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start of december | voice; un: hh

[luckystriker]

[ No, there's no beans here.

Herc's voice is tellingly strained and it sounds like his lungs are about ready to give up on him, but he makes sure his words are clear in the message: ]

Blue-eyed zombie bastards on the streets. Regular weapons don't work on them. I'll be MIA for a bit, so watch Chuck for me. Stay safe.

[righthemisphere]

[Oh what the hell kind of voicemail is that??! Of course he tries calling back when he gets it but if Herc doesn't pick up, MIA like he said, then it is what it is. He'll send a text. Two little words that mean so much more. You can trust me. I won't let you down. I'll protect him. I've got this. I can't believe you trust me with your son. What the fuck zombies. Where are you going?? MIA how?!]

On it.