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[Sorry to make a new post so soon. . . ]

( Holland's Dream. )

[A few days later]

[A] - all over town

[It's only a day or so later that he'd desperately looking for Hilda and Canada. Holland will be riding his bike as fast as he can around the town looking for them. By now, he's sure he doesn't believe Mayfield, and even if they weren't real, he misses them and wants them back.

Eventually he brakes slowly, to a stop. Maybe he was just tired but--

No. No, he can't quite remember who it was he was looking for. He'll remember, briefly, a conversation he had with the little girl, Yamame, then swallow and ride slowly back to the house.
Something was wrong. Something was missing and something was wrong, and he just couldn't remember.]

[B] - The Park

[Holland is sitting in front of the Christmas tree in the park. He looks relaxed, almost casual. It might almost be hard to see the axe that he's holding in his lap. He hasn't been able to figure out why he's so upset at the moment, but what matters is he's very upset.]

A - Mitchell Rd.

[When Holland wakes up that morning, he gives Canada a little bit of an extra hug, surprised she's not already awake and cooking breakfast like she usually did. Then again, they hadn't had power in a few days and it was better to stay warm, stay together. That's why they'd been sleeping in the kitchen together, with all the blankets and pillows they could find, and a fire going in the oven.
The broadcast is what wakes him up. Not to mention the surprise of having power, of not being freezing cold . . . he's worried. When Canada gets up, he'll simply look at her warily.

Eventually, the worry gets the best of him and he takes his rabbit to his room, locking the door to be by himself for awhile. The idea of the drons of Canada and Hilda were too much for him.

The drones were still creepy, no doubt.]

B - Still in the house

[A little later, once Canada and Hilda were outside, Holland will sit down and start writing down the names of those who the broadcast mentions. When he comes to certain ones - Lucas, The Captain, Romana, Germany, Australia. . . and of course Canada and Hilda. It's hard to know if this is something the down is doing or if it's permanent.
Maybe it's not even real. He'll unlock the front door. Feel free to visit.]</small>

C- Phone call

I don't believe Mayfield. I don't think anybody should.

[It's just too painful to think of Canada, Hilda, Lucas and everybody gone.]

[A] - Phonecall home for welljustwatchme and/or backinblackcity

Canada? Hilda? If one of you are there you should say so.

[B] - Phonecall

Hello? I need-- I need someone. It's strange . . .this is Netherlands and I'm at the pharmacy; there's--

[And he's no longer on the line.]

[C] - The Pharmacy

[Yes, he went to work this morning. He went to work most mornings, though not as often as he had when he first got here. It wasn't rare for him to take two days off in a row . . . but this wasn't one of those times. Too bad. What he first notices are customers coming into the store . . . but not leaving. They weren't lining up at the counter either, the drones were simply there.

Of course, it was hard to miss when a few started attacking the others as well; definitely impossible not to notice when a moment later one of the drone co-workers got bit on the arm. Bit?

Yes, bit.

And tried to bite another drone. Okay. After hauling the drone co-workers over the pharmacy counter, Holland slammed the glass windows shut and locked them, locking the door that led behind the counter as well. He had just enough time to make a few phone calls before he heard glass breaking; there were drones in the hallway and the only place he could go was the broom closet, locking the door. It didn't seem like anything would get to him any time soon; the drones seemed weak and more brainless than usual. It wasn't as if he'd never seen a zombie film, he just hadn't quite connected things in his mind. . .hopefully somebody would come. He had his handgun on him, but only a few spare bullets.]

[They never drank the milk; they hardly ever took it inside, Holland making sure to put the bottles into the trash bin unopened so Canada and Hilda wouldn't have to deal with it. There was something satisfying about the crash the glass made as it shattered. This morning was no different, save for the ugly postcard that went into the trash bin right along with the bottle of milk.

Netherlands was always a willful and stubborn nation; the droning doesn't take effect until he's at work at the pharmacy.]

[A] The Pharmacy [Open; especially to coworkers]

[Holland was exactly the kind of person - er, nation - you'd want working in a pharmacy. The attention to detail and the careful organization made him a great employee who was really useful and rarely made mistakes.

But shooting the drone woman who'd pestered him about filling her order too slowly was probably a mistake. The hand-gun was the one he'd kept on him since the murder competition; he'd taken it right out of the holster he kept at the small of his back, held it over the counter and pulled the trigger. ]

I'll be damned!

[He gives a short chuckle, shaking his head and smiling sheepishly as if he'd only just done something minorly careless and not actually lodged a bullet between the woman's eyes.]

It's a perfect day to spend at home with the wife and kids, right? I won't be back until tomorrow.

[And he's closing up his counter, about to head out the door with an easy smile.]

[B] Walking Home [Open]

[Target practice! Approaching him constitutes a very serious risk to your character; be advised.]

[C] 1447 Mitchell Rd. [Residents and neighbors]

[Nothing was better than walking in the front door of his own home. Where was Maggie, and where were the children? They'd be glad to see him home early; maybe they could even take a trip to the park or the pool!]

Maggie? Maggie, are you home?

[If him calling Canada Maggie wasn't hint enough that he's been droned, the cheerful tone and effortless smile on his face are. His shirt is covered with frightening streaks of blood.]

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