The young man (blonde, athletic build) quickly leads them down a hallway, with the groaning and lurching sounds of zombies not far behind. Soon they find the now, familiar reinforced doors, and can slip inside for safety.
Monica reacts with all the composure someone might expect. "Where the hell is Roger?" Yes, nearly hysterical.
Steven visibly cringes before answering. "HERC took him and all the doctors along with the wounded to the stadium. They made it into a quarantine camp, for the wounded to be sorted... you know, who's turning into a zombie or not."
Monica's reply to the news is a long string of curses.
Hmm, the safehouse seems to be one infirmary ward along with the associated facilities, restrooms and showers, a couple offices. Likely they have running water, and surely, no shortage of beds, only a dozen people having taken refuge there.
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Date: 2011-12-09 11:08 pm (UTC)Monica reacts with all the composure someone might expect. "Where the hell is Roger?" Yes, nearly hysterical.
Steven visibly cringes before answering. "HERC took him and all the doctors along with the wounded to the stadium. They made it into a quarantine camp, for the wounded to be sorted... you know, who's turning into a zombie or not."
Monica's reply to the news is a long string of curses.
Hmm, the safehouse seems to be one infirmary ward along with the associated facilities, restrooms and showers, a couple offices. Likely they have running water, and surely, no shortage of beds, only a dozen people having taken refuge there.