{EDCT} Burried Under

[Penelope Adams]

Why was Penelope here? That, ladies and gentlemen, was an incredibly well-rounded question. After all, the prude of a future journalist wasn't exactly the kind of person one would expect enjoying some time away, away from computers and internet. And truth be told, it wasn't. In fact, Penelope hated everything and everywhere she didn't have a shower where she could clean herself off of. She was spoiled - had been since the day her two gay dads had adopted her. And she was fine with that.

Now, to the reason as to why she was here - well... Research. She'd come to learn that necessarily evils were actually a thing and she had to overcome them, one by one.

Sitting down, she sat by the outskirts of the camp, looking at the various people milling about. She had her phone in her hand, desperately trying to find signal, but there didn't seem to be any. At least not from where she was sitting. Ah, well. It was foolish to think there would be.

Hearing approaching footsteps, the brunette glanced up, only for a second before her brown eyes dropped back to the phone in her hand. "Yes?" she asked dryly, assuming whoever had walked up to her wanted something and the sooner she could be done with it, the sooner she'd be left alone.