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[deathpending]

Good evening. I am Dr. Jonathan Reid, of London, England. I arrived here as I imagine many of you did, through those ghastly eggs.

Should you need a field surgeon or a physician's services, I offer both freely. You may find me in the infirmary or reach me through these devices. I regret that I have no resume or other prior reference to offer, only that I served in the War, and I'm accustomed to making do with very little.

Thank you for your time.

Comments

[sunmon]

How are you against giant moles?

[deathpending]

Never met one, but I am certain I would prefer not to!

[sunmon]

Most of the people in the aid station ran into them. It was less fighting and more a stampede.

[deathpending]

Should we adjust to living with them long term?

[ He noticed no corpses, no weapons turned on them, either. ]

[sunmon]

They're hard to kill.
We've been trying to relocate them. They're devastating to the supplies.

[deathpending]

[ Hard to kill, for a soldier. For a vampire, nothing is. Jon ponders a moment, and, ]

That means they've been after essentials?

[sunmon]

They're just animals.
They're hungry. No different than bears in the woods.