Realistic

Molly paced restlessly behind her couch as she though of what to do. She didn't like the idea of sitting around, but it sure as hell sounded better than being out there with them. What ever they were exactly. She thought about the other day when she was on her way home from a meeting with Commander. Supposedly the CDC created some kind of 'cure' for the new flu that was going around, but currently the people injected got very sick very fast. Commander stated that the civilians were getting chaotic and the President wanted all Military on stand by, they didn't know how bad things could get if people kept getting sick.

Molly flung herself over the back of the couch to sit down, blowing her hair out of her eyes as she did so. She was supposed to report for duty on Monday morning. "Have your asses there before the sunrises, otherwise I'll have you clean the shitters with your tongues." He said sternly before leaving her and four other Officers. Last thing she wanted to do was clean the damn bathrooms, she wanted to be out there at the range. She hasn't fired in several days and the though of getting rusty made her eye twitch.

A loud bang claimed itself on the door. Molly jumped but took her time walking to the foyer. Looking out the stained glass window of the door, a grotesque man stood in her line of site. She gasped at the disfigure face, one eye was popped into oblivion while the other just kept looking up. The mans jaw was slanted to the side unnaturally and his skin was covered with blood. He banged on the door again, cracking the glass. Molly took a step back and wrapped her hands around her XD that sat in its thigh holster. She was glad that she hadn't changed out of her cargos and Marine Corp. sweat shirt. The thing banged against the door harder this time, making the tinted glass shatter at Molly's feet. She looked nervously at the man. I have a feeling he's not here for the book club. She thought as she made sure her gun was loaded.

The guy had his hand in the window now, being cut by glass that refused to fall. Pointing her gun at the mans head she pulled the trigger. The sound of gun fire rung her ears in the small corners of the foyer. Squinting her eyes she watched as the man crumpled to the grass out side her door. Being careful of the blood covered glass she looked out her window, to see other people just like him. Smashing on doors in the small neighborhood, or chasing squirrels. Hell she even saw a young girl bent over some kind of animal. Blood and entrails covering her clothing and face.

Molly screamed as a women shoved her face into the glass, reaching for her. She quickly dashes into her room and grabbed her survival pack that she always had ready. Picking up the Carbine and several boxes of ammunition for both of her Fire arms she made her way to the back sliding glass door. She stopped to get her wallet that was full of cash, she silently thanked herself for cashing out her paycheck the other night. Molly crept to the back door and opened it, peaking her head out into her fenced back yard. Making sure it was clear she headed for the back door to the garage. Slipping into the darkness of the garage her fingers slid across the smooth paint of her jeep. Sliding the keys into the ignition she opened the garage door with a button on her key chain. Pressing the gas the jeep rocketed out, the top of the garage door sending sparks as it grazed the top of the jeep.

I have to go to Commander. She felt unsure of what to do, but knew her Chef of Commander would know exactly how to handle this.

((OOC: Will make a post soon for this.))

There were times when Molly wasn't even able to get on the road, barreling through yards and on sidewalks so not to hit the people who lurched at the jeep. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the steering wheel, and a migraine started kicking at the front of her skull. She had to get to the Hospital, that's were Commander had posted her with Jameison, Paul, Herrington, and Baker; the other four Officers that were in her unit.

Upon seeing the hospital Molly's stomach dropped. Her blue eyes grew wide as she stared in horror, body bags littered the ground along with a group of Marines shooting down men and women from behind sand bags and barb wire. She didn't expect everything to go to hell so fast. The jeep lurched as she ran over man, his face smashed in to the glass and caused it to crack. Molly screeched but didn't stop. Driving around the sandbags she parked next to a Marine style tank. Jumping out she was met by the four other officers.

"Carson! Thank god, we thought you bailed." Jameison yelled over the gun fire. His eyes were worried but his voice was calm. Molly shook her head, "What the hell happened?!" She pointed to Paul and Baker who laid sprawled out on the sand bags taking aim while Herrington used the tank to machine gun people down. "Those people are innocent." She screamed to be heard and tried to rush over to the Officers, they didn't need to be killing innocent civilians, even if it was a damn order.

