the network

[The phone will ring at 3:57 — and if one's lucky, they may get the heads up before they go outside.

Maybe.

Most of you may be well and truly screwed, but Laura's at least determined to try and not let the people here die.]

They are monsters. They're monsters, and they're fast. Close your windows! Don't open the door!

No vayas fuera — ! Don't go outside; the screams are monsters.

[There's not a lot of warning. They'll be covering the town and going full-blown attack mode in just a few minutes.

But Laura is at least content to help even one person with those precious minutes.

... She doesn't want to lose anymore people.]

 [The memory that had returned to so many of them had shaken Laura something fierce; it was familiar, familiar in ways that were beyond what her hospital phobia amounted to, and now - now she's found herself brave enough to cut into her leg and find the tracker hidden inside. Of course, she'd been excited to remove it (and angry, of course, angry that it was even there), but that new energy was soured by waking the next morning and finding that same lump under her skin. 

Well. She cuts it out again in the bathroom of the Howlett family, destroys the tracker again, and heads to the phone with icy disgust and offense that far surpasses self-preservation. (Especially when they go also arresting her teacher recently, she really likes her goddamn art class - and her sister, too, though?! Really guys?)]


There are trackers in our legs.

They come back in the morning if you destroy them.


[This message will be suddenly wiped from the phone-lines in three or four minutes. Maybe your character managed to catch it this morning before school, though.]