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+ zahra.
( Running through a mental list of known radio frequencies, Vincent sends out call after call and hopes he'll get an answer. At this point, he's desperate, hoping some group of enforcers is on patrol nearby and ready to respond to a distress call. )
VINCENT: Come in, Idaho Falls. This is Vincent Holtz speaking. There's been, um. A huge outbreak at Grand Teton.
VINCENT: Who do I have on the other end here? Please, can you send help?
VINCENT: Do you read?
+ nikolai.
𝟑𝟎𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄. 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌, 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋. @cordiiceps
Above him, a case of mass confusion unfolds. At first it’s just a quiet stirring, which morphs into screams, and then suddenly all hell breaks loose. Now, infection spreads rampant like fucking wildfire through the mall. A horrified crowd of citizens stampedes the ground floor as the rest of the mall wake up in terror, realizing what’s happened. They try to run for their lives, though their efforts are surely futile. Vincent, living two floors above the lowest level, decides to run deeper into the mall ( in the opposite direction of the crowd ) and towards the service stairwell. He knows that it connects to the makeshift communication center, all the best radios and ancient telecom technology huddled into a room on the first floor. It’s his only chance at letting the rest of Idaho Falls know what’s happening before the infection arrives on their doorstep.
But after word is sent out, what next? In the adrenaline rush, Vincent only planned so far ahead. He didn’t consider that once he’s in the communications room ( a makeshift thing, a converted storefront with a small storage area in the back ), the glass wall and weak doors will provide no protection from a surge of infected once they track him down. After radioing Zahra with news of the outbreak, Vincent begins the heavy work of barricading himself in, using anything he can to block off the windows and doors. He sweats as he shoves a desk against the door, working like mad to board everything else with found materials — though he knows old cardboard boxes won’t do very much.
After sending out what feels like a hundred distress signals across the QZ, only silence meets him from the other end. Getting desperate, Vincent gives in, trying the private frequency that he knows belongs to his father, which is only to be used in emergencies ( one of many measures taken in order to ensure his paternity is kept secret ). “Come in, Nik,” he pleads to the airwaves, “do you read?” The line has no response, time stretching to eternity as Vincent has only the groans of runners and screams to listen to, coming from the other side of the glass. “Dad,” he croaks out to the frequency instead, halfway a prayer, feeling certain now that neither his father or God will hear him. “Please answer me.”
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Last day w/ the bestfriends xox. Wake up late & they teach me the cha-cha slide & cupid shuffle. Played this weird wooden stick game for awhile & just talked. Mama came early & picked me up 3: Goodbyes suck, and I try to avoid them. Go home & sleep real early. xox
