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"It's...it's inside of us..." She looked at Zeb with a shocked expression and blinked several times as he seemed to hear the same thing she heard. They were both dumbfounded as they stood there half naked. Emmett was already nearly dressed and Zeb was still in his underwear when the nurse finally said something.
"You know, we have other people to get to. Please get dressed and head to the mess hall. Look for Fran. She can help you."
Emmett finished getting dressed as Zeb did and when they were ready, she headed towards the mess hall with Zeb in tow. She needed a little help to get there, but when they did, she could see a number of people arriving and leaving and it seemed like an endless supply of food that was being cooked. She was so used to rationing that she knew she wasn't going to eat much. Zeb, probably a little more.
"Zeb, I think that's her." She didn't want to think about what the nurse had said, but it was something they had to. She looked at the woman named Fran and leaned into Zeb to speak quietly. "Do you think we should ask her about what the nurse said? Is it a disease?"
In between bites of sausage, Daniel sat back and spoke. "In case I hadn't mentioned it before, with my promotion to Combat Overseer, it means someone had to fill the position of Lead Scavenger.....," pausing to take a sip of coffee before adding, "which is you, Tegan. You've got the mindset for it, you certainly know how things with with our scouts and scavengers and everyone looks up to you, so it was an easy decision..."
Noticing her somewhat shocked expression, he added, "Don't give me that look again; you know I'm right, Tegan; you also know you're the best one to take the position, period." Then Daniel smiled and said, "Besides, I gotta' have someone leading the pack down there that I can trust, right?" drawing a laugh from Tegan as they sat. After a few moments, he leaned forward and asked, "So, tell me about that MD-500 you've been working on the past couple of months; how much longer do we have to wait before you can put that eggbeater in the sky?"
Post by Tamara "Steel Wolf" Lyell on Feb 22, 2016 23:36:52 GMT -5
"Well, that's good to hear," Tegan replied in taking bites of food from her plate. "I thought you were going to throttle me out on the supply run earlier after I lit that one house up--"
"Yeah, I was just going to say," Daniel replied. "The spotter teams out on Wards Island report that there was a multi-building fire that came out of that; granted, I know you probably did it out of love for Queens instead of the Bronx--"
"Ha!" Tegan said, laughing at Daniel's subtle dig towards her old borough. "Just wait til' I get that chopper up in the air." After a few moments, she blew out a long breath and continued. "We've got everything installed; just have to take it through a dry battery run, followed by fluid checks and a priming of the oil and hydraulic systems. After that, I'll take her up in the air." Pausing to take another bite of food, she added, "Daniel, it will be good to finally get up in the sky once more, you know? If there was one thing I truly loved doing, its' flying....whether it was in the Army or as a private contractor, it didn't matter; I just wanted to fly, period. Capiche?"
The two enter the cafeteria and Emmett points out Fran, the woman the nurse had advised them to see. As they inch closer Emmett whispers to him asking if they should ask her about the disease. Of course Zeb's mind is racing. He's heard that he is sick. His eyes are even searching the room for a hazmat suit. With no luck he attempts to whisper but the eagerness in his voice is too much. "Yes we should." Not even thinking about all the mistakes he's made due to not thinking first that day he walks up to Fran's table and sits down in front of her.
"Your doctor...she uh....she said that we're all sick. And I don't see a single hazmat suit or hand sanitizer in the facility. Would you please elaborate on that because we...Emmett and I, are very very confused. We don't want to wake up in the morning as one of those mutants." He leans in to hear what she has to say while catching his breath from speaking so fast. Trying to listen to her response, Zeb attempts to pause his anxiety for a short moment, wanting any good news he can get.
"I understand," Daniel said, smiling as he leaned back in his chair, finishing the last of the sausages as he sat there. Taking a sip of coffee, he tried to work the kinks out of his neck as he looked and saw both newcomers they'd found from the supply run enter the mess hall. Leaning back forward, he whispered in a quiet voice, "Okay, quick question: the two newcomers, Tegan....what do you think of them?" asking his first question as Combat Overseer and putting his new Lead Scavenger on the spot.
Post by Francesca Bodkin on Feb 23, 2016 8:58:34 GMT -5
Smiling as her eyes watched the men stuff their faces. They probably hadn't had a solid good meal in a while and the behavior was perfectly normal. Silently she waited until one of them asked her what she meant which brought her hands to be folded on top of the table as she talked with a hint of strictness. "Well for one thing I would like to know of the settlements you have seen and their nature? Good, bad and whatever they are" Giving a shrug of her shoulders. Cracking her fingers and neck with a roll of her head before seeing two new faces approach.
