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

i kno0o0o0w. i really need to stop being such a procrastinator. it's not like i do anything anyways. There was almost a sense of dryness about the way the new member of their group explained her knowledge about how the brain worked her gesture to the clearly ceased corpse and the follow-up he's not much help anymore almost had Murphy's lips cracking in a lopsided, weak grin. That is, if his general mood hadn't been overall swayed by the fact that he'd knew he'd spend the next hour or so in the back of a van, sharing a seat he would've preferred to be kept to himself. It wasn't all that reassuring to learn that her medical expertise didn't rely within the mental aspect, either this meant she did something else, something that wasn't psychological. Shannon did something physical .. much like Merch. The quiet speculation made his eyes slightly narrow, but otherwise remained unphased in his expression. It didn't make her guilty of anything, after all - there were a lot of people in the science and medical field that had been seeking to do good, especially around the time the shit hit the fan. Murphy just wasn't ready to trust someone in a lab coat on a whim, no matter how alluring to his eye. As the woman beside him began her explanation of what they'd been trying to accomplish, his expression grew slightly tired. She drawled on a first, making it a point to supply him with information that he couldn't care less about - it was quite obvious that they hadn't know what they were doing. Everyone was now dead, or walking among the corpses properly given mercy. Those weren't distinct signs of success. But he remained silent, surprisingly, and was rewarded with an actual response to his leering question. A slightly unsettled breath released when she finished, but it was almost clear by the way he shifted that the male had almost been expecting to hear something more.. forward, and horrifying. But who would admit that so openly, especially when they were outnumbered? Pressing the question would only make things unnecessarily amplified, and since forty year old had already seemed distrusting enough, Murphy let it drop in silence. Never had the male assumed that the stranger beside him would shift from her resting position after the engine of the van had roared to life she looked nearly asleep, finally able to shut her eyes with the safety net of their numbers. If anything went wrong here, it wasn't just Shannon with her back against a wall in a black-struct room. So when the van dipped into the pothole, and the woman's eyes fluttered open, he was frozen. Her gaze shifted to meet his own over the collar of his jacket, and his lips pressed thinly together behind it, faltering on what to do. The doctor only offered him a smile, and erupted a question in the silence that had fell among the bodies within the vehicle, finally forcing his head to pivot, and his eyes immediately thrust to his window, arms crossing in an almost sheepish way. When no one immediately answered back, Murphy sighed, and cast a quick glance in Shannon's direction. Cali, an indifferent tone replied, eyes coming to focus back on the passing treeline. Gotta work on my tan. From the front of the van, Roberta's eyes came to peer into the backseat with the help of the rearview mirror, gauging the duo. We were told about your SOS from a friend of ours calls himself Citizen Z. the co-leader of the group informed, figuring it was probably appropriate to at least fill her in on their sudden rescue. Murphy couldn't hold back the slight scoff that left the back of his lips from hearing that ridiculous nickname once more, rolling his eyes despite the fact that the likelihood of someone seeing it was slim. Was there somewhere you needed to be, anyone you need to contact? Given how long it'd been into the apocalypse, Warren wasn't crossing her fingers on the latter being the case, but the question was still offered. So long as it wasn't out of their way to California, it was the least they could do - after they dropped Murphy off, there wasn't much left to do beyond survive. A settlement between here and there was bound to come into play, as well. It wasn't likely that this stranger would take too well if she found out about Murphy's condition - and their overall goal. His small release of California had been enough to make the woman shift in the driver's seat a little nervously, thus the reason she'd taken control of the conversation. One she was happy to continue to dictate until they reached their destination if need be. Crawling up the elongated driveway to the farmhouse, Roberta pulled the van in beside their truck, cutting the engine. Either vehicle remained motionless as the headlights severed, scoping the area for any signs of movement due to their arrival. The sun had begun to disappear over the horizon, granting that if anything had seen the light of their cars, it would've been drawn closer. Alright Mack, Addy, you two with us. We'll split up to cover more ground. Shifting to glance between the driver and passenger seat, Warren's eyes set upon Murphy and Shannon, offering a gentle smile. This shouldn't take long. 10k'll cover anything incoming just stay inside. Flicking the snap-button on her machete's holster, Roberta stepped out the van and withdrew the melee weapon, Addy and Mack following close behind her to join up with Garnett. The group was sectioned into three duos Mack and Addy scouted the surrounding yard space Cassandra and Doc were sent to the barn and Roberta and Garnett at point towards the farmhouse. Ten Thousand remained on the back of the truck, his rifle at arms reach in cause anything was beyond his sling-shot's radius. Murphy's blue orbs were glued to the window the van, flickering towards every lick of shadow that moved or tree brush that caught his attention. The thought of something slinking up the side of the van was intent on remaining in Murphy's frontal lobe, causing his breathing to slightly quicken with fear. Generally, waiting in the dark alone would've been nearly alright for him it was a safe space, quiet, with no immediate danger in sight. But after his adventure at the Oil Rig, and Doc's inconsistent yammering to just be cool, man had left an uncontrollable urge to flee in his bones. How was this situation going to be any different, despite the number of zees in the area being relatively low in comparison? Swallowing thickly, it wasn't until Murphy had finished shifting the lump in his throat that he realized he'd started to hold his breath. Slumping back in his seat, hands coming to pull over his face for a moment in an attempt to calm himself down, it was more than obvious that he was rather disturbed to be left to whatever means could possibly happen the very thought of how Shannon could be perceiving his nervousness didn't even occur to the felon. The sudden noise the van's back door being pulled open instantly had Murphy flinching, eyes whipping open from their semi-closed state to focus on Doc's face as he poked his head into the opening. We're clear. A bewildered gasp erupted from the forty year old as he failed to sputter a coherent curse, head falling back against the headrest. Needing a moment to compose himself, Murphy waited until Shannon was long gone from the seat beside him to climb out and join the rest of the group. As they shuffled their bags and necessary items needed onto their backs and within their hands, Murphy couldn't keep his eyes from glancing over his shoulder, scoping the area with an consistent look of disdain. It wasn't until Roberta called out to him that his feet had remembered how to carry themselves in front of the other, and the forty year old followed the group into the farmhouse's foyer. Once inside the safety of walls, Murphy's demeanor was quick to change inwardly forcing himself to shrug off the horrifying memories and put forth his front. I call dibs. Addy instantly gave the older man a face, her and Mack already working on carrying their things up the stairs to seek out a room. Good luck with that. Naturally, fighting those two for a room would be a losing battle. He just didn't want to be anywhere near the duo after they had retired to their privacy.