"Ok then, Lusor come here"

I follow the woman, i expect being a Doctor or Sniper, i have a lot of experience spniping, even with bows

"I suppose I could take a nap while they ask you the questions, It would be bad to overreact on the middle of an interview."

I wonder what they do to get electricity or what kind of boats would them have... aaaah, old college habits. I should remember to say something about my studies.

Elizabeth enters the building, followed by the two guys. She then enters one office.

*Elizabeth* "One of you, go inside with me. The other one, wait here. I'll see you next.

She proceeds to enter the office and sits behind the desk. She turn on the computer that is in there. Not brand new, but it isn't a brick. The first thing that appears are around 50 google chrome tabs each one with an Image of bacon, the last one has a trollface.

*Elizabeth* "Goddammit Isaac!"

She closes every tab, and waits for one of the two guys to enter.

==\=Meanwhile=/==

I walk through the cafeteria, and enter the kitchen. In there I see Steve.

"Hey Steve. You aren't eating my bacon are you?"

*He turns around quickly* "Shit Isaac, don't scare me like that, and no I'm not eating your bacon.....anymore"

"Have you seen Jake? One of the guys I brought with me is acting....strange."

*Steve, now nervous* "He's on the garage, fixing something....I don't what, don't ask me"

*I leave the kitchen and head for the garage* "Ok, see ya....and STOP eating my bacon!"

"Ok then Lusor wait here, i'm going first"

I enter to the office to talk with the woman.

"Ok then i'm here, question time now"

Elizabeth looks at Bill. He seems rather....useless to be fair. Then again, Elizabeth has that first impression on everyone.

"Sit!"

He sits.

"It seems you have survived on your own for a while, and although that's an impressive thing, its not of much use in here. Tell me, what was your past job? What can you actually do?"

"Um..I was a policeman, there i was famous for having good aim with pistol, and i can be a Medic, sniper and a "chef" you know"

"Uhu"

She starts tapping the desk with her pen. A habit that she has had throughout all her life.

"Well, I'll like you to be more specific. For now, we have no need for a....sniper since we are in a island, and when we actually need one, Isaac knows how to get the job done"

The phone rings, she checks and sees its Isaac, she ignores it, knowing that its probably about bacon or some other stupid things.

=Meanwhile=

"C'mon, Liz, pick it up. Its important, there is no more bacon"

=back again=

"As for chef, we have more than enough. What exactly are your medic capabilities?"

"Um..I don't know where to start, well about 4 months ago i was with a group of survivors, and i always healed the wounds of them, like broken bones, bleeding, minor injuries and stuff, but not a cut leg, basically from 1 to 10 i could be 7."

OOC: BUMP, this was dying, lusor post something

I wake up after my nap, startled by the voices of my companion and the woman interviewing him even if they aren't exactly loud. Little habit I got into while the whole surviving thing.

Feeling myself calmer now, and a bit bored. Seeing as they gave no impression of finishing soon, I get up from my chair and write a fast note saying that I would return on a bit, I have important business to do.

Because while it gave certain defense against the weaker zombies, you wouldn't believe how hot con one get inside a freaking motorist jumsuit, and my other clothes had been abandoned on my last shelter.

Hopefully this place will still work with money.

OoC: did you call, Fox?