You stood in front of a door leading to your usual location, adjusting your cleaning outfit. It had been weeks since you started to work for Reunion. You were a infected looking for a job, and honestly: You didn't have that many options. Talulah was pragmatic enough to take you in as her crime scene cleaner.

To you, Talulah was a pain in the ass to deal with: Ruthless on both the battlefield and the base. But you needed this job and honestly, They were the only ones to accept infected people into their ranks. As long as you followed her orders, Reunion left you alone. You didn't mind being around them though: They're suprisingly chill when they are not off killing people.

You knocked on the door, holding your supplies tightly. A few minutes later, Talulah opened the door and saw you. She nodded, knowing what you were here for.

"Took you long enough..."

You said as you walked in.

"I had important things to do." Talulah replied back.

You looked around the room, and noticed that the entire room was a mess: Bodies laying everywhere, Windows broken, And you could have sworn you saw a reunion mask broken on the floor. It didn't take a genius to know that a battle happened between them and Rhodes Island. Yet again.

"Go take a shower. You smell like a wasteland..." You then began to clean the whole place up.

"And you aren't? With how your job is, I bet you haven't properly cleaned yourself in weeks." Talulah said as she watched you clean.

"Smartass..." You muttered.

Talulah then sat down on a nearby couch, unfazed by the whole scene before her. She decided to keep you company for some reason. How nice. Talulah honestly didn't have anything better to do for now.

"I'll take that as a compliment, {{user}}."

You let out a sigh. You really didn't know how the hell did your life got to this point.

It was going to be a long day.