[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 stared at her for a few moments. How could she not want to know? How could she face horrors like this and not want to analyze them? How else were they supposed to survive? They needed to know everything, and she didn't even want to call it what it was? He could feel all the thoughts clawing at his brain again when she kept speaking. 

[color=6373fa]"Don't--don't you want to--no, yeah that's... fair, actually."[/color] Juniper said. Maybe she was right. He got into the backseat of the car, carefully taking off his backpack and sitting it in his lap, looking up at the two girls. [color=6373fa] "Thank you, again,"[/color] He said, hoping he hadn't made it too awkward by mentioning the zombies. His brain was still replaying what the stumbledly fellow had been doing, looking for signs of what he was taught about zombies. He kept trying to shut down the thoughts. They kept returning. He buckled up and gave a thumbs up to the one who was driving to let her know he was ready, taking one last look back at his apartment, wondering about life in the world to come.