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Post by SOFIA ROCO GONZALEZ on Feb 18, 2013 10:37:20 GMT 8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px]I NEED TO SET MY STORY STRAIGHT tonight we are young, so we'll set the world on fire, we can burn Life couldn't get anymore normal than it already was for Sofia. It had been a few weeks since she first came to Road's End and already, life seemed to be settling in its temporary slot for her. That is, until this little piece of safety was succumbed to the hell that basically made up most of the world. It was like a movie set everywhere she went and the worst thing about it was she was in it as a few other number of people. They were trying to maintain normal the best they could behind the walls to the outside world with the amount of electricity, water and other supplies they had. For Sofia, this was the best that she could ever hope for since the day the virus broke out. She'd been expecting derelict and rotting houses, people fighting over the simplest things and the world returning to an age where everyone lost their rationality. To her surprise, she was impressed with how everyone kept a life going on despite the utter chaos on the outskirts of town and beyond. She could actually sleep and not worry about a walker chewing off her liver when she woke up which was the one thing she liked the most about her new home... for now.
The only thing missing was her son. She just needed time to revover all the lost strength she had before she took off once again and searched the world for him. Others may think it was stupid and stubborn of her but a mother's instinct had never, ever been wrong. She knew he was somewhere out there. Or at least that's what she always told herself every single day. Maybe she just couldn't cope with the reality. the facts that were screaming at her and the most obvious one, her son had been gone for a year or more now... But Sofia was not stopping to hope until she saw her son, dead or alive. There were some other reasons she knew he was still out there but since thinking about him made her overly depressed as well as being all elderly about the current state of the world, she refocused on folding the towels in the nurse's room and kept herself moving. She hadn't exactly worked in a hospital before, let alone a clinic and the easy job was a piece of cake for her. She'd been used to dodging bullets and looking out for land mines while she treated gunshots or dressed severed limbs.
When she was called out by the receptionist to check on a recently acquired patient, she was more than happy to do it since her current task made her wanna shoot herself in the head. She liked easy, but not the lazy jobs. Sofia got more information from the girl but since she seemed to be in a more dreamy state, Sofia only got the idea that the patient had a few scratches on his chest, no, ripped chest, as accurately described by the girl. Sofia zoned out and counted to a hundred in her head, smiling at regular intervals and when the girl didn't stop babbling over how cute the guy was, she slowly slipped away, already having gathered the necessary things she needed.
Reaching the door to the patient room, however, she caught a sight of someone rummaging through the medicine cabinet for whatever it was that he was looking for and her hand automatically went for her gun... which she'd left inside her locker in the nurse's station. Cursing silently to herself she opened the door with a loud bang and held a scalpel hidden by her side, the tray with the bandage and other stuff in her other hand.
"I would stop trying to steal from the clinic if I were you," she warned him. Sofia knew it was too good to be true to find not a single malicious soul in this town. Maybe she hadn't noticed she'd been looking for some fault until now. Not that her sudden need to look for something bad in the town was reassuring. Just that, maybe it gave her a peace of mind to see that life in Road's End was really normal, good and bad alongside each other. Unlike the bad and only bad walking outside the walls of town. "Some people actually need those unlike yourself who's just looking to get high." filling up some post spaces. |
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Post by ELIJAH THOMAS BURNS on May 9, 2013 15:09:17 GMT 8
 ONE PUSH IS ALL YOU'LL NEED- - - - - - - - a fist first philosophy - - - - - - - -Tag: Open tag here Words: 880 Lyrics: Diamond Eyes - Shinedown
Notes: Forgive me. First post back in a public forum in over a year. X.x- - - - - - - - - - - - -It had only been a couple weeks since Eli had arrived at Road’s End. Before that he’d been driving for, well, he wasn’t perfectly sure how long. He’d stayed on the base for months after the outbreak first took hold. They had been safe, relatively at least. They were isolated, with tightly secured gates and nobody being allowed in or out without a full inspection. Somehow, though, the virus had infiltrated their barricaded military base and the infection took hold fast and tight. It spread like wildfire through their close quarters, and within twenty-four hours containment and isolation of the infected was no longer feasible. Their base had been crumbling and Eli fell back on the hard survival instincts that had allowed him to survive over a decade of overseas wars.
Upon coming to Road’s End, quite literally, Eli had decided he was simply tired. His military transport truck had been loaded to the brim with heavy artillery, weapons, and emergency rations with bags upon bags of cartons of cigarettes that had been looted from abandoned gas stations and convenience stores. Eli was section leader, a Marine sargeant in charge solely of managing and dispersing their platoon’s arsenal. It also meant he had nearly unlimited access to ammunition and years of experience handling it. Before that, though, he had been an EMT pre-enlistment and began his military career as a medic. Which is what he had fallen back on after settling into Road’s End and realizing he needed to choose his contribution. And, to be perfectly honest, Eli was tired of getting shot at day in and day out. So he volunteered as a medic.
