Quirking an eyebrow, Zach gave her a serious look as he replied. “It’s not a cover,” he answer simply. “Have you ever smelt burning flesh? Personally that for me ranks worse than this.” Maybe he was just strange that way, but this smell was more bearable than that. “But everyone’s allowed their own opinions on that, right?” He wasn’t looking to start any kind of discussion on what smelled worse, at the end of the day they were both horrible – he could just stomach this one easier.
He supposed that made sense, neither machine was portable really and the last hospital he had been in, anything with wires in it had been stripped. So the science team would probably be lucky if they even managed to find a working MRI machine, let alone one they could move. “Makes you miss the time before zombies, doesn’t it?” There were a lot of things that made him miss that, but when it came to working in the infirmary now, he found himself missing things he had once taken for granted – simple things, like a well stocked supply closet or a competent nursing staff.
“Smalls steps are better than no steps at all, I agree,” Did he expect them to cure this infection – no, but some progress meant that at some point – maybe a hundred years from now – someone might figure out a way to reverse it.
That grin was all kinds of concerning, but Zach didn’t let his hesitance show as he met her gaze, flashing a grin of his own.
“Not half bad, actually,” Granted he hadn’t done it much before the outbreak, but since the infection had taken over Zach had perfected a lot of medical skills he hadn’t necessarily used all that often prior to all of this. “Oh, I see how it is, you’re just using me here,” he teased, smirking as he took the gloves from Talia and pulled them on. “You’re really taking this whole slave thing seriously, huh?” This was asked as he moved close to the table and picked up the required tools to crack the zombie’s chest open.