Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27396384-20170703182714/@comment-26854056-20170713105955

I'll just make Oscar start stalking them rip

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Oscar sluggishly stretched his strained muscles in a cat like fashion, only to return to slumping over his computer and quickly typing out series upon series of code, his eyes stinging every time he blinked.

His search for survivors was on a null. There was absolutely nothing that he could find of real human remains, let alone the settlements of infected petal victims. Management would not be happy.

He swiveled his head back to the monitor on his left, trying to make out the blurry picture that Washington delivered. Upon his five hour search, he managed to find an abandoned settlement with a few raided department stores of the like, knowing that with it being so unguarded, it was open to any sightings of survivors. But he was so absorbed in typing up his next report that he didn't even see much. A missed chance.

With another grumble, he stretched again despite his muscles protest, absent-minded grabbing another mystery sandwich from the mini fridge. As the scarily familiar taste of MSG and preservatives invaded his mouth, he grabbed Washington's controls, gently nudging the trashed drone forward.

(BRB I'LL FINISH IT UP IN A SEC)