Jameison grabbed her arm, "No, those people are not innocent. Hell we don't even think they know what they are doing. Commander said to Kate. Thats a direct order from the damn President!" He said loudly. Molly's eyes widen when he said Kate, Kill. All. The. Enemy. The President?

"But..." Molly tried to protest. But Jameison shook his head, "No buts. Get your M4 and get your ass out there." Molly didn't question him as she ran to the jeep to receive her assault rifle. She jumped to land on her stomach next to Baker. Who smiled but worry etched his expression. He gave her a nod before gunning down a women with only one arm.

She hid behind the dumpster next to the hospital and her body shook with trembles as the marines were firing off at innocent people! She didn't want to die! She clenched her fists till they drew blood and peaked around the side of the old tree, bodies dropped everywhere. She'd come here to see her mother who had become very ill with some sort of disease, but then these people arrived and she remembered being knocked out. She'd woken surrounded by dead and had somehow made her way outside without being shot, she knew she wouldn't be so lucky though if she stepped out now.
"What are you doing!" she heard a scream and Kira's heart dropped. It was her sister Karen.
"No." she whispered under her breathe but her muscles wouldn't move. She watched Karen hurry down the steps from the emergency door and towards the marines. She didn't look afraid and Kira felt a sudden admiration towards her older sister.
"Why are you shooting at us!" Karen screamed again. "We're not infected!"
Then everything began to happen in slow motion. Kira saw one of the marines turn and aim at Karen with his gun.
"No!" Kira had finally found her strength and ran towards her sister, but it seemed her legs couldn't go fast enough.
Karen's head turned towards Kira at the sound of her voice, but it was too late.
A bullet stuck Karen once in the shoulder, making her stumble back, and then three more shots were fired into her chest and neck.
"Karen!" Kira cried out and rushed to her sisters side. Blood was gushing out of her sister's neck and Kira tried stopping it, but it just soaked through her hands and all over the ground.
Kira looked up to see the man point his gun at her and she was ready to feel the sting of bullets.

"Don't shoot! Baker don't shoot!" Molly screamed. Jumping over the sandbags and barbed wire she rushed to the two women. "Stop! Stop!" She had to stand in point blank range of Baker's rifle before he even considered lowering it. "Their alive." She whispered. Placing her M4 on the ground slowly and putting her hands palms up she said, "I won't hurt you." She looked at the two women. One was fading, fast. Her wounds were fatal but the look on the other women's eyes rattled Molly. Turning her head slightly she yelled, "Medic. We need a Medic!" Herrington jogged past Molly and lifted the one injured women, taking her into the small blockade. "Look, you need to move. Your covered in blood and lets hope to god that you aren't cut." Molly gently lifted the women by her arms and turned her away from the blockade. She didn't want the the women to see what Herrington was planning. Her wounds are fatal, she wouldn't survive. The sound of a gun shot made Molly tense and the women scream.

Kira opened her eyes when she hadn't felt a bullet and had instead heard another woman screaming for the man to stop. She trembled and she clutched at her sister. Why did a savor have to come now? Why couldn't they come for my sister! I wasn't brave. She thought.
"I won't hurt you." the woman said to Kira and she nodded, still in shock of the situation. Everything happened in a blur. The woman was screaming for a medic and then she was being led away from her sister who was being carried to another place.
"But-- but can't I be with her?" and the woman just kept trying to talk and get her mind away from where her sister was going.
"Look, you need to move. Your covered in blood and lets hope to god that you aren't cut." the other woman said.
She was pulling Kira towards a blockade, half dragging half carrying her as she dragged her away.
A sound of a gun shot went off and Kira didn't know what to think of it. Then she saw the woman's face and turned to see where her sister had disappeared into another place.
"No!" she screamed and thrashed against the woman, but the idea that they'd shot her sister made her faint.

((OOC: Sorry it sounds so scatter brained. I'm tired XD))

The women screamed in Molly's ear as she realized what Herrington had done. She thrashed against Molly's strong hold; her body going limp as she fainted. Picking up the woman's feet she carried her to the blockade as Herrington carried away the body. "Take her." She said as she held out the body of the women who fainted to Baker. He shook his head and said, "Put her down, we can't take her..." Baker turned and head for the tank.

