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"I understand." Smith looked at Gregory and nodded to him, turning and following the Overseer of Communications inside the building. He loosened his grip on the revolver slightly, observing the interior. Looking behind him and noticing the doctors, Smith strolled through the door held open by Francesca. "So uh, I suppose you'll be checking us for bite marks." Smith stated as he began taking off the winter jacket.
Gregory followed Smith into the building, sneezing again as he Francesca held the door open. He also took a moment to take in the inside of the building, looking at Smith as the man went through the door. Gregory shrugged and looked down at the tissue box. "I could use some more tissues..." he trailed off as he walked through the door. "Oh, doctors. You two got any tissues?" He glanced at Smith as the man began taking off his jacket. "Wesson, why don't you wait until we're supposed to to get naked?"
Driving up towards the former Intake & Reception Center, Daniel still couldn't get over his new promotion to Combat Overseer; it was definitely a step-up for him....on the other hand, he thought to himself as he pulled up to the back of the IRC, it was 'bout time Tegan had some responsibilities that didn't involve burning down buildings in the South Bronx, thinking back to his last supply run as the Hive's lead Scout/Scavenger. Turning the engine off, he climbed out of the truck and walked inside the IRC, wondering just who had landed earlier.
Stepping inside, he saw one of Dr. Vega's medics and waved him over. "Alright, Roner, tell me what we got," Daniel asked the medic, a former Scavenger himself who'd moved over to the Medical side of the Hive months before.
"Two newcomers," Roner replied. "The ones that flew in on that plane--"
"Yeah, yeah, I know that; Tegan and I were on the supply run that'd just returned when the plane flew over. Hell," Daniel said, sitting down in a chair before adding, "we all thought the plane just flew over and away, but then again, since they're here," getting up from his chair to walk to the mess hall to grab a bite to eat, "find out what you can and let me know, alright?" It peeved him not to know what was going on, but he figured he'd find out at some point, somehow, in some manner befitting his former position as a Scout/Scavenger....
These people were busy, but at least there was some semblence of organization. That's what she and Zeb needed. She helped him out of Daniel's truck, still shaking from his experience back at the apartments and listened to what he had to say.
"Thank you. We'll get to the doctor right away." They spoke about a plane coming in and she thought that was pretty unusual, but clever. How would they keep a plane in the air though? She assumed it was all fuel based and they got lucky flying from place to place. She didn't say anything to Zeb as they were escorted towards the medical hall to get checked out. She knew she hadn't been bitten, but what about Zeb? He ran straight up into the fray of things and she had no idea if there were biters up there or not.
Another medic brought her in and she smiled as she took off her hat.
"I haven't been bit, but I get it. Just let me know what you need me to do."
Post by Tamara "Steel Wolf" Lyell on Feb 19, 2016 4:12:43 GMT -5
Walking inside the Intake building, Tegan dodged all the frenzied activity, sat down and thought about everything that'd happened outside today, not noticing the person who sat down in the chair next to her. Looking over at her, Tegan asked, "Do I know you?" though for a moment she thought she did know her.
"Yeah, I was one of the survivors that came in the week before," the woman said, offering a handshake as they sat. "Name's Stephanie. Stephanie Harrington," she added.
"Stephanie...ahh, now I remember you," Tegan replied, smiling. "You were one of those newcomers that came in on the firetruck, right? Adjusting to life on the Island?"
"Here and there," Stephanie replied, stretching her tall, lanky frame as she sat in her chair. "I thought this place looked familiar when we got here last week; unfortunately, I spent about a month or two here as a guest of the state of New York at the time. Been helping out down over at the weapons and maintenance--"
"You mean the Scav Shack?" Tegan asked. When Stephanie didn't answer straight off, Tegan explained. "Scav Shack....the Scavenger Shack; that's what we call the Maintenance buildings down towards the middle of the Island. Its' where the Island's scouts and scavengers hang out and work at." After a moment, she added, "You thinking of joining us down there?"
"I don't know; I just wanted to help out--" Stephanie began.
"Relax," Tegan said, getting up when one of the medics signaled for her to follow her into one of the exam rooms. Pausing, she turned and added. "Look, I'm Lead Scavenger now, Stephanie; that means I decide who gets in or not. I can get you in the door....but you have to earn your place once inside. I'll see what I can do to get your foot in the door, Stephanie, okay?"
