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The City: 133: Tereza

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“Welcome, the last survivors,” Underwood shouted, clapping his hands.  “You will forgive me if I don’t come down, but I’m so very busy.  I might look like I’m just here talking, but there is a lot of this running behind the scenes, as it were.”
“What do you think you’re doing?”  Tereza shouted up to him.  “You’re going to crash the world!”  Underwood shrugged.  He just smiled.
“Sometimes painful cuts must be made to improve production.  Or so management said when they fired me.  The real world is of no consequence if I have The City!”  Ingmar got into position.

The City: 132: Hassan

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“Screw this!”  Ingmar rose and fired.  His shot connected, and the police officer vanished like she had never been there.  There was still one sitting behind the wheel of the van, but Ingmar trained his gun on him, and he surrendered.
“We’re sorry about this,” Hassan said.  “We’ve got to stop this guy while we still can.  I hope we can talk it out later.”  They drove the van up to the gates and climbed over.  The house looked like something out of a Hollywood movie.  A sweeping balcony that faced the drive.  Underwood stood waiting for them atop it.

The City: 131: Rosario

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The Daytrippers dove for cover.  “What the hell are you doing?” Rosario asked.  She was one of the few left.  Ingmar shrugged.
“I didn’t want them to boot Dawn.”  They heard more shots, ringing through the air.  It was almost morning, City time.
The cops moved in.
They heard the sound of tiny padding feet, first one, then more, a herd of cats.  The gunfire stopped.  “What the hell?”  They heard a woman say.  The Cat Lady stood up, hands above her head.
“Those are mine.  They are a prototype AI I’ve been working on.  You see…”  Connie booted her.

The City: 130: Darryl

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Darryl backed up his partner.  “Citizens should find a safe location and shelter in place,” he said.  He left his feelings towards Daytrippers unspoken.  Dawn scowled.
“There aren’t any safe places left.  This is the end of The City.  And it might be the end of the world if we don’t boot this guy!”  The police drew their own guns.  “You will stand down or be booted.”  There was a cry from farther up the hill.  The zombies were coming.  “I will count to three.  One.  Two.”  Ingmar fired first.  Darryl and Victoria were already booted before Connie returned fire.

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The City: 129: Victoria

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The Daytrippers reached the Beach House at just about the same time as the cops did.  Traveling on foot had reduced their numbers, even with Dorothy’s traps and the Cat Lady’s spies.  The original group of fifteen was down to eleven, but they had managed to protect Ingmar and his boot gun.  Victoria practically jumped out of the swat van when she saw them.
“Where did you get that weapon?” she demanded.  Ingmar froze.  Dawn stepped in.
“That’s not important.  The CEO is the cause of the virus.”
“This is a police matter,” Victoria growled.  “You will stand down, now!”

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The City: 128: Ben

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Ben was the last one out before CPD headquarters melted down, or whatever happened to it.  They were only a handful of survivors, with a few more strung out through all The City.  He knew it wasn’t enough, but he asked anyway.  “What do we do now?”
“We’ll do what the Commissioner asked us to,” Connie said.  “We’re going to have a talk with the Midas CEO at his little beach house.”  They were able to fit in one of the swat vans that escaped the overload.  She started it up, and they slowly rolled their way towards the bay.

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The City: 127: Jess

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Once the first zombie attacked, the rest followed.  It was an inexorable tide, a domino effect.  Jess took deep breaths and reminded herself it wasn’t real, all a simulation.  She touched the bridge of her goggles, and waited for the zombies to get in range.  The team rushed past her, and the zombies were right behind.  She reached down and pulled the line at her feet taut.  The tripwire was lined with improvised weaponry that bit into the zombie’s flesh and ripped through them at the ankles.  The trap bought them five minutes before the undead found its way around.

The City: 126: Marcus

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Marcus was the first sentry to fall.  The roads to the Bay were clogged with abandoned cars, and the zombies were lurking everywhere.  They wandered around earlier in the day, but now they hid. They lurked in backseats and under bridges, waiting.
The Cat Lady summoned a small army of her artificial intellegences to scout ahead, but the zombies left them alone.  They weren’t alive.  Marcus wondered if they were the only living people left in The City.
The one that picked him off had wedged itself underneath a storm grate.  When it burst out, he stepped in its path.

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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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