It's been a long day. A very, very long couple of days, really. And Connie was sick of seeing people die. Something had to be done. The people needed out of Bavan, or at least a way to keep the mannequins off them for as long as possible so the rest of the population could get to the safe houses. Plus, judging from a few firsthand accounts of people who had come to Bavan in the hope of safety, this was all just the beginning.

So Connie has a plan. A stupid plan, but a plan nonetheless. She quietly swipes a radio from one of the groups of humans that were jam-packed into the warehouse, and finds a miraculously quiet corner to turn it on. "Hello, Elias," she says, her voice coming out broken, raspy with fatigue, "I... I don't even know where to begin.

"Things are really bad right now. Really, really bad, and I can only think of one way to make them even a bit better." She lets out a rattling sigh. "So, um... I pledge myself to your service. Please. I need your help."