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

THE BOAT SIZE DOESN'T MATTER, BBY, IT'S THE MOTION OF THE OCEAN What do you think? Garnett asked Roberta, casting a quick glance over his shoulder towards Addy as the redhead made her way up towards the straggler. Farm land's bound to have something - anything - we can use. Plus it'll be big enough for everyone. Might get a decent nights sleep for once. The coast guard gave the woman a cheeky smile, arching his brows a little playfully in her direction before the brunette gave him a soft shove, causing him to wipe the look off his face. Yeah, sounds good. Lets just hope Murphy learns how to make friends.. responded the woman, starting to finger out the route in direction Shannon had mentioned. Garnett shrugged his shoulders stiffly, eyes peering towards the van as Shannon retreated back into the vehicle, almost feeling sorry for the close proximity she had to carry out with Murphy. It'll be a long drive. He'll get over himself. Within the back of the van, Alvin Murphy's stance was rather lacking - his eyes were nearly glazed over as he glanced up at the ceiling of the vehicle, and the look of sheer and utter boredom that lingered over his features was more than obvious, even at a quick glance. A small part of him had thought about pulling out Doc's deck of cards, something to amuse him, but a blur passed the corner of his eye, breaking his thoughts. Snapping back to reality, Murphy's blue orbs hesitated for a moment on the newcomer, trying to find any spec on her person that would prove just how vial his gut was insisting on being true. Almost like her name tag would specifically read, 'Shannon Hastings, nominated for most evil scientist award.' The woman sat down, and for a moment, Murphy was able to pry his eyes from her, not wanting to get caught looking at her. Instead, he positioned his eyes directly ahead, fingers smoothing out to grip the collar of his jacket, folding it further up a bit uncomfortably. She said your name was Murphy, right? Thank you. Murphy damn near flinched as soon as Shannon's voice broke the silence within the vehicle, his head snapping quickly in her direction, body slightly shifting to put more space between them almost like the sudden voice was a physical weapon, capable of being wielded and stabbed into him. It didn't help that she was saying things he definitely wasn't used to hearing - a thank you? The man actually let a scoff escape in response at first, taking her mannerisms as something too good to be true - there was no way this stranger was extending kindness to him . No one did that. Ever. Is there anyone who needs medical attention of any sort? Pausing, Murphy's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked to Shannon, trying to get a better feel for the angle she was trying to play. They had just crawled across the city to get to the Campus she had been stuck inside, all because a cracked out lean-bean told them it was crucial over a radio. And now, the woman they rescued was asking him if there was someone she could help tend to? Maybe the dehydration was getting to her.. Murphy refused to believe she was interested in doing good for the sake of it. Unless you've got a psychiatric degree to go with that lab coat.. the man trailed off, hinting more so towards the fact that he thought everyone in the group was more injured in the brain, than physically. What were you doing in there, anyway? he asked abruptly afterwards, eyes flashing back towards her own, eyebrows following together as he looked at her. All of you, I mean. Murphy made a wide, exaggerated flail towards the open door of the van, making it obvious he was talking about the group she'd been with, and as to why they'd been at the Campus. They wouldn't have been here from the start.. that many zees, Murphy honestly doubted a lot of people survived on the College Campus when the outbreak first happened. So that meant that they had probably migrated here after some time - for the labs, probably. But who had been in charge? Scientists didn't just come together to form an anti-zee society in this day and age.. Hey, the kid's back! exclaimed Doc as he pushed off the side of the vehicle, raising his arm to wave towards 10k. The sharpshooter gave a nod in return, smiling softly at the warm greeting from the older man. Tossing the gears he'd looted into the back of Roberta's truck, he was quick to follow suit, kicking up off the pavement to take a seat in the truck's bed. With the last portion of their group back and ready to go, Roberta and Garnett gathered the few supplies they had had to use like the map, canisters, etc., and started to get settled into their transportation. Allowing Garnett to take the lead with the van, Roberta was quick to follow close behind, the direction of their travels carrying them in the direction of the farmland Shannon had suggested they check out. From the moment the vehicle had started, Murphy did his best to maintain most of his weight against his side of the van's window, leaning a little more into it than he generally would've. Cautiously, whenever he felt like Shannon or anyone else in the vehicle was indifferent about what he was doing, his light blue orbs would slowly shift to glance at the mysterious woman from the corner of his eye although, if one were to catch him in the act, they'd see a very conspicuous-looking Murphy, peering over the popped collar of his jacket in Shannon's direction.