them.

[inthecenterfold]

Not surprised - everybody's screaming right about now.

[paintitgray]

[Okay, pause as she takes a moment to get herself together. Hysterics aren't helping.]

I have two chairs, my easel, the sheets on my bed, paint, pencils, paper, and a black cloak.