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[Shy Shay]

"I was, ah, trying to avoid mentioning it. But yes, I did notice that 'Bert' isn't exactly the most proper name for a girl. However, just so we are clear, I won't force you to change it. It's your choice, not mine or there's." He nods. "Now, if you'll excuse me..." He leaves and gently closes the door. "Aten-hut! Time to prepare of dinner! All of you lazy slobs, get cracking! We're gonan feast tonight!"

[muffinstud]

She nods back and heads deeper into the kitchen. A little bit later, she comes back out, with a plain white apron this time, and a platter covered in huge, thick steaks steaming from the grill. "Come and get it! The steak, I mean!" She sighs as she thinks of how Kyle might try to misinterpret her words again. She brings the platter to the table and leans down to set it in the center before taking Bert's usual seat.

[Shy Shay]

Mason grunts in appreciation, and starts digging in.

Samuel and Kyle are giving each other cruel glares, biting into the meat viciusly and not caring for anything else around them.

Cain nods. "Thank you, Bert." He takes a tast. "Delicious as always."

[muffinstud]

"My name isn't Bert." She breathes deep and gives Mason a small smile. "I had a good talk about change today. So, if this is going to be who I am, I need to change my name." She swallows hard and looks around the table. "From now on, I'm Beatrice." She nods, getting herself used to the name as well. "But call me Bea for short, okay?"

[Shy Shay]

The whole table is silent. Well. Except for Mason, who is still eating.

Kyle smirks. "Want me to help you adjust to your... 'other'... new feminine parts of life?"

Samuel just stares at her dreamily. "Beatrice... lovely..."

Cain gives a short nod. "Bea it is." And then he cntinues eating.

[muffinstud]

Bea holds up her knife and smiles at Kyle. "Would you like me to adjust your face?" She pokes it towards him and then tears into her steak, trying to hide the frown and blush she got from Samuel's response.

[Shy Shay]

Kyle raises his hands. "Woah, didn't mean nothing bout' it, babe. Just offering." He starts eating his steak.

Samuel blinks out of his daze. "So, Ber-Beatrice, how are you copeing? It must be tough."

"Yeah, tough like becomeing a butterfly from catterpiller." Kyle mutters.

Cain sighs as he eats. "You don't have to answer them if you don't want."

Mason is... well, being Mason. OMNOMOMOMOMOM

[muffinstud]

Bea sighs. "Don't worry, Cain. I'm okay." She takes a bite of steak and moans softly as she enjoys it. "It is tough, Sam. There are so many little things that just feel off. I didn't realize how much I took my old body for granted." Another bite, another delicious sound. "But there's no way around it. This is me now, I guess. I just have to man up and get used to it."

[Shy Shay]

Kyle stares and drools at the moans. "Oh, man, I wish I caused those..."

Samuel baps him on the head, an unusualy aggresive move on his part. "Shut it! Don't be rude!"

"Hey, just saying the truth! No need to get all upset about it! What, do you love her or something?"

Samuel blushes. "I... I..."

Cain gives Mason a look. He slams the table, and all conversation ceases. Cain speaks up. "All conversation about this topic is over for the day. We ALL need to get used to this, not just Beatrice. Understand?" He gives a glare all around. "Now we are lucky enough to not ONLY be free of zombies, but to have meat for AT LEAST a week if we ration it properly! I do not one to here ONE MORE WORD from anybody in the company of Beatrice unless she specifically asks for the rest of the day, if not the week! Kyle, control yourself or I'll remove all of your porn magazins for a month! Samuel, I know you have never had a girlfriend, but that is no excuse to hit Kyle over the head! ARE WE CLEAR!!"

Kyle and Samuel nod, bashfull. Mason doesn't let it interfear with his eating, however. At least HE is grounded.

Cain sits back, sighing. "Sorry about that, Bea. What do YOU want to talk about? And please, keep it unrelated to the recent... change... you experanced. I don't want any more fighting, if that is all right."

[muffinstud]

Beatice blushes deeply and stares at her plate. "I'm sorry. I guess I wasn't helping either." She grumbles and talks to herself. "Stupid voice..." She clears her throat and looks back up at the group, letting her gaze linger on Cain for a bit. "You said something that reminded me of something I was thinking about earlier today. When was the last time we saw one of those things? It's been almost a year, right? We still need to be careful, but this is a sign that we need to start thinking about expanding. If we're going to find other survivors, we need to have a secondary outpost or something. Plus, it would be nice to have somewhere we could grow food, instead of having to scavenge like this."

[Shy Shay]

Cain takes a bite. "A zombie? Yeah, it has been. A second outpost is a good idea, and growing food is even better... but we need to find a good area for it... we don't want to be vunerable if we just drove them underground or something. As for food, that is even tougher... Samuel recently did a few tests, and lot of the soil is..." He snapes his fingers, thinking. "What was it?"

"Devoid of minerals necasarry for growth." Samuel speaks up, still looking down, like Kyle, to embarresed to look up.

"That's it. So we need to find a good spot for an outpost, and we need to find a good place to grow crops, but those need to go secondary until all of us are confident that the zombies are gone for good. For now, we need to scavange. The meat will help us for about two weeks, but we still need the other stables, and we need to be sure that we don't let our guards down.

"That said, I believe that the zombies are scarce enough that we can go in groups of two or three. Kyle can go solo." It is well known that he is the best zombie fighter in the group. He's easily as good as Cain and Mason combined. "That does NOT mean that we cna let our guard down, however." He takes another bite, momentarily silenced.

In that silence, Mason speaks up, surprising everybody. "I belav' tha' we should stick togethar an' make sure tha' we ain't gettin divided. We are fightin' for the first time in three years. So' now we all need ta' stick togethar'."

[muffinstud]

"I agree with Mason. Infighting will just tear us apart. Remember the burned down outpost we found that one time? No way zombies did that." She takes a bite, but makes sure to keep her enjoyment to herself. "We are our own worst enemy right now. As for the ground, there's a solution for that. It's not very tasteful though. All we would need to do is move the septic tank to where we want to expand and unload it. About a week later, and the ground should be plenty fertile."

[Shy Shay]

Cain blinks. "That's... wow, that's rather brillant, Bea. I never would of thought of that." Now that is saying something; Cain usually thinks of most anything. He ascepts help, but he almost never needs it... and he does usually edits it heavily when he does.

[muffinstud]

Bea blushes brightly and tries to pay attention to her meat. "Thanks. So, we'll scavenge and explore for a week then? Or are we going to keep laying low for a bit? Either way, I need to raid a clothing store, and soon."

[Shy Shay]

Kyle looks like he is about to say something, but a look from Mason shuts him up right quick. "I think we're going to go raiding; it's been long enough, I say. No need to stay underground when we haven't seen a zombie in a year. Besides, we REALLY need to start finding other people..."

Everybody knows what he is saying... the future of the human race. You can hardly repopulate with one girl and three guys.