Where did that piece of crap go--

[ the video is dark, showing nothing but the ceiling of what looks like the hospital-- that is, until the device is somewhat hastily picked up and a very stressed looking dr. chase appears on the feed. appearance disheveled and some rather dubious looking marks down the front of his scrubs that told a story of tending to a lot of injuries, it certainly looked as if he'd seen better days. ]

It looks like things have calmed down a little- less people are turning up, at least- but I know that there'll still be those that are in need of medical attention. If you've been attacked or something, it's probably a good idea to haul ass down here before the doctors collapse.

[ he goes to run a hand through his hair and pauses midway, looking in slight disgust at something on his palm. ]

Jeez. To think that a small implant could make people go this batshit...

... christ. I'd give my left leg for a coffee after all this.

... eugh. You know it's never gonna be a good day when you wake up to the sound of dudes smashing stuff up outside. It seems that there's some sort of epidemic spreading around-- and I'm going to safely assume it has nothing to do with the zombies-- so now we just have to figure out just what the hell is causing it.

Preferably before this place is reduced to rubble by too much pent-up tension. Or whatever.

I guess it's not really affecting me that much, though I do feel kinda on edge. Then again, who the hell wouldn't be?

Guess the hospital'll be working overtime.

Never thought I'd say this, but it's kinda nice being back at work-- well, as close to work as you can get when you're stuck in a place that makes you feel like you're tripping half the time. I'm glad that I can be of some use at the hospital, though... and dude, that crash cart I found makes a waaaay better bed than the floor.

Though, 'practicing medicine' again- if you can call it that- got  me thinking while I was trying to find medical implements that hadn't been owned by rust. Or that weird moss crap that grows in the corners of some of the darker rooms, that stuff is just... eugh. Anyway.

What about you guys? Do you... uh... have a purpose? Something you know you'll always be doing, or--

... eugh, what the hell. I think that mold is releasing some sick philosophical spores into the air or something.

Maybe it's a good thing this palm-pilot wannabe doesn't have Tetris on it like my last one did. Gives me less chance to daydream on the job, right? If by daydream, you mean trying to beat your hi-score with gnarly coloured blocks that is.

... great, now I can't get that goddamn song out of my head. Where's a radio when you need one?

( to; derek and angie )

[ the video is kinda shaky, like whoever is filming it isn't very capable with things like the communicator-- either that, or they're currently distracted by something else entirely, and paying little attention.

nevertheless, the video feed is being pointed around the area-- a few buildings and such (in the residential area), as if he's trying to show where he is. ]

Eugh-- I'm so lost. Does anyone know how to get to the hospital from here? I tried to make my own tracks over when the creepy dudes started to die off-- but I guess I'm not as good at planning crap like this on the fly as I thought I was.

I might be a man, but in a whack setup like this, I'm not above asking for directions.

[ you hear some panting as if someone is out of breath after a long run-- obviously, someone that hasn't spent long in the gym lately. ]

-- what the hell were those dudes? Has Halloween come early this year, or what?