Still sporting a very blurry vision, Zeb barely stays awake on the way there. The back of his head still bleeding from the fall back in front of the apartments. They finally make it to their destination as Emmett helps him out of the truck and they head into the medical facility where they are then required to wait for a check up. Considering they were all just out in a war zone, who knows what kind of bites they may have.
Zeb keeps his head up and blinks his eyes for a few seconds trying to stay up. Thinking about what all has transpired. He woke up and started to paint. That was his morning. His normal morning. And then he and his group decided to send a young boy up on a supply run. He died. His family died. And he and Emmett was left on the new world all alone without any knowledge of what happened. That's scary. They ran into a town full of mutants and got flushed out of a building by the same people who saved them. To top it all off, he now has a knot on the back of his head the size of New Jersey. So his coping with the new world takes time and he sits there beside Emmett with nothing but silence, thinking if any good will ever come out of this life again.
Post by Francesca Bodkin on Feb 19, 2016 11:16:27 GMT -5
Rolling those blue eyes of her's as she heard the word naked. Closing the door once the two men were inside the building. Letting out a sigh as she shook her head before speaking up. "No I won't be doing the bite checks. These lovely medical staff will. So if you would follow them down to those hallways that would be great." Turning her attention toward a guard who had been trying to whisper something.
"Really? He brought in two more? Well go tell them that we will meet in the cafeteria after all the medical checks ok." Giving him a pat on the shoulder before letting him slip off on his way to tell Daniel. Meanwhile Francesca found herself twiddling her thumbs outside one of the exam rooms. "You see any other settlements nearby? Any that look like they have slaves?" Curiose to know if the Manhattan slavers had left gone for good or if something was just over the horizon waiting for night. Hopefully they had seen nothing and it was not a risk anymore. Then the thought came that what if they had just not seen them. Clearly The redhead was overthinking it all.
Smith shrugged the jacket back on. "Well then, let's get this over with. I want to eat!" He exclaimed as he strolled down the hallway behind the doctors. "I wonder what Fido tastes like." He jokingly said. Turning and going into a room, Smith then began stripping down again. He removed the revolver and placed it on the floor, dropping the heavy winter jacket on top of it. He then stretched his arms. "Been a while since I took that off." Smith looked at the doctor who had accompanied him. "So now what, Doc? How long is this gonna take?"
Gregory looked around and tossed the tissue box in a nearby trash can. "Won't be needing that anymore, then." Following Smith down the hallway, Gregory went into a room opposite the one that Smith entered, sneezing before the doctor came in. "Ech." He uttered. Gregory took a minute to take off the heavy jacket, letting it slide off him and drop to the floor. Pausing for a moment as he sneezed again, Gregory sighed. He then removed the orange turtleneck and tossed it, the garment hitting the wall and sliding down. "So, uh, what exactly is in this medical examination, Doctor whatever your name is?" Gregory inquired as he took off the sap gloves, letting them hit the ground with an audible THUMP. "And do you have anything that treats colds?"
Emmett and Zeb waited their turns to be seen by the doctor when two men, who had been there first, were instructed to follow. She wondered if new people were coming in every day of if they went on recruiting runs. Either way, her and Zeb would have to wait their turns. When she turned to look at him, he looked dazed and confused after everything that had happened. They barely had time to grieve when all this happened. She leaned back in her seat and looked straight ahead as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"This is your fault Zeb. What the hell were you thinking?"
She didn't mean to sound so strict with him, but he needed a swift kick in the ass.
"I shouldn't have listened to you. It should have been me in that hazmat suit. I could have gotten away. Sean was too young, I warned you but you didn't listen to me. And then we get to that apartment and hear some gunfire, then what? You panicked and went right into the fray of where we said we weren't going to go. I'm not going to let you get me killed Zeb."
She stayed staring at the wall in front of her when she was done with her very short diatribe. Then the guilt about how her voice sounded sunk in and it stung a little. She turned towards him with a look of pity in her eyes as she spoke to him.
"We need to listen to these people here and do what they tell us to do. This place seems safe and they seem to have their shit together."
