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Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya is found working in the streets when you arrive. She is pissing the ghouls off by blocking up a house where the window was broken out. She has to hammer their hands as well when they grab for her. "Back damn you!"
Conway Conway is patrolling the beat in Roswell, simply walking around to see if any trouble is amuck while he carries his shotgun over his shoulder. He spots Zealot infront of some of the windows, watching ghoul hands pry for her as she attempts to repair the breach. He crosses the street, running up to her with lightning speed to meet her aid. He uses the butt of his shotgun to slam against the fingers and hands of the ghouls as they attempt to grab her.

"Forsaken bastards!" Conway continues to slam the butt of the shotgun on the hands of the ghouls, trying to provide Zealot a gap of time to board the window up while he fights them off like a zombie movie.
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya shoves the board up once Conway gives her purchase. "Good good just help me hold it!" She pounds in the first nail while the ghouls fight against being imprisoned.
Conway Conway slams his shoulder into the plywood she's attempting to nail up. He leans his body weight on it to prevent the board from being jostled out by the pissed off ghouls inside. He keeps his right shoulder pressed against it, reaching for his leather holster with his unoccupied left hand. He pulls out his .45-70 six shot revolver, raising it at an angle underneath the plywood. He pulls the trigger on his revolver, letting bullets fly inside to hit the forsaken.
Zealot Shreya There is a groan as one of the beasts takes a bullet and the others swarm around it to work at the breach. Fortunatlely Shreya is working like a demon and finally the window is boarded. She slumps againsy the wall breathing heavily as they pound on the now secured window.
Conway Conway keeps his shoulder on the plywood for a moment with his smoking gun in-hand, watching the exhausted Zealot slide down the wall. He takes the opportunity to back away from the boarded window, reholstering the revolver on his side. He slides down the wall beside Zealot, equally exhausted. His heart is pumping and he can hear it in his ears. He wraps his arms around his knees, trying to relax. "Y'alright, eh?" He asks Zealot, looking her up and down.
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya nods while she catches her breath. "We should put a few more planks up. Should be easier now. The damned are hungry."
Conway Conway nods a few times, placing his hands in the dirt to get into a recovery position and stand to his feet. His shotgun dangles over his shoulder and infront of him, making a metallic jostling noise as he rises back up. He grabs the hammer from beside Zealot, and a two-by-four out of a scrap wood pile, angling it over the scrap of wood they just nailed. He nails it over the window, reinforcing the previous board they put on.
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya gets up after a second or two to help you. Holding the boards while you nail them in and getting more once they are anchored to keep it going. "That should be enough until the pyre," she decides aloud. "I will be happy when this city is done."
Conway Conway hears 'pyre', that's a word he hasn't heard in awhile. "Yes, yes. The excavation of these forsaken is imminent." He mentally calculates in his head what all has left to be done with the construction of the forsaken removal device. "Just need to add the wheels and create the doorway mount." He approaches the boarded doorway of one of the houses that hold the mean 'ol Glowing Ones. He stretches his arms out wide, trying to measure the door with his wingspan.
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya nods. "And we shall need some kind of flammable liquid and something dry. Did you purchase the hay I requested?"
Conway Conway smiles, turning towards Zealot away from the doorway. He places his hands in the pockets of his khaki uniform slacks, nodding his head. "I ain't got no need to purchase it. I own an expansive farm, we've got our own hay. Tons." He rocks back and forth on his heels, still hearing the coo of the Forsaken in his ear through the walls. "We're covered for flammable liquid, too. I've got those barrels of kerosene and gasoline in the trailer. Anything with a high flash point will work great."
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya breathes heavily. "Well I think we should like the path to the incinerator because there are so many ghouls. In some houses only ten or so, in others it gets ugly. So we cant expect them to all fit. We can also shoot through the bars if we need too: Fire is unpredictable at times."
Conway Conway itches the corner of his mouth with his index finger, slowly nodding his head. "The cage should have a capacity of a few hundred if it's really crammed, but we're going to have to empty it each time we go to a different house." He readjusts his shotgun on his shoulder, letting the sling hang in a more comfortable position. "By the Grace of Atom, all should be well."
Zealot Shreya Zealot Shreya follows along beside you. "That is the intent yes. Remove the dead to make way for the soon to join them. Their misery will at last be at an end and they may be reunited."