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I tell Alma that whoever is on the other end is telling us to sit tight, but I'm going to keep trying to find Lieutenant Shaw, because he has a gun and might know what's going on. If anything, he can take us somewhere safe where everyone can explain things and we can play board games until soldiers with flamethrowers purge all the problems and I can go home with a large pile of government hush money.
I also mention that I have no interest in staying in a cramped room with nothing but a press board table and a few uncomfortable plastic chairs to shove between myself and that big blade monster, if it shows up again.
She doesn't really seem okay with the fact that there are other, bigger monsters roaming around. I am a little worried about how loud and panicky she is. On the bright side, she'll definitely attract everything to herself in a pinch, leaving me clear to make a break for it.
I also typed in a quick message saying I was going to look for the armed soldier that was with me, since monsters broke into my secure location.
Time to get back on course. Alma is mid-breakdown. I guess I'll find out if she wants to go to when I start walking out.
>you are about 160ish, and your friend around 180ish
Ha. I wish. I'm 143cm, so she's probably about 160 to 170, roughly.
Dad was unable to overcome the power of Mom's shortness in the battle of genetics.
But I get to be adorable, so I will accept the trade off of needing a stepladder for everything.
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