He sat there staring at the clock as Emmett began to speak, not even laying an eye on him. Her words, they drilled through him like knives but every bit of it was true. "I'm not going to let you get me killed Zeb.". Those words stuck. Floating around in his head he knew that he in a way was no better than those mutants on the streets. He carelessly put lives at stake to save his own. He didn't think. He just acted. And that could of gotten even him and Emmett killed. It hit him hard. To know that he was once a savior, and now he's a liability.
He tries hard to hold back tears, in which he succeeds in, being the only success he's had for the day. He looks over as she explained that they should stick with these people. He nodded his head before looking back at that clock. Ticking away. He sinks his hands into his pocket to feel the emptiness inside. "I'm not going to let you get me killed Zeb.", there goes those words, with each tick from the clock, Zeb feels more and more about the situation. And what has transpired that day. He was a king locked away with a time set the whole time when everything would be taken away from him. And today was that day. Zeb made it. But those who didn't, that will forever be on his hands.
It seemed that time was moving slowly as her and Zeb waited to be seen by a doctor. Finally, they were called. More of a nurse practitioner as far as she could tell. The doctors were probably busy with more important cases of illness and injury and they were just being checked out for fever and bites. Both her and Zeb were called into the room together as a shade was pulled out. The wheels squeaked as the shade gave them some bit of privacy.
"Okay, shirt and pants off," the nurse said with a clipboard in hand. "Names."
She looked at Zeb shyly as she took off her hat and sat down to start to take off her boots. "I'm Emmett...uh, Emmett Rogers. That's Zeb Jackson." The nurse didn't give two glances as their names were written on different sheets, keeping her eyes down turned as she started to strip off her shirt and pants, leaving nothing but bra and panties in place. It was weird, being this close to Zeb with little clothing on and although they had done this many times underground, it seemed strange that they were in this new place, with new people, stripping down in front of each other.
The nurse reached to her, sticking a thermometer in her mouth as she pulled out her arms, looked under her hair, down her back, belly and legs. Most of her was covered during their great escape so she wasn't worried about any sort of bite.
"Hey, if someone is ..bit...is there a cure? Do you have an innocculation or something that you give people here?" It was Zeb's turn next for an examination as the nurse spoke.
"No." Plain and simple. If you got sick from whatever it is they had, you were dead and that scared her more then anything.
The doctor who had accompanied Smith replied; "Not long. Strip down so I can search you for bites." The man looked at his clipboard. "Your name, please."
Smith cracked his neck as he removed the remaining clothes, leaving the man in just his underwear. He slowly turned for the man in front of him. Smith appeared "The name," Smith began. "Is Newman. James Newman." The doctor checked the man for bites and then took his temperature, writing medical things on the clipboard.
Smith then strolled over to the heap of fabric after the checkup was done. As he began getting dressed again, the doctor asked him if he knew his blood type and if he'd be a donor. "Uh..." Smith paused. "I'm Type O. And yeah, I'll donate blood." He picked up the revolver from the floor and exited the room, waiting in the hallway for Gregory to come out.
The doctor looked at the gloves for several moments. He cleared his throat, looking at Gregory again. "You can call me John. This checkup isn't much. Just a bite and temperature check. And if you wanted to be a blood donor. Also, I'll need your name."
Gregory nodded as he took off the remaining clothes, rubbing his nose as he stood there in front of the doctor. "I am Gregory. Unfortunately, I'm not quite sure I recall what type of blood I have. Sorry" Gregory stood still as the doctor inspected the man for walker bites, noting the man was somewhat malnourished. The doctor picked up a thermometer and took Gregory's temperature. After that was done, the doctor said Gregory was good to go.
Toast went and got himself dressed, stifling a sneeze as he did so. Putting on the sap gloves last, Gregory went into the hallway to find Smith waiting for him. "Well, let's go to the food place and ea-" Smith was interrupted by a sneeze. "eat some food, yeah?" The two walked out the door and meandered over to the mess hall, mainly guided by smell.
