as_damaged | ☤ forty

[The picture comes up, obviously not an intentional broadcast, slightly out of focus an off its angle. A glittering pile of broken glass on a table shatters and reflects the light into odd shapes on the walls and ceiling. Next to that, if you can make it out, is a handgun.

Allison Cameron is too busy to notice that she's been caught on film, leaning on the radiator and bracing a broken chair across her window as a makeshift bar. The pane is shattered, but a large, clear trashbag has been duct taped over the opening. Outside on the fire escape is a dead sheep; there are small smears of blood visible on the jagged pieces of glass left on the sill. Eventually she manages to wedge the plank in place, and wanders off screen to fortify other windows. Until the connection times out, there's only the dead sheep staring, blurred by the plastic sheeting, flexing softly in the breeze.]

[ooc; please assume this was posted at some point after the widespread attacks begin this evening, i know it's up a little early but i wasn't sure i'd have a chance later. sorry for any inconvenience]

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[Because he's not sure where she's gone, or when she'll get back to her network device.]

Hello?

[For someone who just shot a sheep in the face, Cameron sounds remarkably well-adjusted. Go figure.]

[Well Chase doesn't.]

Cameron? You're-- What did you do?

What do you mean?

[Part of it's probably mild shock, and her tone is only quizzical because she has no idea how he knows what happened.]

You shot it? [He'd realise that, but there are sheep brains al over her fire escape on the screen his looking at.] Are you alright?

It broadcast. [Not a question. As if the broken window doesn't constitute enough of an invasion of privacy.]

I'm fine. It broke the window trying to get in. There's something wrong with the animals, obviously.

Animals don't grow on stalks.

[Relaxing slightly, although Cameron's definition of fine compared to the standard one may vary.]

The hospital's filling up with sheep bites. I was going to call you.

[As soon as he'd gotten over the insanity of warning her about sheep.]

I'm all right. Really. The sound meant I had enough time to fight back.

[Which, once before, she didn't; but time and experience count for something.]

There were a lot of those plants... I wouldn't go out without a... baseball bat or something, at least.

No, don't go out without the gun. [It's really not something he'd usually advocate, but circumstances dictate.] Have you got more bullets?

I meant you.

[This here would be an awkward pause, she really didn't intend to discuss this. Ever.]

I have enough, I think.

We've got enough problems here stopping the things getting in. [She's currently the main reason he's considering going out at all.] ...Let me see if I can find someone to get you.

You don't need to worry. I'll be fine. I can come in if you'd like a hand there.

[She's not quite annoyed, but really. For once Cameron feels like she can handle this.]

Still going to be fine if you're caught up by the rest of the herd?

The windows onto the fire escape are barred off now and I can keep an eye on them. I doubt they can get through the apartment door. Getting into the hospital would be trickier, but I think I can manage, judging by what I see outside. There aren't that many, and they aren't attacking everyone.

One of them climbed half way up a building to get at you. I don't think you can assume you're off their radar.

I wonder why they're not.

Your guess is as good as mine.

I can ask Peter or Claire to get you.

If you need me there.

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