"What do you mean we can't take her?! Shes...shes alive. We can't just let her die out here! You killed her sister!" Molly screamed the last part as she stomped over to Baker. "It's your fault that women is dead." She spat and motioned to the body that now laid behind the tank and out of view. Molly looked down at the women in her arms, her features soft. Dirt and blood covered her skin and clothing. "It wouldn't be sane." She whispered the last part.

"Wouldn't be sane? What the hell Molly?! Those things aren't sane! This," He waved his arms to the ground that was littered with bodies. "This, isn't sane! It would be a death wish to take she. She'll be in shock, she won't be able to move on her own. She'll fall into depression. We know how this works. Of all the people who should understand it should be you, soldier, you know what it's like to be in that position." Baker said the last part softly and placed a hand on her shoulder.

Molly jerked away and leveled her gaze at Baker, "I do know what it's like! I know how she won't survive on her own Baker. Apocalypse or not the death of a love one can over power the need to live. You...you found me." She referred to the attempt she took to try and end it, the loss of a husband doesn't settle well with the mind. Shoving past Baker she set the women in the tank. "Try to leave her here and you'll find yourself up close and personal to my gun." She said with her back to him.

((OOC: I'm going to wait after CrownTheEmpire replies to reply. :3))

James turned the corner and a wave of relief washed over him as he saw the hospital's main doors. A groan behind him reminded him he had no time to celebrate. Running a little faster, he burst out of the double doors, running down the stairs and stopping suddenly at the sight of four marines, a tank and a horde of people just like his former patients inside the hospital.

"Don't shoot, i'm not infected!" he yelled to them, knowing how trigger happy someone with a gun can be in a situation like this.

Walking cautiously closer, he held his hands up to show he was unarmed.

"I'm a doctor, I work in the hospital. What are you still doing here? I thought your commander ordered a full evac? I only stayed to try and save a few more patients..." he said, at this point level with the tank. Glancing inside, he saw a woman, covered in blood and dirt and it appeared unconscious.

His concerns for his safety gone, he rushed to her, quickly checking her over for any visible cuts or scratches. Finding none, he began checking her vital signs.

Baker raised his Carbine as a man started shouting at them. Molly turned her head as the man said he was a doctor and rushed toward the women in the tank. "Shes fine." She said, but he pushed past her and checked her vitals. Paul grabbed the man by the back of his coat and pulled him effortlessly away from the tank. "She said she was okay." He growled and pushed him so he stumbled backwards. Molly didn't like the idea of shoving the doctor around but understood the tactic. A crazy civilian was a dangerous one.

"Our commander, went AWOL. Left us here to clean up this mess. We were just leaving." Paul said and pointed his Carbine down but in the direction of the doctor.

James regained his footing quickly, glaring at the man who had pushed him.

"Last I checked, I was the doctor. She's unconscious, she's got a cold sweat, and her pulse is weaker than it should be. She's going into shock - so get the hell out of my way and let me make sure she's okay!" he said, shoving past the man who had dragged him away and walking back to the unconscious woman. Placing the bag he was carrying on the floor of the tank beside her, he unzipped it and lifted the top.

Inside were a range of medical equipment and first aid supplies. He rooted around the bag for a moment before pulling out a sterile syringe and small medicine bottle. Carefully, he pushed the needle through the rubber seal of the bottle, drawing the liquid it contained in to the syringe before injecting it into the woman's arm.

He replaced the safety cap and then threw the used syringe on the floor.

"That should stabilise her. Well, you said we were leaving - lets go."

Paul took a step forward, planning to grab the doctor but Molly glared at him and shook her head. He narrowed his eyes but didn't move any further. Stepping aside Molly let the doctor stabilize the women with a sedative. "Part of being a Marines is that is it mandatory to learn Combat Life Saver Course or In-Field Medicine." She said softly as she met the mans eyes. "I'm Sgt. Molly Carson. This is Major Paul, our medic Herrington, and our sniper Baker." She held out a small slender hand for him to shake. "We are the only Marines based in your town."

She spared a fleeting moment to look a Paul, his face emotionless but anger flared in his eyes. Molly could just hear him yelling at her, she was saying to much. Molly looked back at the tall man and flashed him a crooked smile of perfectly straight teeth.