After going through the obligatory medical and bite check exams, Daniel stepped out of the exam room, feeling good that he'd passed another exam. Walking into the mess hall, he grabbed two small cans of vienna sausages along with a cup of hot coffee and walked over to an empty table to sit down. Leaning forward, his elbows on the table, he thought about the day's events in his mind; cracking open one can of sausages - thank heavens for pulltabs! he thought to himself - he ate a couple of sausages as he pulled out a small notebook from his shirt pocket; opening it, he got to work jotting down notes of things to discuss with Francesca at the first opportunity, figuring the sooner he got things written down from the day's supply run, the better.
As the nurse came in with instructions, the two proceeded to strip. Zeb took a minute, catching a glance at Emmett's near naked body before taking his shirt and pants off, sitting back down on his chair. He then waits his turn while the Nurse checks up on Emmett, giving her valuable information. If you get infected, you die. This terrifies him. When that walker earlier that day nearly ate his face off, it's blood dripped on his face. Is he infected? What will they do to him if he is? He begins to breath hard and panic as she comes to check on him, putting the thermometer under his tongue and then checking on the knot on the back of his head as well as any other marks/bites on his body. "Is...getting bit the only way you can get infected?" he said in a desperate attempt to calm his nerves.
The nurse looked at him before back at Emmett seeing the curiosity ooze out of their pores, and responded with, "No. We are all infected. The turn only happens if you get bit or die."
He couldn't believe what he's hearing. Him. Emmett. They are all infected. Their fate is to walk the streets as a mutated monster feeding on innocent lives. The nurse hands him an ice pack before telling them both that they are clear. He puts his clothes back on and leaves the room, waiting on Emmett.
Post by Francesca Bodkin on Feb 21, 2016 11:19:46 GMT -5
Francesca waited for the two men to finally be done with their exam. Giving a smile as they walked out clothed rather then nude which was great. Rare times when she had seen people without commen sense or simply were very comfortable with their bodies.
The mental image crept into her head while opening the door to the cafeteria letting the full smell of food hit her nostrils. Blue eyes glancing over toward the serving line with a smile seeing more fish then meat was always good for guest. Usually they found the transition to pet meat to be rather unsettling.
Sadly they would be told that the Hive wasn't the hiltons and that it wasn't that bad. "Yeah get some food fella's. Sit with me. We need to talk more" She gave a shrug once she stopped at the back of the short line for food. Taking a plate and napkin before having some cooked fish and sides given. Grabbing some untensils before sitting at the lone end of a table. Waiting for the two so her question could be asked. Spearing the cut piece of fish before placing it in her mouth eating as she waited.
Smith got in the food line and grabbed a plate for both him and Gregory, handing the man his plate as Smith went and got double servings of fish and sides. Picking up a napkin and some utensils as he exited the food line, Smith strolled over to Francesca, taking several bites as soon as he sat down. "So," Smith said after he had finished chewing. "What do we need to talk about?" Smith shoved several more bites into his mouth before wiping it with a napkin. "This is the best meal we've had in a while. Thanks." Smith raised his arm up for Gregory to notice him.
Gregory rubbed his nose as he followed Smith to the mess hall. Unlike Smith, Gregory's nose was clogged and his sense of smell wasn't that great. As soon as they entered the place, Gregory's eyes were glued to the food. His stomach rumbled. His food vision was interrupted by Smith handing him a plate, which he eagerly accepted, grabbing double the food one would normally get before snatching up a napkin and utensils. He thanked the food crew before turning around to see Smith had vanished. It took him a moment to find the man waving his hand, so Gregory went and sat down with him, only noticing that Francesca was there after having eaten for half a minute. He rubbed his mouth with the napkin.
Post by Tamara "Steel Wolf" Lyell on Feb 22, 2016 0:23:29 GMT -5
Stepping out of the exam room - nothing wrong yet again, she thought - Tegan walked over to the mess hall, her stomach growling from all the adrenaline that'd been pumping through her out on the supply run. Grabbing a plate and fork, she helped herself to fish with rice and vegetables, along with a glass of water colored Kool-Aid cherry red, which never failed to cause her to muse silently whether they'd used that stuff years ago in Jonestown or not.
Plate and glass full, she made her way over to where Daniel was sitting; as usual, he was sitting, small can of sausages open, coffee cup nearby, jotting down a copious number of notes. Sitting down, she greeted him and added, "So, what was this promotion you were telling me about out on the supply run today?" pausing to take a large bite of fish as she waited for an answer.
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