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

While useful for survival, wit is probably not great for self-defense. He accepted the gun and she offered a tiny smile. Murphy didnt immediately shoot her or look like he was going to, so that was a good sign. It had been the proper choice. Her gesture of trust had been accepted, and in return she got one of nonviolence. Not necessarily acceptance, but she hadnt received aggressive mistrust in return. Plus knowing that with a weapon and alone he wasnt trying to turn things on her let her know that as displeased as Murphy might be. He wasnt actively dangerous. Didn't make the air between them feel any less strained, but Shannon at least felt comfortable in her belief that she'd be safe with them. At least, safe from them, nobody was really safe. She made sure to get her weapon back when Doc reappeared, tucking it into her belt. It was a weird to have it like that, but having a gun at all felt abnormal. The last few years had really pressed in that weaponry was for the guards. Maybe if that hadnt been the case, things would have worked out better. On the other hand, maybe they all would have freaked out and shot each other. They probably hadnt needed ways to kill each other. Death had happened anyway, on several occasions. Violence was part of the world now. Even for a bunch of skinny, scared scientists who stayed hidden in buildings with guards. While they walked, she made note to talk to Doc later about his actual qualifications. Most introductions had gotten done on the road, but she hadn't really dug into what exactly he was a doctor of . The door closing behind them was a little bit of a relief, and Shannon helped to move a bookshelf in front of the window to provide a little bit more protection. They seemed not to want to block the door, which was probably logical. For a moment she'd considered suggesting it, and then realized that the more doors were blocked, the less doors they had to go out of. It was a little bit of a catch there, but she figured that they favored running over trying to bunker in and wait things out. It hadnt really occurred to her to think about where she was going to sleep. Wherever nobody else was, Shannon had figured. On a couch, in a living room chair, on the floor with a blanket if that was what was left. She had no pull, no claim to anything, so shed just go where it seemed like she should go and do what it seemed like she should do. Murphy had the couch when she came downstairs, which made the floor seem likely. That was fine. Well it wasnt great, but she wasnt going to complain. Shed had quite a bit more time sleeping in beds than any of them, she figured. Her expectation had been that if anyone was going to agree to join her it would be Doc since he was one of the ones who'd been the most openly friendly and wasn't currently upstairs with a potential significant other, so when Murphy spoke up and said that hed join her though not quite as enthusiastically as that she looked a little bit surprised. That wasnt who shed expected, but she wasnt going to protest the company. The drawers were a good guess, she figured. That was where theyd been kept in her house. Maybe cupboards, but that would come second. So Shannon started pulling open drawers, sifting through everything in each one for anything that could be useful. Scissors, rubber bands, things like that. At the question, she looked up and paused in her hunt. Zip-lock is preferable, followed by clean bread bags, some people stored them, maybe grocery bags. Trash bags would work, but theyre the least preferable. A lot of the clothes upstairs are still pretty clean, for the apocalypse, anyway, I can cut them into strips and seal them in the bags and the group will have decent bandaging in case someone gets hurt. Dusty but unused is better than a lot of the other options. I dont have a wide variety of skills out here, but I can prepare as much as possible for people in case of an emergency. Her small focus was rare and valuable, at least. She could learn to be good at killing zombies, and teach medical preparedness that they might not have picked up on. Maybe some kind of surgery kit could be put together, though Shannons skills for that were pretty minimal. Shed dug a few bullets out non-lethal places for soldiers and stitched up a few cuts, and that was it. This wasnt exactly what shed gone to school for. Its probably the best way I can pull my weight. Prepare them for when and if she wasnt there. And if she was there too, she supposed. It would make her job easier. also obviously those rare pain killers, leftover antibiotics, disinfectants, pills in general. For pain, sickness, and blood pressure, mostly. What about you? He had made it pretty clear he wasnt here for the same thing she was looking for, which meant he was just coexisting in the same space and looking for something else. I keep having this heckin angsty thoughts but theyre all season 3. On the less angsty, if we get to season 2 in our story that means eventually we get to the Zeros. Which means everybody is clean and in very flattering clothing for a brief while, though Im not sure black leather is a look Shannon enjoys wearing.