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

Soft groans, and gentle grumbles of protest could barely be noticed leaving the forty-two year old's slightly parted lips only if one were to listen real close, and forcus on the inmate, would they notice the small pattern of nightmares that plagued Alvin Murphy every time he closed his eyes. Due to this, sleep was generally kept to a grouchy minimum, and reserved mostly for when the group was packed up in their van and traveling under the guidance of a stranger on a radio. It took all the man's strength to relax enough once seated in the vehicle, surrounded by people he couldn't care less about - and he knew it was more than likely a mutual feeling. Even so, his 'serenity' didn't last long, not with the group so eager to take on side missions from some kid who calls himself Citizen Z. In his opinion, if they made every pit stop on the way from there to California, he'd never arrive in time to save the world. Can't leave you here, Murphy. Get up, we're going. Instantly, Murphy's eyelids slammed opened, and abruptly shifted in the seat he was currently still in. Taking a moment to gather his surroundings, and peek out the window at the obvious Campus they were on, mankind's only known hope released the loudest, most non-complainant groan of his life. Naturally, the man knew for a fact he wasn't going to be able to whine his way out of his - no matter how tempted he was to try. Warren and Garnett were too worried about him running off, or getting himself killed.. although, if you asked Murphy, he had a much higher feeling of danger following the group into whatever death trap they insisted on tackling head on. What was so dangerous about waiting in the van? Unless a horde came out of no where.. then singling himself out wasn't his ideal situation. And Murphy didn't do guns. Shrugging out of the van, the six foot three male adjusted the brown coat that clung to his torso, crossing his arms defensively over the material to show his disdain for their current situation. Let's go. This place makes me itch. A scoff eased from the back of Murphy's throat, rolling his blue eyes at the redheaded young woman only a few feet away from him. That's an understatement.. he grumbled in response, sneering slightly at their surroundings. How do we even know they're still in there, and we're not just walking into a death trap? Roberta was the first to scoff this time, eyeing Murphy with one of her hardened gazes a look that generally caused him to scowl in response, but quiet down in his complaints. Why don't I just wait in the van - keep it safe? Doc was the first to respond this time, shaking his crowbar in Murphy's direction. Says the guy who wrecked our last set of wheels from 'keeping the car safe.' Another eye roll was made, but with less of a grumble in response. Wreck one oil rig, and no one lets you forget it.. Exhaling heavily, Murphy released his arms from their crossed stature, finally coming to his senses and mentally agreeing with the situation. He was going to be dragged through it either way - he could at least try and make the most out of it. Who knew, maybe he'd find some college favors lying around if only he'd be that lucky. Even so, that didn't mean he was going to be enthusiastic about it. The fact of the matter was still very fresh within Murphy's mind, and the idea of rescuing a doctor of any kind made is stomach flip with anxiety. Just the very idea of hearing someone wearing that title automatically made his eyes squint with displeasure, and idly, a hand sipped underneath the fabric of his black tee shirt, tracing one of the many scars lingering underneath. Come on , Murphy. Snapping from his thoughts, the forty two year old lifted his gaze to Warren, who was the last one waiting for him to enter the building, door propped open with one arm. Mumbling a 'yeah, yeah' under his breath, the man closed the distance between the van and the entrance, allowing Roberta to close the door behind them. Still think we should let them rot.