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The screen is black for a few seconds. There's static and a loud thump as the video starts, followed by the sound of wind whistling past. A dull monotone plays in the background; it takes you a while you recognise the sound as rapid-fire speech. The language sounds foreign, but it's too muffled to clearly make out the words. The image zooms forward and back, focusing on the pavement. From the lighting, it seems to be late afternoon in the cityscape. The tips of two red converse slowly slide into view, unfocused, and then focused. "Yep, Erin. Go for it." sounds a muffled male voice - presumably from the person operating the camera. The view pans up to a dark haired girl who chews her thumb shyly. She's in her early twenties, slender. Her chestnut eyes lift up to meet the camera's gaze for a moment, curious. A second figure stands quite close to her, their back facing the communicator. All you can make out clearly of them is a ponytail. The dark haired girl narrows her eyes carefully, addressing the stranger. "OK, wait, can you say that again? De nuevo por favor." There's a pause, and the woman starts to speak again, gesticulating urgently with her hands. "La ciudad esta vacia. Calles vacias, casas vacias. No hay nadie aqui. No hay nadie viene por nosotros. Lo siento." The camera jostles. "What the hell is she saying?" chimes the male voice fustratedly. There's a pregnant pause. "She's uh... she's saying there's no one here."

[/b] The girl turns back to the figure, tucking her hair behind her ears. "Usted debe estar equivocado, yo no lo entiendo. Donde estamos?" The image shifts in and out of focus. The woman's shoulders lift in a shrug. She glances over her shoulder, and you finally get a glimpse of her. She's middle aged, with a few streaks of silver in her hair, latina. Her glasses are pushed half-way down her nose. She has frown-lines. She glares balefully down the camera, looking straight at you for countless seconds, and then suddenly and violently pushes the communicator out of her face. There's a flash of sunlight, and a side shot of a building. You can hear the sound of hurried footsteps. "Shit, I think we spooked her. Hold this." There's a rustle and the video feed dies.[/font]
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There's no audio to this video, and the camera is on an odd angle. The film is grainy, though you can make most of it out. It appears to be a couple talking in an abandoned cafe - the dark haired girl from before, assumedly Erin, and a blonde haired man. They are apparently unaware of the recording. Both are hunched over their drinks, staring at the table, appearing to discuss something quietly with each other. The video remains like this for the duration of about ten minutes. Finally, they get up to leave, and the girl reaches for her communicator. The video winks out.

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"-on't be gone for long, promise. Okay? ...Erin?"

[/color] There's a long pause. If anything, it allows your eyes to adjust to the dimly lit room. Cardboard patches the windows, along with paper clippings, obscuring what natural brightness there might have been outside. Dust particles float in what light remains. The building looks grim and desolate, abandoned. A fake cardboard ghost has been propped up in the corner. The first figure, the girl, has her back to the blonde man, facing the camera. She looks down past whatever the communicator has been propped up on. It's honestly hard to read her expression. Eventually, the man shakes his head, opening his mouth to say something. He smacks the wall with his elbow instead. The girl cringes, looking up. Suddenly, she notices the red recording light. She swears under her breath, snatching it and turning it off.
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