"Common curtesy is to say names first before asking a question but I'm not going to hold that against you since this is are first introduction" She smiled, leaning back in her seat roses her arms over her chest with a raised brow thinking about why they would ask a question. It had been two years of this shit. The redhead almost expected everyone to know a thing or two about walkers but that is why they had the school program. Switching those blue eyes between Zeb and Emmette before answering. "We are all infected. Bite and scratches seem to cause a fever and eventual death quickly." Pausing to let that information fester. If they had to been told already. "Hazmat suits? We bathe here if we get it on us. Besides if you find yourself in a jam you can coat yourself in that shit and the dead can't tell the difference." Tapping her finger on her lower lip as she wondered where the hazmat idea came from. "You two were in one of those survival bunkers huh?" It was the only answer that could work unless these two were really stupid or scary lucky in the undead ruled world. As she spoke her hand reached into her pocket taking out a sticky note and writing school program on it before doing the same to another and placing it in front of Zeb and Emmete. "Mostly for children or teens but you two need it. Help you get caught up" It felt weird giving that instructions to adults but it seemed it had to be done
Smith looked over at Gregory for several seconds before stabbing some fish with hos fork. "Well, Francesca, I'm gonna be honest with you. We haven't seen a whole lot of human activity where we've flown. Nothing," he gestured to his surroundings. "Like this. At least, still running. We've flown over joints that were overrun with the rotting bastards. I think there's still a few holdouts standing, but Toast and I haven't seen them. If you want, we could do some more flying around and report our findings back to you." He took several more bites of the fish. Smith laughed a bit when some random guy came up and asked about Hazmat suits, turning away to converse with Gregory. "So, Toast, I think I like it here."
Gregory shrugged, nodding along to what Wesson had said as he resumed dining on the meal in front of him. What his copilot was saying held truth; although Smith had more experience with anything dealing with the undead out of the two. His head jerked up when he heard Smith offer to fly for this group. Gregory wasn't against this, but damn it, did it hurt to ask? He jumped a bit when someone abruptly sat down beside him, dropping his fork. Sighing as he bent down to grab the fallen utensil, he noticed two people were eyeing him. Waving slightly, Gregory wiped off the fork and went back to eating. Without breaking eye contact from the food in front of him, he replied to Smith's comment. "Yeah, I am too." He chewed a bit before swallowing. This fish was pretty good.
Post by Tamara "Steel Wolf" Lyell on Feb 23, 2016 23:50:24 GMT -5
"Emmett and Zeb?" Tegan said, thinking about them for a few seconds as she thought about Daniel's question. "Emmett seems alright; good head on her shoulders....the other one, Zeb; I don't know...seems like a flake, but what do I know?"
Finishing her her plate, Tegan stood up from the table. "Well, I'm going to head over to the Maintenance area and get a few things done, then turn in for the evening. Night, boss," she said, walking away from the table.
"Night," Daniel replied as his subordinate headed out of the mess hall; sitting back in his chair, he finished jotting down a few more notes before finishing his cup of coffee. After a few moments, he decided he'd talk with Francesca tomorrow rather than add to what looked like an already busy plate, noticing the small crowd around her. Time for some shuteye, he thought, walking over to drop off his cup for the mess hall crews to wash out and dry. Tossing his now-empty cans of sausages in a nearby trash receptacle, Daniel walked back over to the table, grabbed his weapon and gear and proceeded to exit the mess hall and walk to his quarters for the night.
"Yea, sorry. I'm Emmett, this is Zeb. And yea, we bugged in when all this started but we didn't really know what was going on. I mean, we listed to the radio underground and everything, but soon, it was all gone."
She reached a hand behind her neck, rubbing gently as she listened to the explaination. They were all infected and there was no getting around that. Like a virus that was passed from patient zero to everyone else, except they were all that patient. It was clear how uneasy she was to hear that and Zeb certainly didn't like it either.
"Sorry, this is all kind of new to us. We were pretty safe until..." She looked at Zeb before turning back to Frannie. "Yea, you know how things go, I'm sure."
She stood there awkwardly for a long moment not really sure what more she could offer this woman.
"Do we ...ya know..work or something for the food and beds here? Are there jobs that need to be done?"
Post by Francesca Bodkin on Feb 27, 2016 13:52:53 GMT -5
Francesca looked over at Smith with a growing smile as he suggested an idea that was for got since hearing of the plane. Nodding her head slowly before answering "That is a great idea! Just don't.. Speak so much of the Hive. I mean you can talk about it just don't give the city if that's ok?" Francesca requested before turning her attention fully toward the hyspanic women and extra love.
"No I actually don't know how it is really. I worked here before the apocalypse and was trapped with a group of employees. We worked hard to rid this place of the undead." Francesca smiled a little after giving the piece of paper. Snapping her fingers before writing on another sticky note the time of said classes before reaching over the table handing it to Emmet. Sitting back in the seat before finally answering her question. "Yes. What are you good at?"
