Thread: puppies and kittens // virginia greene & sixlikesgore.

His eyes were open. That was good. That meant he probably wasnt dying. Or at least he wasnt dying quite a fast. He probably wasnt gonna turn on the boat. It was about that point that she realized that they hadnt patted him down or anything. Not that guy whod just been pulled out of the water and had been injured was probably going to be able to take down four people in the boat. He spoke, and she frowned slightly. Doc ? Roberta ? She assumed that Doc was a doctor, and offered a weve got a doctor. Not really, but they had someone who was the best they could get in the apocalypse. They had a dental hygienist who had read the books they could get from the library, which was probably better than a lot of people had. He at least had some pre-apocalypse medical and drug experience. The water was concerning. Could he still die if there was water in his lungs when he was out of the ocean? Probably. So Willa tilted his head back in the CPR position because everyone had been taught that, unsure if it would help but pretty sure that it wouldn't hurt . When they got to the shore there were three people waiting, two men and a woman. The woman swapped places with Willa, who jumped off the boat, handing her a bow and quiver of arrows that she slung over her shoulder, eyes immediately starting to scan the beach for any dangers. One of the two men stepped into the boat, pulling the unconscious skinny teen up and half carrying him out of it. They should invent some kind of stretcher transport, Willa thought to herself, but that would require at least two people who couldnt be fighting because they had something. This was less good for their current rescuee, but it meant two people with weapons, which was just safer for everyone. He got shot. I think recently, or it opened up again. Also was in an explosion, Im not sure what that did. So be careful with his head. In case he was concussed. She only had basic concussion knowledge. He mentioned a Roberta, I think? So there might be another person out there. She didnt sound hopeful, but having the name of a potential person out there was different than just thinking of them as bodies. He was brought up the museum, the doors unbarred and opened for her and the men she was with. 10k was moved quickly into one of the back rooms and put down on a mattress. The closest thing they had to a doctor looked him over, and bandaged him in wrappings made from cut up shirts. Light streamed in from small windows that were at about head height, and a little more was added from a candle that Willa had with her. She chased their medic out and closed the door, making sure that someone would be hanging out near the other side in case something happened, and then started to hunt around, just looking for things to take up her time while she waited for the stranger to wake up. They had so much goddamn stuff. For a while she read a book that had been brought down and left, but the plot was nonsense and honestly, it wasn't all that well written. So after a giving it a good ol' try, she dropped it in a box and went back to looking through things, pausing every once in a while to get a better look at the man on the mattress, though she never turned in a way that didn't allow her to keep an eye on him. When he coughed she perked up, looking over from the box that shed been digging through. Theyd combed through all the cardboard boxes filled with. things a million times, but occasionally something caught someones eye, or they thought of a way to use something theyd seen before. Right now the hunt was for metals and fabrics, or even just paintings that looked like they could be stitched together. She had a knife in her belt, and one hand drifted towards it briefly, just as an instinct. He wasn't turned and he wasn't immediately up on his feet trying to do something weird, so she just waited, watching until he spoke. Hi, she said a tiny bit cautiously, stepping out from behind the stack of boxes and the small canoe that was just gathering dust there because it wasnt great for taking out into the ocean when there was the danger of zombies under the surface of the waves. With wariness came a sort of intense gaze, her dark eyes focused entirely on him and nothing else. It wasn't an... unkind expression, but it was the face of someone who'd do what she had to if he made her. You're at the Beachside Maritime Museum, she said, and then realized that might not mean anything to him, and clarified, uh, its our safe camp. I guess if you wanna get super specific, youre in the storage room in the back of the museum. Me and fishing crew pulled you out of some debris after an explosion. We brought you in and bandaged you back up. Sorry its dusty, we dont have a quarantine area for people with wounds this bad. I wanted a door between you and everyone else just in case. It was logical, fresh zombies were faster and in an enclosed space they could do real damage to a group. One made more, after all. Im Willa. She didnt bother to tell him hed been searched, while unconscious, because he hadnt had any weapons on him. It had been a man though, because personal privacy still meant something to them. Do you need anything? Weve got food and water. Nothing for the pain though, sorry. Maybe some advil, but that was for her people. It would have sounded bad to say, but that was how the world worked these days. Her people over strangers, she had to be that way. It didnt seem necessary to pull her position in the group, he didnt need to know that, not now. Didnt even know what was going to happen with this guy. There was more sympathy in her face now, and she took a few steps closer, hands casually in a place where he'd be able to see that she wasn't holding anything dangerous.