{Materializing in a criss cross of violently red lasers, her empty eyes beheld the timeline, surveying the landscape.
Leaders, everywhere. A threat needing elimination.}
Ah. There you are. Have you finally banded together?
-- and started again, clinging to hope.}
This call is going out to The Archer and his people... The Infected are growing in number. We need to leave. While we still can.
We have weapons. Meds. Supplies. Can you offer safe harbor?
@HamsMyBiscuits@EveryFineGrain
{Small form materializing in a criss cross of cherry red lasers, she gazed at the city grid cameras with empty eyes, focused on the disappearing form of @BagItNTagIt}
You're not allowed in there. --