|Red (noattachments) wrote in immune_ic,|
@ 2011-11-22 16:27:00
|Entry tags:||# 2011  november|
Who: Laney and O'Brien
What: Laney brings him a gun!
When: backdated to the 19th, around dusk
Where: the infirmary
Status: in progress
Laney walked quickly. Her last experience walking outside a safe house at night did not prove to be as successful as she'd have liked. Of course, crushing a bunch of zombies under a fire escape was good stuff, really effective. But it was pure, stinking luck, and Laney didn't think the odds would be in her favor this time-- especially where she was alone now. It was just starting to get dark, something she'd planned around her leaving. It was easier to move around unnoticed this way. No one left in Madison really cared where she went, but she wasn't sure she could say the same once she got to the infirmary. She'd never been there before, and so had no idea what was waiting for her. She wasn't even sure how she was going to get the gun in. She supposed since it didn't have a firing pin, that it'd be slightly easier to manage. But she wasn't sure.
She sighed, though stopped almost abruptly when she heard a rustle nearby. She wasn't scared though. She knew the roads probably better than anyone else, maybe save one of the Immune. She'd lived outside the safe houses for several years before finally being nearly forced inside one by Rae. She knew how to survive without help, knew the ins and outs of the city, and was skilled at escaping even the nastiest pickles. Having no one to worry about definitely had it's advantages and Laney was living proof of that. So, instead of letting any semblance of fear take over and make her clumsy, she simply drew her sword and kept walking.
It wasn't long until she made it. The safe house infirmary he was located in wasn't terribly guarded. But there were people there, for obvious reasons. Briefly, she wondered if she should get the large bump on her eyebrow looked at. It hadn't bled since she'd gone to bed the night before. But it was painful.
"No," she said to herself, out loud. She was going there for one thing. And that was to bring a desperate man a gun. Smiling, she approached one of the people standing around. She wasn't sure if it was a doctor, a nurse, or a guard. Though, judging by the fact that they weren't armed, she figured it was one of the former. "Um, hi," she said. "I'm here to visit my, uh. Uncle. He was moved from Quarantine recently, to here. Can I see him?" The person, a man, looked at her suspiciously. "Leave your sword outside," he said finally, before pointing her in O'Brien's direction.