[ text | at approximately 0801 hrs, as the network returns to life ]

[devotedtothecore]

WARNING: agriculture wing and areas further within infested with monsters, manhunting, unknown numbers, hidden ambushers, man-sized and larger

seal off doors to base core facilities ASAP, take extreme caution

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voice

[anklets]

I've got it.

[ text ]

[devotedtothecore]

[ the reply takes minutes, twenty or so in coming. ]

may be other transports isolated/cornered in wing or past

I

voice

[anklets]

[ instantly: ] Hello? Are you alright? Where are you?

[devotedtothecore]

[ minutes tick by without an answer. ]

[anklets]

Hello? Hey! Hello?

[devotedtothecore]

[ 0901 hrs ]

trapped in agri wing, separated from group, leg injury

approx loc.

[ an image attached: a diagram, scrawled in haste (or a shaking hand) of rooms large and small, of corridors and junctions, laying out part of the newly opened portion of the facility.

and a circle, red against black, around a small room at one corner. ]

cannot speak, they hear. approx. 5-6, maybe more

[anklets]

[ key

words

and a (mild) muttered curse, for good measure, as she pushes the tablet face down into the (well, Oz's) mattress and racks her hair back from her own. A moment to prioritise herself-- shan't risk him a reply-- and she twists herself from the room with the tablet reluctantly in hand.

b there in 10, bro]