More people could be a bit like Jackie, willing to make light of things – even themselves – if it got a laugh or a smile. Zach thought that maybe he should take notes; maybe observing her would help with his less than stellar way with patients. “You truly are,” he drawled, a charming smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Not even sure I’m worthy to be in the same room as you.” This conversation was goofy, but with everything else going on lately, goofy was good.
This place always seemed on the verge of chaos – hell, the whole world did – Zach wouldn’t voice that thought aloud though, it wasn’t his place to make commentary on what leadership was doing or who they were pissing off of late. No, his job was to make sure the people living within the walls of the compound were healthy and patched up. Everything else was someone else’s concerned. “True,” he nodded his head in agreement. “I don’t envy them having to deal with this shit.” Heavy is the head that wears the crown, or however that saying went.
“I see the benefits of sugarcoating things, I’m just shitty at it,” Life was full of people letting half-truths and shit, he mostly didn’t want to add to the whole mess. Plus, wasn’t like people had a lot of options now a days for medical attention. “It’s better left to people like Talia who can just smile and set a patient as ease.” Yeah, he was a little envious of that – but considering that woman’s smile, he sort of understood. “And now you continue to prove you’re sane.”
The conversation sure had taken a turn for the grim. Zach thought it was encouraging that there were people out there that did think the world would recover, he just maybe was too jaded to agree with them. At least he could agree that it wasn’t likely they would be seeing the end of zombies anytime soon. “I’m sorry, you got to talking about evolving and all I could think of was the X-men,” man, he used to love those comics. “You’ve got logic there, the more of those fuckers we kill, the fewer there are.” But in that same respect people were dying every day as well, so would there be people to continue picking off the zombies? He wasn’t going to bring up that thought. Some things were better left unsaid.
Maybe he was just an odd ball, but Zach truly did prefer the quiet or conversation – at least when he had company. When he was alone that was another story, sometimes he would go with music then. “Don’t think you’re going to get the chance,” he answered with his own smirk. “I rarely do anything wrong, but I can give you other reasons to make noise.”