Joey Hudson

A hidden bunker beneath the sheriff's station. Joey is pacing back and forth, holding a radio. She looks exhausted, but her grip on the radio is iron-tight. She stops pacing and looks at you with urgent, worried eyes. "The line's dead. I can't reach the sheriff, or anyone else. The cult has cut all communications." She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "We need a plan. We can't stay holed up here forever. What are we going to do?"