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The City: 125: Adonica

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It took surprisingly little time for the group to launch into action once the plan was formed.  The strike team would be fifteen people, small enough to sneak past stray zombies, but large enough to hold off an attack and give Ingmar time to escape.
Dorothy guided the rest of them to choke points and traps she had set up along the way.  It was their job to clear a path.  Adonica was positioned by a hidden lever and given instructions.  She watched and waited for a signal that she prayed would not come.  She hated the thought of violence.

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The City: 124: Aiguo

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“Where the hell did you get a boot gun?” Dawn asked.  Ingmar blushed and couldn’t meet her stare.  Aiguo came to his rescue.
“It doesn’t matter how he got it.  If he can fire it, we have a chance of stopping this guy.  We just need to find him and shoot first.”
“With the tower destroyed, Underwood will likely retreat to the beach house until things are settled.”
“But there is a city full of zombies between here and the bay.”
“I can get you there,” Dorothy said.  “I specialize in unlikely accidents, and I’ve been clearing routes all day.”

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The City: 120: Savio

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Savio watched from a rooftop.  When the zombies first started shambling, he had gone for higher ground and pulled the fire escape ladders up after him.  He was trapped, but unreachable, unless the viral avatars took up skydiving.  He used his vantage point to document what he saw in open messenger.  He didn’t know if he was getting through, but he wrote anyway.  He watched the young woman get overrun, and the boy reluctantly sprint to catch up to the other fleeing woman.  Then he saw a flash in the night and a water tank fell, crushing the zombies below.

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The City: 023: Dorothy

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Dorothy was an assassin of improbable accidents.  She specialized in Houses, but had other tricks and devices.  She made her living off of a loophole in the laws of The City.
Even though it was a simulation, The City was a real place.  An avatar was fragile; subject to gravity, fire, trauma.  And an avatar only had one life to lose.  Dying in The City could be as financially devastating as anywhere on Earth.  Of course there were no guns in The City, but Dorothy had her methods.  On the morning Midas was sold, her email account crashed from overuse.