"James Wishbeck, I'm a Trauma doctor." He looked at her outstretched hand for a moment then shook it "It's nice to meet you, shame it's not in better circumstances." He smiled back at her, his teeth less that perfect, slightly wonky in places and slightly yellow from smoking.

He then glanced around at the other marines, first at Paul, then Herrington and finally Baker. He did not much like the look of any of them, but then he had never been particularly fond of marines. Molly seemed friendly enough, however, and he was glad she was present.

"So, we're the only ones left? I suppose i shouldn't be surprised - the hospital's overrun. So what's the plan here? We'll be overrun if we stay here."

Taking a packet of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, he removed one from the packet and placed it in his mouth, pulling a lighter from another and lighting it. After taking a long, satisfying drag, he replaced the packet in his pocket.

"There's a house a couple of miles south of town, Dr Fisher used to live there. He died a couple of months ago and it's been sitting there. Big house, 10 foot wall around the grounds and big iron gates. You want my advice - though i'm not sure you do," he shot Paul a look "That's where we should go."

"James." Molly nodded and filed away the name in her subconscious name book. He seemed a bit shifty as he looked at the guys. James asked about the plan as he smoked a cigarette. Molly went to reply but Paul took a step forward, speaking before she could mumble a response. "We are finding base. You are welcome to do what ever you want." He shifted his Carbine so it was behind his back.

"Paul, we can't-" She didn't like the idea of leaving a man behind, and if that man was a doctor he was very valuable and a current limited edition.

"Major." Paul snapped at her, his posture and voice hard. Molly's eyes grew wide, they have been friends forever and not once has he ever pulled rank. Baker stepped up beside Molly and squeezed her shoulder but she shrugged it away.

Taking a step forward she stood face to chest with him. "Major, we cannot leave this man here. He knows a safe place to create base. Hes a doctor." She tried her hardest to have her eyes as hard and cold as Paul's.

Paul shrugged, "That's why we have Herrington." He stated and rubbed his dark stubble. "We already have that god for saken' women of your in the damn tank. I will not take more civilians." He turned his back to her and walked away, kicking away empty shells of ammunition on the ground.

Molly quickly walked behind James and pushed him, "Get in the damn tank." She whispered. Helping him in she made Baker do the same. "Then don't." She said louder for Paul to hear.

"Don't what?" He turned and took off the Carbine, resting it on his knees as he sat down on cement bags.

"Don't take more civilians. I will." With that she started to climb the tank, but not before Paul grabbed her ankle as he stood.

"Doesn't work that way Molly." He sneered. "I can't help more people."

"Why not? You always talk about helping people. You signed your rights away when you inlisted Paul, you are obligated to help these people. Weather you like it or not. Get your damn ass in the fucking tank Major." She spat and climbed in, holding the top open for Paul who slowly made his way inside. Molly turned away from him as he glowered at her. "Where to?" She asked and looked at the James.

James climbed into the tank - he was not about to argue and lose his place in the tank. Once inside, Molly turned to him and asked "Where to?".

"Take the freeway south out of town then exit 93. The third left after that is a little dirt track that leads to the house, but this thing will never fit down there so i'd suggest cutting across the fields." He replied before turning to the unconscious girl and checking her pulse again. It was a little stronger and her skin felt warmer to the touch - the threat of shock had subsided.

He turned back to Molly. "Well, i think we'd all feel a lot more at ease if we got to know each other a little better. What's your story? How did you end up here?"

James was anything but at ease. Being surrounded by angry, volatile men with guns did not help. Neither did the sights he had seen within the hospital. Nor did being in a tank - he had never been a huge fan of confined spaces.

"Right. Big ass tank, small dirt road. Got it." Molly nodded and turned to Paul. "Get out."

"What? Why?" Paul eyed her. Anger still finding its way on to his face.

"I need you to drive my jeep. That thing will fit down the road, plus I want another vehicle." She explained as she eyed James check the woman's vitals. Color was showing on her cheeks, letting Molly know her heart was pumping correctly and pumping blood to her head. Good.

"You drive then." He puffed and looked away.

