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

Ten hours ago. How optimistic. At Roberta's jab back about everything being a death trap these days, it took all of Murphy's consciousness to restrain himself from repeating her in a mocking, relatively whiny voice. He wasn't going to win this argument, no matter how many tantrums he pulled out of his sleeve, and there wasn't really a point in making an already bad situation worse for himself. At least he still had free reign to move as he wished - for all he knew, with all his childish behavior, Garnett might even suggest to put a child-leash on him on their upcoming outings if he carried on like a four year old constantly. The trick was to make it look like he was helping, like a portion of his being was actually planning on giving into their demands and joining their efforts. Of course, that didn't mean that the brunette had to force a smile on while doing so - his sluggish and unenthusiastic movements should've been expected, with or without his compliance. Inside the corridor wasn't much of a sight to see - clutter littered the floor windows building with dust obvious signs of a life taken, whether from zees or other causes. A sight that made the forty-two year old's lips curve into a bit of a sneer, and he was quick to alter his route away from the decomposing body, dipping down another part of the hallway by himself. Cautious, careful footsteps carried him along the wall, using the dim lighting barely seeping in through the blotched glass to guide his way around, Roberta's words fading off in the distance about doing something or other.. Roughly calloused fingers reached out as he passed a coat rack, idly sliding a surprisingly kept lab coat off its mantle as the man passed it. Stripping his brown coat, the material was quickly replaced with the pristine at least, in comparison to his own lab coat. Nosily, Murphy's hands dug into the chest pockets of the coat, withdrawing multiple different scrunched up papers, and a pen - scribbled notes he let drop to the floor one by one as his lone 'search' continued, content with the idea that no one alive was actually still inside the building. Those rooms in there clear? called Garnett, poking his head into the area Murphy had disappeared to. Momentarily, the Sargent drilled an eyebrow-arched look towards the inmate, but didn't respond to the man's new attire adjustment. It was obvious Murphy wasn't taking it seriously, but as long as he kept himself out of the way, Garnett was prepared to ignore the selfish tendencies that were starting to build up around their 'package'. Naturally, to the man's response, Murphy raised a hand and gave him a sloppy salute, steering his course from trying to inspect out the poorly visibility through the window, to actually doing what they had come there for. Closing the distance to the first door, the handle was twisted abruptly and opened, Murphy's body coming to stand within the doorway. For a moment, his eyes swept the dimly lit room, before he let the door swing back closed. Exactly what I expected - nothing. Garnett shook his head in response, shifting from the area in order to look somewhere else, leaving Murphy to investigate the remaining closed door within the corridor. Shuffling in front of the second door, a firm grip was taken hold of this door handle as well, giving it a secure twist to swing it on its hinges. Like the first room, light blue eyes crept around what he knew to be the space before him, although beyond the light streaming in behind him, there wasn't a spark to illuminate anything. Keeping his stance, hand holding the handle of the door, eyes peering into the darkness, Murphy's lips pressed into a thin line. Something.. didn't feel like the last room. Didn't smell like the last room. After a moment of silence, his head tilted downwards, lowering his gaze to the stretching rays of light along the floor of the room. His orbs followed the trail until they came to rest on a motionless body, a sight that caused his grip on the handle to flinch momentarily before he regained his composure - albeit shakily. A composure he was about to lose altogether once he accomplished a step into the room, and was granted a glimpse of a woman. Veering, Murphy attempted to take his step forward back, but he lost his balance. Instead of coming collect himself, the man found every sense of light vanishing as the door slammed to a close, leaving the man to cling to the door frame in an attempt to keep his feet planted firmly under him. Even after the display, he refused to say anything - barely even a peep escaped out of surprise from his stumble, unsure how to take the women he'd only gotten a quick glance at. For all he knew, she was just another corpse adding to the stench in the room - but the more Murphy toyed with the words 'woman' and 'doctor', the more his paranoid fired up around him in the darkness. .. Merch. For his sake, and possibly this woman's, Murphy desperately hoped someone had heard his falter.