We'll build again; apocalypse roleplay(closed)

[Lady Grifter]

Regina gave a wry, lifeless, chuckle to the man's question. "Fifty, young, brilliant minds gone to waste." She folded her arms across her chest, leaning against the wall as the others gathered. She wondered if they were all that was left, but didn't feel the need to inquire of it. She recognized some as patients, some as visitors, no one she knew especially well. They all seemed normal enough, not intent on attacking anyone unless they had to.
"Well, officer Scarlett," She clasped her hands together, reading his badge, shooting him a look of acid, thinly veiled with a smile of mock compliance. "many people, of whom it is our civil duty to help, were admitted showing symptoms similar to rabies. Under-staffed and underpaid, we did what we could. So, if you'd be so kind as to stop pointing that gun at me, I'd appreciate it." She glared at the gun, a 22 glock the standard service weapon for the NYPD.
"And, correct me if I'm wrong, you are the authorities, so I'd say that you've been more than notified." Brushing past Wade, she descended down the final stairs, making her way toward the door. The Doctor cursed under her breath as she tried the door, kicking it in retaliation. Jammed.
"If we cut through Imaging and into the main Lobby, there's an entrance used for ambulances in Emergency," she recalled the route from memory, kicking the door once more in frustration. She knew the hospital like the back of her hand and than some; you had to when you were in charge of over fifty students and even more patients. The route was longer than she would've preferred, but effective enough if they moved fast enough.

[Apocalyptic_Punk]

When the man had come down the stairs AJ had clamped a hand over her own mouth to keep from screaming. She watched in absolute horror as the man bashed the two creatures over the head and then shoved her down the stairs telling her to move. She really didn't want to go back down to the ER and tried to tell him, but he was ignoring her. Moving fast down the stairs past the door where she'd entered the stairwell at, she hurried following him, figuring he knew something, or where to go in the case of what? What was this? She could feel her heart slamming into her rib cage as they rounded the next corner and all that remained was a door. She thought about telling him to stop but he was already pushing the doorway out into the hallway where there were people. Not more of whatever was upstairs then caught the doctors words about going through the Emergency room. "I--its overrun," She spoke up quickly not wanting to go back in there. "I..I was in there, I barley got out." She said swallowing hard to keep the stammer at bay. "There has to be another way out,"

Phil wasn't even paying attention to what was being said around him, by anyone really his focus was 100% on the cop, leave it to a stupid cop to survive this. He saw the man's eyes linger on his handcuff, man he really needed to get rid of that, and like 20 minutes ago. His head was aching but fading off as his heart rate slowly slowly. He watched the Cop finally turn away from him, but he kept his eyes on him as he ordered the doctor to give him some answers or something, and then the Doctor told him off. He snorted then laughed, he didn't even know why he laughed, it felt better then being in abject terror that's for sure. He listened with half an ear to the doctor as she talked about going through the ER then watched her walk off to try a door only to have it not open. The girl stammered something about the ER being over run and he sighed shaking his head leaning against the wall, he checked that the Sig 9 was still in the waist of his pants then watched the group silently.

[Dr.Holmes]

| Ryan Stone |
•Mood: apprehensive/calming• • What I look like • • With:Some person from the NYPD and a doctor?• •Wearing: normal cooking clothes •

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• • • St. Luke's Roosevelt Hospital • • •

Blue eyes glancing between the people who spoke Ryan kept his body firmly pressed onto the wall.He had already relaxed enough to move his hand standing relaxed as he could. Which was still tense but, his shoulders were slacked as looked between the people that was in the stairway with him. Doctor,Police officer, a little girl(runaway), some tough dude,and...a convict? He shook his head at the situation running a hand though his hair.

"So, the ER is over run by walking corpses, you say?,"Ryan asked pulling the hat of his head he was wearing. It wouldn't help him in the long way anyway as he was wearing all white with the exception of the hints of black he was wearing.Why,did he confirmation that the corpses were down there? "What now?,"He murmured sitting against the wall staring at the door he just came from with little interest."Oh, and don't go in the kitchen,"He sighed turning his attention back to the odd group of people he was with. He was no help to them if they asked him anything about any of the dead bodies munching away on the living. His fingers circling his knee as he waited for another plan from the Doctor, Doctor Monroe, he believed she was called not bothering to check her name tag before looking at the man that had the gun pointed at him earlier, officer Scarlett. Well, he knew two names of the six people in the room.

[Lady Grifter]

"Overrun," Regina choked out another wry laugh as she listened to the girl speak, "that's fantastic." She folded her arms across her chest, leaning against the door. Giving the group a quick once-over, she immediately pushed fighting their way through from her mind. Most were unarmed and either too young or too emotionally unstable. She ran her hand through her long ebony hair out of habit as she ran through the possible escapes in her head. There weren't many windows until the second floor, but all were barred and the other back door was across the hospital. Her gaze landed on the officer.
"We do it in two small packs," she thought aloud, giving a shrug. There wasn't much else they could do. "Who here has a weapon?" She canted her head looking from face to face. On normal conditions, she'd have already left to escape on her own. But unarmed and hilariously out-numbered, she begrudgingly stayed. There was a supply closet just around the corner, perhaps they could find a broom or something to use as a weapon.

[acacia.]

