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Verity took some deep breaths in once the door was firmly closed and whatever that...thing was stayed outside. She could hear it banging on the door and growling. Whatever was happening was infecting the dead. Or at the very least it was making them appear dead. [color=DCDC95]"Yeah, I'm okay."[/color] Okay was a loaded word though.

Verity walked over and watched the TV, listening to the news reports. A military evacuation. This was now more than some worry about a virus. This was intense. [color=DCDC95]"That's us. We need to leave. Is there a car we can take? I don't feel comfortable leaving on foot with that...thing out there. Who knows how many more there are."[/color] Her mind raced to the many others in the city. Surely that was going to cause more issues. And the police were still coming here. [color=DCDC95]"The paramedics are still on their way too."[/color]