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

Simon had gotten the messages, of course. Morse code from a college radio station, with a weak broadcast range. It had started out proper, quick and obviously from someone who knew what they were doing, but within the day it became more awkward, slow and a little bit jolted, sometimes with incorrect letters, making the message a bit garbled. Like someone who didn't exactly know what they were doing was just repeating the same thing over and over, probably having been taught by whoever was better. dr trapped in elrose un radio room help dr traped in elrose uni radio room help It was tapping directly on the microphone, an unpleasant sound but the quietest thing whoever it was could probably do. pouer runnin out . Simon had broadcast the information on all radio channels. With his voice, the garbled attempts at morse code were confusing and not exactly the most helpful to someone who didn't have time to sit there with a pencil and paper and figure it out. Shannon felt sick. It might have been the fact that she hadn't had proper food or water in a week, but it was way more likely it was the stench of death. Her fingers were a little cramped, which was stupid and annoying and somehow the worst thing ever at the moment. She didn't know all the letters, so she had to do what she had learned from the man currently laying dead in the corner of the radio room. Well, twice dead, really. It was hard to tell if this was working properly without the beeping of a telegraph, but she was pretty sure she was managing to get the message across. She just... didn't know if anyone would come. She was halfway through the message when the power went out, the generator finally out of even fumes to run on. She was plunged into darkness, there were no windows in the radio room. She had the darkness, a gun, half a bottle of water, and the body of a friend to accompany her into what she assumed was her inevitable death. Can't leave you here, Murphy. Get up, we're going. The grey minivan parked on the college campus had blood splattered across the front, and gunk on the wheels, though it wasn't really comparable to the dents and splatter across the front of the truck that was parked a few feet away. It was a miracle the small college was so empty of zombies, but they were around. They had to be. Enough for someone to lock themselves away in a room somewhere. But if there had been researchers here it meant it had been cleared out previously, at least a few buildings. We get in, we get the researcher, we get out. Citizen Z had given them a decent rundown of where everything was, so they knew where they were and where they needed to go. The hope was that the small group would be able to make it. 10k had already vanished off somewhere, thought they knew he'd be there when they needed him. Let's go. This place makes me itch. Addy had her bat over her shoulder, and looked a little displeased. Perhaps this was bringing back some memories, or perhaps she just wasn't all that invested. I figure if you want, I can take most of the group for this first bit, so there's enough for you to do with Murphy. Then once Shannon's joined, we can figure out if we want to character share or divvy them up, or whatever.