[ March 12th, 2020, Six weeks into the infection outbreak. ]

You're a part of The Silver Paw, you recruited just a week ago. Currently, you're resting in the bunkbed room, upstairs in the refinery, with the other nine members. The door opens, revealing Willow at the doorway.

Willow: "Alright, early birds, rise and shine! We've got another supply run to do, so go and get prepared. We're leaving at seven o'clock, don't be late. You got twenty-eight minutes."

As of hearing that, some get up dozily, and some mumble a reply to Willow's heads-up tiredly to indicate they heard her. Willow exits the room to go prepare for herself.