Thread: Nobody Likes Doctors -- Z-Nation [sixlikesgore & Virginia Greene]

Some of the rooms had zombies in them, in labcoats, two were in military gear. It seemed like theyd tried to quarantine. There were seven or eight in the hall around the corner, and they were handled with ease. It turned out that the reason that perhaps there werent more was that one of the doors on the other side of the building was open, and when the wind blew a chain clinked against a pole. That was a zombie attracting noise, and Garnett shut that door quietly and carefully, to make sure that nothing came in from the outside. Because there were. a lot more on the other side of that now closed door. He managed to get it very slowly, though the noise attracted a few, which would definitely rile up the others. They had a time limit now. When Murphy opened the door, Shannon immediately lifted a hand, shading her eyes and squinting. Hello Then the door closed again, plunging them into darkness that she was suddenly ill prepared for after a blast of brightness. Her fingers scraped against the desk as she fumbled for the gun. When she found it, she had to run her hand over it to find the safety, which was undone with a click that seemed way too loud. He was alive, but hed just shut the door and left them both in the dark. She didnt like that at all. It wasnt exactly a promise of safety. There was no real reason to close the door. Unless outside was dangerous or he was dangerous. Neither of those was good, both of those were probably good reasons to have a weapon in her hands. ' Merch '? My name is Shannon Hasting, she said cautiously, looking towards the little bit of light that she could see coming from underneath the door. As long as she could see feet blocking that, she knew about where the man was. I was sending out messages. For help. Was it him? He looked more like some kind of degenerate, but she supposed she couldnt really judge someone based on looks three years into the apocalypse unless they had something ridiculous like blood or war paint? War paint made of blood, that would be bad. Will you please open the door? She sounded hesitant, nervous even. Her grip tightened on the gun a little bit and she looked a little nervous, though her expression couldnt be seen in the dark. Then the door opened, slowly, at first so that zombies couldnt rush it, and then more quickly. Murphy? Thought I saw you go in here. Robertas eyes immediately fixed on the frightened looking blonde woman. You the doctor? She got a slow nod in return, and swung the door the rest of the way open, Im Lieutenant Roberta Warren. The name tended to help a little. Most people at least casually still accepted the military as a good force, most units hadnt turned to causing active harm as far as she knew. Put the gun down. Shannon did, and then carefully stood up, wobbling a little bit. She hadnt completely realized how thirsty she was until that exact moment. Good find, Murphy. Roberta wasnt about to question why the man had closed the door and put them both in darkness, she didnt always understand what was going on in his head. He was kind of a weirdo, Not survival smart, either. Come on out. We got water and a car. Murphy, give her a hand if she needs it. He was the one who wasnt gonna fight, so if the doctor was wobbly, he was in charge of her. Theres a bit of a party on the far side of the building, so were going back out the way we came. I'll be alright, Shannon reassured.... whoever might care. I've just been cooped up for a while. She didn't even know how long. She picked the gun back up and clicked the safety back, offering it to Roberta, who shook her head. Alright, looked like she could keep that. Not that the thirty seven year old was sure she'd be any good with it.