Wade Vega|29|Navy SEAL

Wade silently shook his head in reply, the pounding in his chest beginning to slow as the excitement faded and he sighed. The expanding of his chest, however, seemed to trigger a dull throbbing, causing him to wince slightly. Remembering that he'd just gotten a new bottle, he began searching for the medications he'd just been given. He patted down the pockets of his pants and, more frantically, dug around in the ones on his jacket, but came out with nothing. His heart picked up speed again as he began to panic. The pills may not cure him, but they helped with the pain. They helped a lot, actually. Losing them was a definite reason for concern, in his case.
"Oh god," he said, double-checking his pockets. "My meds -they're gone," he announced with a hint of distress in his voice, raising his eyes to the doctor. The blonde didn't even want to begin to imagine where the bottle could've fallen. Thinking back, he figured he probably dropped it when he had been running to the stairwell, since the last time he remembered it in his hand was just before that.

[Apocalyptic_Punk]

AJ glanced around the group and didn't say anything she looked down feeling a bit useless, but maybe she could find something to use a weapon. Her nerves had been rattled up there on the stairs when the guy with the handcuffs had shows up, she'd probably be mince meat right now it were not for him, or one of those...things. She swallowed she should probably thank him, she was pretty sure that was a good idea and started to move in his direction when he rolled his eyes, his lip quirking up as he grinned slightly and reached between himself and the wall, she could hear the metal of the handcuff striking off the bricks behind his back, as he moved his hand. When it returned to in front of him, he held a gun in his hand.

"I've got one," He shot a smirk at the cop, there was something going on there AJ could sense it, she didn't want to thin about it, a small part of her was glad the guy who rescued her had a gun, so with out saying a word she moved closer to him. He glanced at her, that same crooked smile on his face as he shoved the metal bar at her. "Here, you can use this," he said with a nod before turning back to the group at large.

"So, what's the--" He paused at the guy who had been with the guy who had shown up with the doctor said something about loosing his meds. "Well, I'm sure we can find more for you buddy," He said with a wry grin on his face, he didn't honestly look like he cared if they found meds for the guy or not. "So like i was saying, whats the plan? Beyond turning into an all you can eat buffet for the freaks and geeks?" he asked studying the gun, he popped the chamber open seeming to check to see if it held a live round or not, he seemed satisfied when he saw it did.

[Dark.]

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Jack lowered his weapon quickly on request of the Doctor. In the heat of the moment he'd forgot he was even holding the loaded firearm - a rookie mistake. He didn't bother attempting to respond to her remarks; the severity of the situation was only just dawning on him - and even he could realise this was no time for fighting. Jack watched as Doctor Monroe strode towards the door and kicked it. Locked. Bloody fantastic. Jack flashed a glance over his shoulder into the darkened corridor behind them. He could've sworn he heard movement. Hadn't the chef, cook...whatever he was, said not to go in the kitchen? Satisfied from his glance that nothing was there, Jack turned his head back around.
The Doctor suggested a hopeful escape plan through the ER, however it was shot down almost immediately by the girl stood next to Phillip. Jack studied the girl; she looked a lump younger than most of them - perhaps even still a teenager. She also look hellishly scared. He noted her appearance with the convict; had they innocently found each-other in their escape, or was she an accomplice; planning to break Phillip out all along - apocalypse or no apocalypse. Jack forced himself to abandon his skepticism for a minute as the Doctor glanced at him, before asking about weapons. He knew what she was thinking. They didn't have much of an arsenal and the chances of their motley crew actually fighting their way out was laughable. From what he could tell, he was the only one with notable weapons experience, unless you counted Phillip, but he was a convict for God's sake!
Jackson was just about to announce his weapons when Phillip spoke - and produced a gun. Jackson tilted his head back and sighed, now not only did he have the potential that the dead may kill him, but one of the living might take a shot as well. Jack noted with disgust that the weapon was a service pistol. He was tempted to draw his gun, there and then. However, that would only evoke a standoff situation and that would only be irresponsible on Jack's part - as there were citizens around.
Instead the Officer held out his weapons, "I have my pistol." he patted his inner jacket pocket, three there; three on his belt, "It has six remaining magazines; that's 90 shots. I'd estimate, including the current magazines I have around 98 shots before I run out of ammo for this weapon." he pulled the Nightstick from his belt, "I also have a Nightstick. Swing it like a club and it'll do the job for you. The Nightstick is up for whoever feels the can use it - I'm keeping my pistol."
It was now Jack chose to turn his attention to the man currently having a meltdown about the whereabouts of his drugs, "Are these drugs life saving, or can you do without?" The last thing he needed was one of the few remaining living, dying because of a normal illness.

[Apocalyptic_Punk]

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[acacia.]

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[Lady Grifter]

(I am deeply sorry for my abrupt disappearance. Multiple trips to the ER have prevented me from getting on the site. But I'm back and if everyone is still interested in continuing, feel free.)

"We don't stand a chance against the mob outside those doors." Regina frowned, assessing the pitiful arsenal they shared between them. "There's a backdoor near radiology that staff uses for smoke breaks." She offered recalling the building's layout for possible exit strategies. Either way, it seemed the group would have to fight their way out at some point.

Regina quirked a brow as the man, of whom she'd learnt to refer to as 'Wade', behind her began to panic. "May I?" She took his hand and examined his wristband, all patients were required to have them. The band itself gave a brief medical profile in acronyms, including the condition and Doctor's name. She, herself, rarely saw patients personally and instead served as an emergency consultant while she oversaw the rest of the Hospital's functions and residential students. "Mvp is normally treated with blood-thinners like Coumadin, but we'll get you some aspirin once we get out of here. You're going to be fine, Wade." The petite brunette offered him a soft smile, giving his wrist a reassuring squeeze.