"No. I don't trust you. Just get out, your making me nervous." She said and squirmed in the small tank. Having him out would put her nerves at easy along with everyone else's. It was easy to tell he wanted to argue but clamped his mouth shut and climbed out. Molly watched as he got in her black Wrangler Jeep and pulled up next to the tank. She gave him a thumbs up before ducking back into the hatch.

"My story? Uh... I was stationed at the hospital for tomorrow morning but my house was broken into by those things. So I rushed here. What is it they they have, what kind of disease is it? How did it spread?" Molly's mind was riddled with questions for the doctor. This was not normal. People never just walked around after their heart stopped. Maybe in movies and books but never in reality, and it scared her shitless.

"At first we thought it was an outbreak of rabies, when the first few cases came in. The aggression and the irrational behaviour - it was characteristic. But the antivirals didn't work...and then patients we declared dead started coming back to life."

He remembered the first...he'd declared a girl no older than 16 dead. No heartbeat, no breathing...the as he turned to walk away she began thrashing about. They'd restrained her, given her a strong sedative...but it hadn't worked. The dose had been enough to leave a grown man three times her size unconscious for at least an hour - yet she had not stopped thrashing about, groaning, screaming.

It didn't seem possible.

"I don't know what causes it, but all the cases i've seen transmission has been by biting. The disease makes them extremely aggressive and they seem to want to bite anything that moves. My advice on avoiding infection - stay as far away from them as you can."

James shifted where he sat.

"Y'know, i've never much liked marines. No offence." he said, trying to change the topic away from their current situation "My boyfriend left me for a marine. God i hated that fucking douche...not that i'm bitter or anything"

Molly laughed wholeheartedly at James comment. "I have to agree, we tend to be dicks." She smiled and weaved the tank around or just over scattered cars, if there was no room to move it. "Your boyfriend joined the Corp.?" Molly asked casually. Molly was no stranger to people who were into the same sex. Her best friend from high school, Bruce, had been into women since she turned 12. And Molly had supported her like a friend should, with double dates and bar hopping with her boyfriend and Bruce's current flirt. The thought of her best friend made her smile. They were the kind of people that maxed out the credit cards on 85 proof vodka and fruity liqueurs because it was Friday and Bruce happened to get paid.

James laughed "Oh god no, he left me for a guy who was a Marine. Big ugly guy with a crooked nose. God knows what he saw in him!"

The bumpy ride as the tank went over abandoned cars was making him feel rather unwell. Several times his head nearly hit the roof of the tank - he was too tall for this.

"God i could use a drink. Lets hope Dr Fisher has a liquor cabinet!" he said, stretching "What about you. Any men in your life? - aside from the three musketeers of course..."

Molly was beginning to grow on him. She seemed like the sort of girl he could go out for cocktails with and bitch about men. And the sort of girl who could beat the shit out of anyone who got on her bad side. He liked that, but he'd always been drawn to strong women - he wasn't sure why. He supposed it was to do with breaking stereotypes or something along those lines, but he had never analysed it in any real depth.

James laughed and quickly moved his head down before it hit the ceiling of the tank as Molly drove over a small box of a 60's Volvo. Molly instantly liked the way his smiled lit up his face, she could see him in her inner circle of close friends, someone Bruce would introduced her to at one of her weekly bar nights.

She snickered slightly as she noticed Jame's discomfort with all the bouncing around. It reminded her of the first time she rode in one, puked all over her Major. And she thought he was an ass before that. "It's the uniform." She said simply, implying about Jame's ex-lover leaving for a Marine. "For some reason people are drawn to the uniform and badges." Her hair swung on her shoulders as she shook her head before saying, "No men in my life. No live ones anyway. Lost my husband a couple years back," She absently touched the sliver dog tags that rested on her chest. "Stepped on an IUD, blew up. Stood right next to him too, cost me 5 pound of medal and over 100 stitches." Molly cocked an eyebrow and touched her right hip, extending her olive drab shirt a bit so he could see a large pink line of scar tissue that started at her navel and moved its way to her right hip and extended beyond the waist of her cargo pants.