Feeling the coldness of the ice pack on the back of his head was relieving to Zeb as he closed his eyes. Opening them at the sound of going to school. Was civilization in such good shape to continue school? Education is important afterall. Looking down at the piece of paper with the class times written on the, he then glances at his watch to give himself a better idea of how long till the next class. However, Fran then popped the question of what they're good at. Probably directed more towards Emmett since she's the one that asked but Zeb still sat a minute to think. The past couple of years his whole life was about that bunker. Making it safe. But then again he built it. With the help of an architectural friend he made a safe zone of his own despite how it ended up. But with the idea of messing up all over again he kept it to himself. Not wanting any sort of pressure put on his hands. He's done caused enough trouble that day as it was. So he kept to himself and looked over to Emmett to respond.
Wesson chuckled a bit. "Of course we won't rat you out after what you've done for us, Francesca. The worst we'll do is mention that we stopped by a settlement in New York and ask if, maybe they were open to trade, if the distance wasn't too large?" He shrugged. "Would that be okay?" Wiping his mouth with the napkin and laying it down on the now empty plate, Smith looked back at Francesca. "Also, you got any messages for someone somewhere? We could deliver it."
//OOC: Gregory's just eating for now so go ahead and post. I don't feel like making a whole post of him just eating and agreeing with Smith.
Emmett thought for a minute, looking at Zeb who remained oddly quiet. She knew that he was good at building shelters and she was wondering why he wasn't really speaking up.
"Well, I ...I can shoot. I learned how to do that. And I'm pretty good at getting supplies and tracking them. When we lived in a bunker I was in charge of rations and supplies, right Zeb?" She looked at him trying to help him along in all this.
"Zeb, he brought me in to the bunker before the shit really hit the fan, if you'll pardon the expression. He got the bunker together, built the shelter, that sort of thing. He was really good at making sure we had everything we needed and me and Char..." She stopped herself short of saying the kid's name knowing that wound was still pretty damn open.
"Me and others, we went and got everything on the list. But we were overrun by the..things, you know. The undead. And here we are. Do you need someone who can do supply runs?"
Post by Francesca Bodkin on Mar 3, 2016 7:54:14 GMT -5
Francesca smiled a little as she listened to Smith. Slowly frowning at a small thing he said that could leave big consequences if left open to fester. Shifting her eyes at the other man as he enjoyed the food provided. "No. Don't give are location. Too risky you see.. People can get very power hungry in this world. The one thing the hive has in surplus is firepower. Don't want that in the hands of murderers and rapist. Not saying all groups are like this.. I would just like to get to know a group a little more before letting them know where we are. Much like you wouldn't tell a stranger where you live now would you?" She asked tilting her head to the side. Brushing a strand of her red hair back past her shoulder. Hoping to God that the man understood her, if not that would be troubling to the already stressed out overseer.
Licking lips before taking her attention toward Zeb and Emmett. Grinning a little at how Emmett sounded like she was either shocked or nervous. Nodding her head quickly up and down giving a snap of her fingers once again at the mention of scavenger. "Yes yes! We have had a recent overseer who has had a stroke so their has been a change in jobs today. A spot for a scavenger is pretty much always open I think.. Anyways yes you may help scavenge. Take the classes both of you and we also have a mediatory weekly gun training and hand to hand combat class. If you pass then great. Also if a women named Tamara Teagan gives you shit.." Trailing off from her words as she wiped out another sticky note this time writing her signature on it before giving it to Emmette. "Tell her Francesca approved if you pass." Giving a big smile before asking soemthing that had been crawling around her mind as she looked at the Hispanic looking women and then Zeb. Knowing it may be racist in a way to assume but it couldn't hurt to ask. "Do either of you speak another language? It just curiose because if you do than don't feel afraid to translate for some of are non English speakers."
Smith nodded as Toast wrapped up eating. "Hey Gregory, go get the plane started, would ya? We'll be taking off soon." As the man left the mess hall, Smith looked back at Francesca. "Yeah, I understand. Although who ever wants to assault this place probably isn't gonna make it very far. Unless they got tanks or some shit like that." He laughed a bit. "I won't tell anyone where you guys are. Anyways, you got some place specific you want us to check out?" Smith toyed with his fork a bit as he spoke.
Is this place funded by the government? Is this the new world order? So many questions drifted through his mind. They are established. Giving them classes on all sorts of skills they need in order to survive. It was a little overwhelming for Zeb. He wanted to find any flaws in the place. But he couldn't. Then the lady asked if Emmett knew Spanish. "I'm sorry to interuptt but I got a banging headache and really really need the sleep. Is there anyways you can escort us to a room? The same room?" He looks at Emmett after suggesting to have the same room as her. Even though he messed up. He still lived with her for two years. She's the closest person he knows that still roams the earth alive. He feels safer with her and hopefully can keep an eye on her better that way. She seems eager to jump into this new world guns blazing. He doesn't want her ending up like the others.
{OOC: Is there another thread we can join after this one?}
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
Oct 4, 2021 14:40:44 GMT -5
Ayita Hunt: dang, January was my last post.. Jeez it's been a hot minute. o7 guys, sorry for the complete disappearance, life got.. a little interesting this year.
Oct 18, 2021 22:34:19 GMT -5