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[center][color=DCDC95]Location:[/color] New York City, Repair Shop
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Verity let the call drop as the dispatcher warned her. Bit? Was the person bit? And what did that have to do with this whole situation? Maybe it was a disease that spread through contact?

As Flynn checked in with her Verity noticed the initial twitch as the customer, who definitely should not be moving, moved.

[color=DCDC95]"Stay away from them!"[/color] Verity backed up, pulling Flynn back with her. [color=DCDC95]"They said to avoid anyone who's been bitten. They are sending the paramedics now, but in the meantime our friend here should definitely not be moving around."[/color] Verity looked around, trying to catch anything to use as a makeshift weapon in the moment. Twice in one day she needed to defend herself.

[hider=Held Roll]Verity is going to grab the nearest weapon to hold should the zombie come anywhere near her, though she will try to stay away.[/color]