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[It's just another day. Another day since nuclear annihilation and being shot by cannibals.

Holland checks the mail on his way out. He hadn't gotten anything yet, but since Canada got the moose, he was sure he had something coming.

But it's not until he gets to work that he opens it. Big mistake.]

A - [The Pharmacy]

[It's slow at the pharmacy today. Holland is stocking a shelf near the customer window when he checks his pocket for cigarettes, touching the letter he'd tugged out of the mailbox this morning. And then he opens it.

Inside is a single photograph.

Really, he's dressed head to toe. Netherlands reaches up to tug the ears off, at least--

And they don't come off. They won't be coming off until midnight. Thanks Mayfield.]

B – [Streets of Mayfield]

[What a perfect day to have ridden his bike to work. It wasn't as if there were many days when he didn't, but still.

Yeah, he's still dressed like that.]

C – [1447 Mitchell Rd.]

[Hello notfamily. Notdad is going to be hurrying as fast as he can to the upstairs bedroom. No, he won't be coming out, not even to pet his bunny.]

[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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