z_jay | [video | Nov 4th

[A slightly fuzzy but then suddenly crisp clear face appears, looking into the screen with barely-there nervousness. He wasn't camera shy, but there were things out here that he should be anxious about being found by. Clears his throat softly before speaking, glancing off quickly to one side when he heard something move in the distance]

Ah, hello. My name's Eugene and I have a request, for any listeners out there...

[Pauses a second to gather his thoughts, brows knitting together as he gives a thoughtful look to something behind his portable... book thing. Tablet?]

I apologize if I've... wound up with someone's stolen tablet--

[Laughs a little nervously but continues on]

But I could use some help out here. Ah, I'll give it back? I didn't actually steal it, I sort of found it... out here. In the woods.

[And hopefully the owner of said tablet wasn't already dead. Hopefully he wasn't alone. The thought makes him swallow hard]

I'm gonna look for a stick in the meantime. Thanks in advance! Stay safe out there!

[Grins a little but it's obvious he's unsure, waving his fingers next to his face before cutting the signal]

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Oh, this... huh... I woke not long ago. Wow, you all have internet here?

[Excuse him if he sounds genuinely shocked]

Everyone? But who...

[What kind of person left an electronic journal with a guy who had no leg in the forest?! A damn hoser, that's who.]

Never mind. Ah, I can't actually walk... so I'll need a hand if you can send some help?

We have journals that connect to each other. Can't exactly check out YouTube though.

[Clint sighs softly.]

There's a village in the compound too. Lot of people and...

I'm guessing you have no idea where abouts you are? There's a lot of ground to cover.

Oh... well, it's certainly a step up from Rofflenet...

[pauses and licks his lips, laughing on a soft huff of air]

Not unless you can track me down by this journal. Is it... safe? I mean, if I make noise, will it attract attention?

...I have no idea what that is.

You might startle a few birds and woodland creatures but if there are people near you might help them to find you.

So... no zoms? What township am I near? You don't sound like New Canton...

[He's so full of all these questions, realizes he's getting ahead of himself]

--What's your name?

...Zoms?

[He goes a little cold at hearing that but that's over now.]

Luceti. This place, it's called Luceti and it's nowhere near anywhere you were before.

Clint. Clint Barton.

[Did Abel get overrun by some organization? The theories popping in his head now were dangerously close to something father Michael might say and that worried him.]

Mr. Clint Clint Barton...

[trying to insert some humor here, he seems to have said something that was a sore spot. He could understand, the zombie situation took its toll on everyone...]

Never heard of Luceti. Where is it close to?

Cute.

Agent Barton, if that's easier.

[He's amused more than anything though.]

Who the hell knows? It's an enclosed compound. There's a forcefield around it. Nothing gets in or out without our captors say so.

[Pauses and is a little apprehensive in asking about captors. That was better than zoms, but... not by much.]

Alright, Agent Barton it is. Admittedly, sounds cooler than James Bond.

[Clears his throat again and maybe he can be heard gulping, looking around, which is why his voice fades in and out-- initially mumbling to himself]

But... who could take out the entirety of Abel Township? I mean, we're not big... Ah, sorry. It's just pretty confusing. I fell asleep in a place I knew and now I'm in a place I definitely know I wouldn't be. With wings.

[Okay, then the thought crossed his mind]

................Can I fly?

Much cooler. Bond is an amateur.

[He loves making fun of Bond movies.]

So did everyone. Last I remember before I woke up here I was in the middle of a fight somewhere near New York.

...no, you can't fly. If you practice, you might manage to hover.

[Laughs, a warm sort of familiar laugh since well-- this was kind of his voice in the dark right now. Joking back and forth was really what he needed now... what without his ever-present companion since...]

I am certain that people would disagree with you about Bond, Agent Barton.

[fight near New York? Reputation of that city meant he was probably the sort of guy to get into a scuffle-- or maybe he was on the job? Suddenly he wasn't so certain but he wasn't alarmed, just intrigued]

...Sorry about the search thing. Landmarks? I could uh...

[Doesn't want to tell him he has no leg, that sort of made people a little weird]

You say there aren't any zoms, which I find hard to believe because they always show up when you think there aren't any. If you're a runner for Luceti I'll find a way to make up for the lost resources. Just please don't leave me out here.

Anyone who wears a suit to fight in consistently has obviously never been in a real fight before.

[Not that it couldn't be done, but they weren't all that comfortable.]

You're not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy.

There are no zombies. Not in Luceti. And they found a cure for the virus that caused the outbreak in the other enclosures. I was there. I saw it.

[Careful Agent Barton. Eugene's heart nearly stopped right after mention of the cure. For the virus. He even completely forgot about the Kansas commentary on account of he wasn't American, had no home in Kansas.]

............A cure?

[No, really, he can't wrap his mind past that yet]

Well, yeah. It was a close thing, but the researchers managed it. Good thing too. The Malnosso were gonna bomb the other compound.

.......Where do you get this cure?

[Still focused on that, could say he sounds a little desperate]

Not sure. You'd have to head to the medical centre I guess. Not like anyone here is infected.

[Although the kid sounds pretty desperate about it.]

...I'll do whatever it takes, to get found, to get the cure. Whatever.

[Probably not the smartest thing to say to someone he doesn't know but... a cure for the grey plague-- it was more valuable than all the diamonds in Africa or something. Priceless]

I'll come out looking for you and let some people know to look too. Can you see mountains, and if you can, which direction are they in?

All I see are trees, but I'm near a stream of some sort.

[Pauses as his blood runs cold, remembering stories of people on the road who would claim to help if you sent your coordinates, but would wind up robbing and killing instead...

The promise of a cure was simply too good to be true and he quickly thought better of revealing his whereabouts]

Actually, I see someone coming around right now! Thank you for your help but I'll be fine, Agent Barton!

[No ifs ands or buts, he's already closed off communication, heart racing]

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