<b>RE: Zombies in England</b><br/><br/>Olivia heard of the safehouse just a short time after it's first inclusion into the airwaves. She promptly packed up her room in her thoroughly fucked-up abode in Pontefract, having only just moved from Sussex; From the posh and, dare she say, perfect mansions of the sussex plateau to the dank and dreary boredom of the valleys..oh joy. Having lugged her equiptment the journey from her destroyed homed to the safehouse, she..well let herself up, hacking the security systems to remove them for a moment then climbing up through a hatch in the roof. She set her stuff up in the afternoon, when security was lax and everyone was tired, simply so they wouldn't see her, and then took a nap. However, she awoke with a start hours later in the middle of the night, hearing sounds from downstairs, a scuffle perhaps. She grabbed her modified pistol; a reduction chamber so bullets flew faster and hit stronger, a ball-point laser sight for accuracy, and with a small attached compartment underneath which shot bear mace, one of the only substances that really fucked with those undead twits. She made sure it was fully loaded and then slowly snook down stairs, yet when she saw it was just the random girl she had spotted with the spiked bat, she simply chuckled and lowered her weapon slowly. "Oh. Good Mornin, my name is Olivia Cross. Pleasure to meet you, charmed. -- Ah! And your security is..well awful actually, upgrading it now and making some new..toys for those fiends to play with." she noted, stepping forward to hold her hand out to the three.