Aidan J. Reilly (

[ Aidan was lucky enough to still be inside when the lights went out, on account of that stubborn cold he still haven't been able to shake. Still, sniffles and a low grade fever isn't going to keep him in bed during an emergency like this. No way.

Go-bag strapped tightly to his back and kitchen knife unsheathed, he hurries through the darkened dome. Where, he's not sure. He'd sure like to get really far away from here, panic attack lurking at the very edge of his mind, but in lieu of that he'll just keep going. Maybe things will become clearer. ]

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