Zombie/Monster Apocalypse (ZMA)
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"What do you want..." He said with attitude as he glares at me. I'm standing at the doors of his office, having them wide open to show myself to him. I want to show him I'm capable of doing things that he believes are bad enough for a "small girl like me." I march up to him and slam my hands on his desk, except they more sound like I slapped them on his desk. "Listen," he gives me a disgusted look, he might have found it rude for me to do something like this already. I'm frozen, I thought of everything to say but they wouldn't come out of my mouth. "What?" He raised a brow as he still looks at me confused and enraged. I shut my mouth and stare. "What!" He repeats, slamming his own hands on the desk as he stands. I jolt, and step away. "What is it that you want to tell me so badly?" I swallow, staring at him then getting my courage back to speak up. I square my shoulders and stand up straight. "I want you to find my brother. Now." The charcoal haired boy sighed. "I'm a bit busy to start a mission at the moment, Sadie." I huff and sat at a chair near his desk. "My brother's life is at risk and you rather worry about gaining food supplies?" He glared knifes at me as I slouch back to regret what dance my tongue did to say that.
"You rather me risk my leadership to make these strangers starve? That I promise to protect them? Not gonna happen. It takes risk, so don't cry about it since I'm doing my best out here." I felt sorry for him, he probably wants to help but is to tied up in other situations that are important to the other people in this base of a building. I don't blame him, but I stay in my seat, and wait....
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