Eli was given a small efficiency unit in Road’s End. It was just himself, a cot more or less, with a small electric burner, mini fridge, a single cooking pot and a bathroom. He had surrendered his heavy artillery at the gates of the compound, as well as his truck, leaving with only what he could carry; his M16 semi-automatic rifle strapped to his back, two Beretta M9’s holstered to his thighs, and two grenades coveted under his vest. He had surrendered the rest of the crate to the guards, but Eli knew better than to let himself be unarmed completely. The only other thing he had was a dufflebag with a few changes of clothes, and two garbage bags stuffed with cartons of Camel filters.
It was those Camel filters he was smoking outside the clinic, dressed in his khaki BDI’s and black boots and a dark grey t-shirt stretched tight across his chest and shoulders, the sleeves unable to cover the dark ink on his biceps. Eli moved so he was in the shade of a nearby building, the warmth of the sun getting just to the point of uncomfortable. He scratched at his rough beard and took a final drag off his cigarette before he put it out under his boot and walked back into the clinic. He was intercepted by one of the nurses who managed patient intake and told there was a farmer who had managed to slice open his leg and needed a few stitches. Well, Eli thought, at least it wasn’t another attack.
Eli stopped briefly to look at the farmer with aforementioned injury. It wasn’t severe. It just needed a couple stitches and a good gauze wrap. Now, Eli was by no means a Michelangelo with a thread and needle. But after ten years in the military you pick up the tricks you need to keep body parts together for a few more days until relief arrived.
Storage was in the back of the clinic, and Eli started on his way. He wasn’t 100% sure how in two days he had somehow gone from a complete outsider to being thrown into the middle of the clinic. It was refreshing, though. At least these people worked and worked hard. Eli opened the cupboard and began to look for appropriate size gauze, though of course there was a limited selection so he took whatever he thought would work. That’s when the door flew open and he heard a stern voice.
The moment the door flew open his hand had grasped the hilt of his pistol. He’d started to turn around, button already undone on the holster. By the time he turned fully to face the woman accusing him of thievery the gun was level with her. Eli paused. One didn’t spend years being trained to within an inch of a perfect killing machine, or the last year surviving a zombie apocalypse without coming out a little…jumpy. He grunted and stared at her, reholstering his weapon.
”Sorry. Little jumpy these days,” he muttered, turning back around and gathering the last couple rolls of gauze, the gauze pins, and antiseptic he needed. ”I’m not looting, by the way,” he called over his shoulder in a voice that was gravelly from a decade in war but still carried the softest Tennessee drawl to it. Eli’s eyes scanned the cabinets one more time for anything else he may need before he kicked the doors shut completely and turned around, arms laden with supplies. ”Care to help me out? I’ve got a farmer who damn near filleted himself open that needs some stitching up.”
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Post by SOFIA ROCO GONZALEZ on May 11, 2013 3:04:39 GMT 8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px]I NEED TO SET MY STORY STRAIGHT tonight we are young, so we'll set the world on fire, we can burn As soon as the man heard Sofia's warning, he had turned to her, gun in hand. One second he had been rummaging through what little supplies the town had for medical emergencies and the next, he was ready to shoot through her head if she made any wrong move. Sofia had repositioned her hand holding the scalpel as well, taking it from hiding and placing it infront of her, aiming for his hand. He had shown his own cards, she had to show hers too. Sofia had to show the man she was very much capable of protecting herself. And she would at least get an answer from him, or two, before she either turned him in or took his life by her own hands, it depended on the situation really, hence the need to disarm him before doing any permanent damage. Seizing him up, she had to rely on distance and agility to bring him down. Luckily, none of the killing instincts she had were needed. It was a false alarm. Realizing it was just another medic working for the town, the man had dropped his hand as quickly as he'd flashed it and returned to grabbing equipment from the cabinets and drawers. Sofia had to take a second as well to place the man in her memory. Yep, definitely works around here too. It may have been the darkness of the room, of the little light it was getting from the sun, or the sudden adrenaline rush and hint of danger that it had clouded her recognition skills. The fact that he had his back to her earlier was a probable cause as well. When he apologized for his actions, Sofia had to process it. Here was a man who actually apologized just for being cautious. Maybe humanity still had hope in the civilization department.
