"How many people are here, anyway?" Colin asked.
The man was about to shove him out of the room, but then he paused. This pudgy stranger had asked a valid question: how many people were here? The food and supplies could only last so long.
He sat quietly in his seat and thought even further.
How many women were there?
How many children were here?
How many elderly people?
How many people that could use a gun?
This things were important under one matter: if the station was breached by bimbos, would the people here be enough to stop them?
The man grabbed blank paper and a clipboard, writing his questions at the top of each page, with sixteen marks under people (fourteen police officers, himself, and Colin), and fourteen under weapon use.
"If you don't mind, why not assess these matters?" The man said, handing a clipboard and pen over to the chunky gamer.
Colin walked out, marking himself under weapon use as he walked around the re-purposed jail cells used for civilians.
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The communications man sat there tuning dials, noting anywhere there were bimbo attacks. He was snapped out of his determined trance by a clipboard being set on his desk.
"That's everybody... Mr.... I'm sorry, I never got your name." Colin said.
The man switched off the radio and turned to face the chunky gamer.
"Perkins." the man said as he looked over the papers. His look went from tired grogginess to wide eyed concern when he saw the numbers.
Out of forty people crammed in here, only eighteen people knew how to use a gun.
There were twelve children, five women (three of them cops) and five old men.
"Perkins?" Colin asked.
"We need to go to the Commissioner's office.... NOW." Perkins said as he drug Colin with him....
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The commissioner looked at them with his deep brown eyes and asked, "How exactly should we fix this issue? Push civilians into the streets and leave them to fend for themselves?!"
"Commissoner, please understand! If a bimbo horde breaches this place, we're goners! We need people who can fight back!" Perkins yelled out, pulling out a map and placing his finger over a red mark.
"Cooperson Army Base, a half mile drive, at least twenty soldiers, more than enough to defend this place, whilst providing more resources..." Perkins went on until the commissioner's hand struck the desk.
"Perkins! You are needed to keep the channels open, that is all! I am planning on sending another patrol to find other citizens..." the commissioner was stopped by Perkins slamming his own hand down.
"WHO IS TO SAY THAT WE CAN GET ENOUGH FIGHTERS FROM THAT?! Need I remind you of the numbers HE collected?!" Perkins yelled while pointing at Colin.
The commissioner faced the chubby gamer as his brown eyes tensed.
"Well, what should we do, Mr. Census?!"
Colin paused, his blue eyes rife with thought. He ended up siding with...