<div style="text-align: center"><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 18px">Monroe</span></span></span></b><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cccccc"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Monroe remained silent. and hugged herself as the terrified Charlotte did not answer her question. She had wondered what this black substance was. Was it some sort of infection? Were they quarantined in this town? Was it driving people mad? Clearly this was some effect of a pandemic. Monroe glanced down at the ground and attempted to find an answer, though she could not find it. She closed her eyes, and took a breath of air through her nostrils as the two women begun to inspect themselves.<br/>
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She glanced upwards towards the woman named Alex. So she was a cop? Perhaps she was one of the individuals who was assisting this strange quarantine. She narrowed her eyes towards the woman and pursed her lips before she decided to finally put in some words... she did not feel any bruises, but knew she had a cut on the back of her thigh that she could feel tingle.</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)"><span style="font-size: 15px">"...so we have a cop, and a doctor here." </span></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-size: 15px">She crossed her arms and perked her hips to one side, ignoring the question Alex asked. </span></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)"><span style="font-size: 15px">"How do I know you two are not involved in whatever this thing is? Black... goo? Coming out of that mans' mouth? Is that right?"</span></span></span></span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cccccc"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Before any response could be reciprocated; behind her a man had busted out of what appeared to be downstairs. She jumped and spun around while holding both of her hounds out. Both the cop and the man attempted to pull out their firearms... and Monroe instinctively back away from such the notion towards the very door that the woman earlier ran. It had appeared no gun was found on either of them...<br/>
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Not long after, a window smashed, and her eyes darted to a face that was now peering into the church. It was another one of those damned Noxious! She could even see the man from earlier approaching that same window with the same black liquid foaming out of his mouth. Now there were two?!</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)"><span style="font-size: 15px">"Shoot! Shoot them!" </span></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 204, 204)"><span style="font-size: 15px">She screamed while pointing at said window. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)"><span style="font-size: 15px">"Y-you have to have a gun somewhere! Shoot them!"</span></span></span></span></span>​</div>