Molly laughed softly, "Sorry for the sob story. Do you like working as a doctor?" She asked and pulled her shirt down, seeing if the conversation would move in another direction. Not that she didn't like to talk about Corrigan, and she had a feeling her and James would become close and he would know everything later on, but she just wasn't in the mood to talk about him. Always made her scar itch and her mind to go all fuzzy.

James was sad to hear about Molly's loss - he could only imagine how devastating it must be to lose your husband. His longest relationship was with his toothbrush.

"Do you like working as a doctor?" she asked, hiding her scar away.

"Sure, it's really rewarding and all that bull shit you're meant to say. If i'm honest, the hours are crazy long and i spend my life treating druggies who've overdosed and teenagers who can't handle their drink. I did a stint in Haiti with Doctors without borders though, that was real trauma medicine - the sort of stuff that makes all those years of studying worth it. Next exit's 93."

James had thought he'd never see anything much worse than some of the things he'd seen in Haiti. People trapped under building, legs so badly crushed that they were hardly recognisable as legs. Children bleeding out despite all his efforts to save them.

Haiti may have been bad, he thought, but it was a walk in the park compared to this. At least he had been able to save some people - now, he was helpless. He wasn't even sure whether he should feel sympathy or disgust for the...former humans that now plagued the city.

((OCC: The girl who is still unconscious is now Inactive.))

"Haiti. Ya that was bad. Had a couple Jarhead friends deployed over there to help the search an' rescue." Molly laughed as she turned on the highway, adding, "They sent a shitbrain of a man named Davidson to help. Bastard managed to get squashed by a building. Ask me, he deserved it. Twisted son of a bitch." She chuckled under her breath. Death wasn't something you wished upon people, but not all people deserved the right to live either. Molly pulled up to the small dirt road. James was right, the tank was twice the width it. She opened the hatch and jumped out, making room for the other Marines.

"Did you do that?!" Molly's eyes widened when she saw a large scratch along mud covered door of her jeep. Paul smiled and gave her the finger. "You dipshit!" She sneered and pulled him out of the driver seat. She let Baker and Herringtion ride in the back and James, shot gun. "Oops no room. You can walk. Blow of more steam." She shrugged and looked over at James, "It's sorta close right?" Paul about cover about 12 miles per four hours if he kept up a constant walking speed of around 3 miles per hour. She was pissed a Paul but didn't want to leave him alone. If it was a long ways, Paul was going to have to play bitch and ride on one of the guys laps. She smiled at the thought, that's something she'd pay to see.

(( OOC: I'm not inactive. Sorry I didn't think anyone was rping on this and I'd forgotten to check. Sorry! I'll reply very soon though. Good thing I guess my chick was unconscious.))

Kira woke up in the back of a Jeep and rubbed her eyes sleepily. Where was she? What had happened? She sat up and looked in the feet in front of her where to people sat. In the driver and passenger feet was a man and a women she recognized. Her memories hadn't yet fully came back. She looked down at the dried blood covering her hands and her clothes.
"Wha-" she said shocked and looked up quickly remembering. She remembered the crazy things eating people and the guns and the killing. Her sister. Her lips trembled and she sat back against the back door of the jeep. It all felt so surreal. Was this really happening? She hoped that she was asleep back at home before her parent got sick. Before they went to the hospital. She hugged her arms and watched the woman up in the front seat driving. She didn't know where she was going or who a lot of these people were. The only thing that kept her from jumping out the back was the fact that the woman had obviously not left her for dead back at the hospital and she was too scared to be alone right now. She rested her chin on her knees and starred blankly out the window.

((sorry guys, i've been doing my Finals atm, so been crazy busy!))

James laughed as he jumped into the passenger seat of the jeep. "Don't worry, it's only a mile down the road, He'll be fine!"

He looked over at Paul, grinning wickedly "Then again, you're welcome to sit on my lap. Don't worry, i don't bite - unless you want me to." he said jokingly, laughing.

A noise from the boot of the jeep caused him to turn around suddenly. The woman who had been unconscious was awake.

He nudged Molly "She's awake," he said, turning in his seat to face her.

"Hey, how are you feeling? Like shit, right? Don't worry, you just need a bit of rest and relaxation. I'm Dr James Wishbeck. What's your name?" he said, in his calm, comforting 'doctor' voice, smiling kindly.