[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 nodded, staying quiet as the two girls were discussing whether or not these incidents were zombies. They definitely were, at least in Juniper's mind. He still felt awkward about how he'd been the one bringing it up, maybe he wasn't supposed to talk about it so much now that it wasn't a hypothetical. In his mind he was sorting through everything his extended family had taught him about zombies, for the first time questioning, just for a moment, whether it was all accurate. What Kaitlyn said about only being able to trust themselves, that's what he knew for sure, and not much more. At least someone had weapons if they did run into more zombies. 

He got out his phone, sending a short text to his mother, asking if she and the rest of his family were okay, then glancing back up at the others in the car, wondering what Waverly had been doing.  [color=6373fa]"What was that?"[/color][b][/b] He asked, curious.