"No need, me, on the other hand," she shook her head and laughed softly, the movement releasing tension from her muscles. She returned the scalpel on her tray and placed it on a nearby counter. The woman watched him move around the place a bit, just to be sure he wouldn't do anything jumpy anymore before she proceeded to a closet beside her, checking it for some antiseptic. "I don't usually bump into other medics around here, mostly the giggling nurse wannabes who gush at any show of skin," Sofia rolled her eyes. "New shift?" The town was operational to fault. Everyone's work was carefully planned and given out to ensure that all stations were manned, be it the simple duty of opening the gates or shooting walkers in the head. Sofia rarely did get to see another, if she may, doctor, during her shift. Maybe they were getting more people and hence the overlapping of schedules. This was another cause of her loud entrance earlier, she didn't really know the faces of who the other medics were, she just knew them by name. "I'm Gonzalez, if that rings any bell," Sofia wasn't really much of the talkative type, but it was a nice change to actually talk to another human being who wasn't crushing on every patient that walked through the doors of the clinic. The other people in town usually kept to themselves and weren't talkative types as well. Something about experiencing the end of days seals people's lips. If the guy was one of them, at least she did her part at interacting with another person. You could only live with quiet for so long it'd turn you crazy.
"I have a patient waiting myself," she replied when he asked for some help. Feeling eyes on her, she turned around and readjusted the coat she was wearing. Funny, while every other resource was scarce, the scavengers had come upon several medical coats and had returned with them. Now the people in the clinic, the one's whose position mattered, had to wear them. Speaking of. "Okay, you are a..." she had to pause, no one had professional training, your job was what you said you could do. The title, being called one, was just ridiculous. But it helped differentiate the nurses from the ones who did the work and so she continued, "You are a doctor, right?" He wasn't wearing the coat and needed help in stitching. "Or at least had enough experience to be working around these parts?" You couldn't blame the woman for her doubts. Besides, he looked more experienced with guns with how he'd acted earlier. IMO, I think it's a post well done. (: |
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Post by ELIJAH THOMAS BURNS on May 20, 2013 23:21:30 GMT 8
ONE PUSH IS ALL YOU'LL NEED- - - - - - - - a fist first philosophy - - - - - - - -Tag: Open tag here Words: 880 Lyrics: Diamond Eyes - Shinedown
Notes: Forgive me. First post back in a public forum in over a year. X.x- - - - - - - - - - - - - Eli couldn’t help but wonder exactly what this woman had been expecting to do with a scalpel. Did she not have a gun? A taser? A billyclub? She had literally brought a knife to a gunfight and expected to win. Eli sighed inwardly and decided she spent way too much time on the inside. He set down his loot on the counter, sorting the flat gauze pads and gauze rolls, and the roll of self-adhesive tape. He opened up a drawer and found in there what he was looking for, the forceps and scissors in their sterilized plastic packages, along with curved needles and rolls of suture thread. Of all things, at least their hospital had somehow procured an autoclave. Eli hadn’t been around long enough to know how things were when the town was first salvaged, but he would hazard a guess there were far more infections and deaths from going to the clinic before they scavenged an autoclave for sterilization.
He didn’t glance up when his new acquaintance began talking, more focused on running the mental checklist in his head to make sure he had everything. He snorted and nodded at her comment about the nurses. Hence why he could use some extra hands stitching up his wounded farmer; the nurses were completely and utterly useless. Eli took a side glance at the doctor, only seeing white coat. “I’ve heard you mentioned from time to time. I’ve been working graves since I got here,” he explained. When you worked from around nine or ten in the evening to eight in the morning you didn’t have a whole lot of close contact with people. To be perfectly honest, Eli preferred it that way. But the town was growing, which meant switching shifts and double coverage on their busy shifts.
“I’m Sa—“ he paused. The United States Marine Corps no longer existed, and he had to continually remind himself. His military training and rank no longer mattered here. He was civilian. ”Burns. Eli Burns,” he finished after clearing his throat. ”I’m a former EMT turned army medic.” Eli looked now at all of the supplies he had and began to stack them into the crook of his arm. ”That is the summation of my medical training, with the added experience of field medicine. Apparently, in this world, that’s enough to qualify someone as a doctor.” His eyebrows jumped a little to make the point of his sarcasm, the corners of his mouth lifting in the slightest manner. ”How did you get stuck being one of the coats?”
Eli watched Gonzalez in her white coat. Personally he couldn’t stand them. They were useless, just extra fabric and a status symbol. Working graves, they were entirely unnecessary for him. When you were one of three staff, everybody knew who was the doctor. He begrudgingly accepted that, eventually, someone was going to come up to him and tell him to put on one of the coats.
”Well, I’ve got to head back to the clinic,” he excused himself, wrapping his large arms around the supplies to cradle them to his chest as he backed out of the swinging door. ”I’ll see you around,” he suggested, almost at a loss these days for how to interact with people and make connections. He was so used to simply being on his own and surviving.
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