[center][h2][hr][hr][color=purple]Waverley Watts[/color][/h2][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/d4f8b02bc3fc96e0a3a20351b36c3691/3542b667aca4c58b-5d/s1280x1920/26a354a690e9e6bf683ded6a2d00cfed8bc41f85.gifv[/img]

[i]Location: Beyond the Veil
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A sense of unease immediately took root in Waverley's mind at the mention of leaving, causing her stomach to twist into knots. Riley was [i]probably[/i] safe - or at least, she had a higher likelihood of being safe than the average teenager. Still, the idea of leaving Manhattan without being sure...it plagued Waverley. That said, there was the safety of her friends, new and old, that she also had to worry about.

[color=purple]"What kind of supplies do we have here? If we're gonna be setting out, we'll need to pack up the essentials, and anything that'll give us an edge,"[/color] she said, before looking over to her radio. [color=purple]"I'm also going to wanna make a broadcast - tell everyone what we've learned so far. The sick...they're able to keep going when they should be dead."[/color] After a beat, she declared, [color=purple]"Zombies. They're zombies."[/color]