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Coming directly from a zombie apocalyptic world into a 'fake' world run by aliens, that just so happened to be glitched with zombies didn't settle very well in Rick's stomach. Obviously these aliens weren't keeping tabs on their captives. Either that, or it was an experiment. Whatever it was Rick had noticed that plenty of the other inhabitants had little or no experience fighting zombies, much less defending themselves. And that was perfectly normal.

What bothered him was that there seemed to be no defense or enforcement group. Not only for law, but for the protection of others. Rick wasn't about to just come in and try to direct--that wasn't who he was. His concern was for his fellow city-goers. If they were stuck here they may as well have some sort of establishment. At least, that's what he'd like to have happen.

But since he was new, and very polite, Rick would make sure that he ran this by the others in Taxon. It was a decently sized place, he knew little to no one, and there was possibly other officers he could co-op with. Which is why he took out his device, took a breath, and put his thoughts to word. "I haven't been here long, but it's in my understanding that there isn't any sort of lawful or defensive establishment in the city. I understand that we aren't exactly in control ourselves...but given the recent circumstance, I think it's something that we should consider. While we may not have complete control of our lives at the moment, we can at least try and be organized."

He paused, taking a breath and swallowing. "It may save more lives next time. So, what I'm asking is, is there anyone else out there--officers, policemen, whomever, who would consider setting up such an establishment?" Another pause. "And before I forget my manners, my name is Rick Grimes. Former sheriff's deputy."

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Paul waves a hand at Rick's well-meant apology, settling back into his seat with a weary sigh.

Regarding the fingerprints, he went on, "Yeah. If something happens-- break-ins, whatever-- I'd at least like to have the option to rule out people using physical evidence. Right now, in terms of all the infrastructure we are used to having in the real world...? We have nothing, no criminal records, no databases of any sort.

"We are all also operating with the left hand not knowing what the right hand is doing. Example:

"On my arrival I was greeted by another.... cop--" (simplest way to describe Cain) "--who was very helpful in orienting me to basic facts of the city, he'd been here longer than me, all that. I found out about vampires due to another citizen, and it only came out very recently that this other cop of mine didn't know about them, despite having been here longer.

"So the sort of problems we're dealing with here are the lack of communication, that's a big one. There's been.... one stab at organization, but it didn't get very far.

"Our lack of infrastructure and organization is evident in other areas: the zombies, for instance. In the real world, we have things like 911 emergency services to help alert people to threats. Here... nothing. We're going to have to create these things from the ground up. Organize patrols, maybe."

Silently Rick wondered if this other 'cop' was the same man who'd helped him when he first arrived. He would have to make a point in seeing if it was, and if he'd like to help. But it was alarming that someone who had been there for so long wouldn't know about the vampires. It was either a case of them minding their own business...or being sneaky. He would wait to pass the judgment.

"And even then, things like that were no match for zombies." He replied with a sigh, forgetting that more than likely the 'world' he'd come from was not the same as everyone else's. But the information was true. "But you're right. Even something as small as patrols would be one step in the right direction. If anything, from what I'm gathering, we won't be able to lay down a jurisdiction. But at least we can offer aid and protection to those who need it."

"Yes, definitely. Only major difficulty I can perceive with this is that Taxon's a reasonably large city and while there are more cops and similar types here than can possibly reflect a random population sampling, there's still probably not enough of us to watch everything. But as you say: doesn't mean we can't try."

Paul digs for his cigarettes, lights one from the pack.

"Anyway, sometime today maybe--" if I can bring myself to go outside "--I'm going to be scouting out defensible buildings. It doesn't even have to be zombies next time-- what if they throw, hell, something as simple as an earthquake at us? I want buildings that can serve as hold points in the case of actual threads, and as supply depots if the power goes out again like it did. Water, non-perishable foods. Sound like something you could see your way to lending a hand with, Deputy Grimes?

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