[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=6373fa][center]Juniper Mayfield[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[i]Location: NYC, Apartment Garage
Skills: N/A[/i]

Juniper listened as both girls offered to let him go with them. Just because he hadn't seen this other girl, Waverly, before, didn't mean he was ready to go through this alone. He trusted her, somehow, plus something about her seemed familiar. 

[color=6373fa] "Yes, please. I'll go with you. Thank you."[/color] He glanced at his apartment. His backpack had pretty much everything he needed. He tended to carry anything he could need with him...except one thing. The pistol, especially not while he was working as a schoolteacher. He briefly wondered whether it was worth it to go into the apartment by himself, or if that was too dangerous. He started for his apartment but all the thoughts he'd been trying to push out of his mind started overwhelming him. 

[color=6373fa][i]Don't say it, don't say it, don't say it...[/i][/color] Juniper thought. 

He stopped walking and turned back to the two girls. [color=6373fa] "I'm sorry...did you say...biting at each other? Like...as if...and I'm in no way trying to say this [i]is [/i]what it is, or jump to conclusions but like...biting at each other...as if they were...in the style of...might one say...zombies?"[/color]