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If you wanted to find Eli, you merely had to seek out the only place on the abandoned campus that could still boast of having electricity - with the added bonus of being zombie-free, of course. The computer labs were a haven of sorts to all manner of people from the quarantined zone. Doors that had once claimed themselves to be near bomb-proof now stood strong for the thankless task of keeping zombies at bay. Lucky for those that cowered between the aisles of glowing LCD monitors, zombies hadn't quite figured out the doorknobs. Yet.
Luminescent from sitting too close to the computers at the front, red rimmed eyes and the carnage from a vending machine scattered at their feet, Eli stared blankly. A cup of coffee had been pushed to the side of the keyboard, its contents as cold as a penguin's arse in Antarctica. Their job as communications officer (a title handed efficiently by the self-proclaimed leader of this merry band of survivors) was something that they almost wished they could hand off to someone else - but they persevered. Raising radio contact was a priority only second to one other thing in this apocalyptic hell, after all.