The Deadland

[ The second she saw the TV turn on, she knew it was time. It was obvious to her: something odd like that... must be what that Oliver guy was talking about. Even so, that hour seemed to pass too quickly. Cornelia had been out with her hunting knife going after the smaller, injured and secluded monsters. They were still a struggle to bring down, but she managed to kill three of them and so she was able to collect three bottles of energy.

After a brief rest, she flicks on the radio. ]

Mercy Apartments: we're all well aware everyone needs at least one bottle a day. We have just over 15 people. In addition to this, we need food. Water. We're doing well with that, at the very least.

But Energy is a much more pressing issue. Anyone with Energy, hand it over to me. I'll distribute it among us and make sure it isn't wasted. It's best to regulate something like this. [ What she doesn't say is that preference will be given to those who aren't dead weight. ]

We need more guards for the doors. Let me know if you'd like to take a few shifts.

And unless you've proven you can handle yourself, don't think you're going out to forage alone. Go in pairs. The last thing we need is for any weapons and ammo to be lost along with an arrogant imbecile.

Cornelia li Britannia, out.

[ Beeeeeeeeeeeeeep. If you need her, you can find her pouring over legal documents in the Superintendent's office. ]

[Patience spent all the time she had away from her kind but unfamiliar housing-mates working on some weaponry of her own after the oh-so-helpful doctor's kind advice, and she's snuck out on the streets now to use it.

If you venture close, you might note that not only does she have someone's borrowed shoulder bag slung and bulging over her shoulder but her hands are stained rusty up to the middle of her forearm, darker half-moons under her fingernails. A fine spatter of blood on her cheek suggests something has happened, but her frown suggests it was nothing satisfying and the howls are drawing steadily closer no matter what she does.]

Hello? [A man's voice, and although it is likely that none of you would recognize it belonging to the American Senator, she takes it on as a cover. It's pitch perfect, though as she reclines in a chair she doesn't bother taking on his physical appearance. This is just about gathering information.

Clearing her throat, like he would.] I'm looking for more information on this place, bewildering as it is. I'm Senator Robert Kelly, and last I knew I was in America. I'm interested in knowing who else awoke in this area same as I, and where it is you hail from.

... I don't know how they expect us to use these bloody radios, but there's no cell reception.

[Muttering, mostly away from the radio:] What a dump.

This is Kelly, Over.