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Bittersweet nodded expertly, taking out her meticulously organized things, explaining, "I figured that I needed enough for a month, just in case."

She pulled out about 40 things of everything, all air sealed in plastic bags.

"Fourty shirts, eighty socks, eighty pairs of underwear, fourty bottoms, jeans, shorts and skirts and quite a few hair things. Two toothbrushes, a couple of toothpaste tubes. And a comb."

Burying deeper inside, she said, "Bags and bags of chips--organic mind you--Dried fruit, packaged vegetables, soup, and things like that. Then, I have my cooler on my side, full of water bottles and chilled foods."

"My teddy bear, my two comfortors (Blankets) and a sleeping bag."

Deciding to explain why she had so much stuff, she said, "I didn't know whether or not I'd have a place to stay, or how long I'd do it. Or if I'd do it outside. This would have lasted ME a month, and more, actually, to be cautious. No wonder it's so heavy...."

((And fitting all these into a suitcase and a cooler is not fanciful. Trust me. This and more fits into my parents' bigass suitcase.))

Eileen chose her words with deliberation, "I suppose you mean fate, right? Well, personally, Idon't believe in that, well, not really. I think fate can be changed, and someone obviously changed it with a bomb. I'm happy I got trapped with people who I know, and like." She shot a smile at Fiona, "But I don't think it's fate. Techinically speaking, we can still reproduce to make our nation great again, however, how about our exclusive, native animals? Where will they go?"

Sighing, and closing her eyes, Eileen said, "O no, I don't think this is fate at all. Man just screwed up. Again. Although that is assuming that that WAS a bomb, which I'm assuming due to the huge boom."

((...Well, dang. o_o I get kicked off for Mom's finals and everything goes boom. Literally.))

Ani looked around, everyone seemed to be taking charge. Quite frankly, she was scared. But most of all, she was confused. The stench of burning flesh was making her light headed and nauseous, and finally she lit up a cigarette, the smell of burning tobacco mostly cancelled out the more noxious odor.

"There's also the super center on the other side of town," she chimed in. "Camping supplies, clothes, shoes, bedding, canned goods, medicines, the works. If...if we're going to have to survive for any amount of time, we'll likely need some of those things."

There was one thing that she was surprised no one had checked. "Is anyone hurt? A blast like that might have shaken some things loose, knocked people over. I'm trained in first aid if anyone needs it."

Lee sat down to think,

"We'll need to group up, 'Cause no-one goes anywhere alone. At all. You need to go to the toilet, You get an escort. The only problem is communication."

He glanced at his phone, "Seeing as I have no signal, and I doubt anyone else will for the moment, Phones are out of the question. We have another few choices. We could either shout alot, or find some long range radios or walkie-talkies."

This isn't what I had planned for the day, but... He sighed slightly, Looks like I'm gonna have to deal with it. Time to grow up, Lee.

"I'm not suggesting that we start looting the shops, but considering the situation, I don't think it'd be too much of a problem if we borrowed some radio gear for the moment, do you?" He hardly paused for the answer, "I have some radios at my dorm, and I know they're charged"

John, who was usually the kind of man to get right on top of things, was still quite shaken by this whole afair. Finally, with enough sensible people around him, making things happen, his mind began to work.

"I think we'll need to have some way of blocking out the smell if we're going to go outside. Hankerchiefs or maybe some spare clothes around the mouth and nose will help. Soon enough, it won't be burnt flesh, but... ugh... burnt rotting flesh, as queasy as that makes me saying. The more we can block it out the better."

John was starting to get into his swing; and he was a natural leader.

"We should check for survivors. Not that it's likely, but we're likely better situated than anyone else would be. We're all whole and unharmed, save for that smell."

There were nods of approval. John was laying out a sensible plan, and with everyone contributing information, action seemed close.

"So, here is my proposal," John said, "First, we use some shirts to block out the smell, then a team can go out and get some communication: Lead by Lee, because he has a good idea of where some is. The rest of us can stay here and set up a base-camp, and scavenge whatever we can around here to make life more confortable.
"We'll need to start taking some of these chairs out, to make a wider living space, and we can use the cloth, batting, and whatever other materials we can take to insulate the theater and make clothes.
"Once Lee and his team get back, we can set out to get everything else we need; including food, sleeping bags, medical supplies, lighting, energy, cooking supplies, and anything else we can get. Any objections, or can we get out and get this done?"

"Anyone going out to look for survivors should at least be trained in first aid. And starting with the area around the hospital would probably be our best bet. I'll go with that team, once we're ready to split up."

Well, well, she's not being a b***h anymore. Guess it did take the apocalypse for her to straighten up. She'll likely be back to full form once the shock wears off.

((I'll edit my post to fit, then. :3))