All David was focused on was staying under the radar. For some ungodly reason, the men in charge felt like picking on him that day, and every time he encountered one of them, it seemed like they were… well, he wasn't sure if "annoyed by his existence" was the right phrase, but it was closer (and kinder) than anything else he could think of right then. He sat back against a wall, doing what he'd always done in high school and making himself as small as possible, knowing that if no one ran into him, it wasn't possible for them to get aggressive or be rude to him. He'd never done well against aggression, anyway. The worst part of it was the "I'm a lover, not a fighter" line didn't even apply to him, because he was barely a lover.
That thought process aside, he sat down at one of the chairs about three or four feet from the quarantine area. He had always been intrigued by what went on behind those doors… not enough to go and get bitten, but enough to venture close and peer in.
David always thought the concept of a quarantine sounded more like a prison than a preventative measure, and as he peered in through the two-by-two barred window that thought was only confirmed. Everyone in there looked miserable. Whether they were en-route to infection or not, everyone in there just looked so hopeless, and that was exactly what David hadn't needed to see. And if that wasn't bad enough, which it most certainly was, each door had an armed guard sitting in front of it, with some kind of gun pointed directly into the room. Because as someone was dying, that was certainly a comforting message to give. Take a turn for the worse and we'll shoot you. Cheery… he thought.
He didn't have much more time to look and get a feel of the situation, before a bit of a bustle started taking place near the door. David jumped to attention and took a couple of steps back, noticing that the guards were escorting someone to the door. Someone who had survived the trials and come out to be Immune, maybe? Lucky them. He walked a little ways away, but not completely out of the way, listening as the conversation started taking place.
David decided, in that moment, to watch that person for a few days. To see what it was like after one was labeled immune… since he sincerely hoped that he never had to find out first hand.
But the man seemed to be numbed. He didn't react in any way. No words… he barely moved. It was probably inappropriate to call it fascinating, but there was really no other term for it. Eventually, the man finally stood, and started walking for the exit. And it was about that point that David realized that he was standing right in his path. But before he had a chance to move out of the man's path, he bumped into David's shoulder.
But there was no reaction. Which was surprising. David looked at the man with an arched eyebrow when he apologized and shook his head. "It's okay. I was in the way. I think I saw you leaving quarantine the other day…" he mumbled nervously.