To be totally honest, Ollie wasn't sure what had gone wrong. It was a simple looting mission. Into the building, to the top floor, get the specific goods the government lady had asked for and then go. It hadn't turned out that way. The attacking leaper had seen to that. That? That had been a week ago. A week he'd spent, stumbling around both in sickness and exhaustion from blood loss, trying to find somewhere safe to hide because he couldn't go back to Federal Hall and face quarantine. A week spent trying desperately to find a way to contact Allie, because he'd lost his phone in the attack.
Also? A week filled with the best acting he'd ever done.
When he'd finally gotten the idea to board the boat to Liberty Island, to see if maybe Eli or Rae would let him hide out in some shed or something, he'd already started feeling sick. The boat ride had been spent trying not to throw up and trying not to make his zombie bite on his neck too obvious by scratching it. His long, red scarf helped things. It kept the blood hidden, as well as keeping the wound hidden and keeping him from scratching. He figured, when he got to Liberty, he could get a message to Allie. Maybe Rae would go get her.
She'd agreed to, departing immediately and leaving Ollie in the care of the Zimmerman brothers.
Ollie had always been unnecessarily hard on David Zimmerman, he knew that. It was his Twinstinct, as he called it. The man had legitimate feelings for his sister; far more legitimate than that Brandon guy's were, anyway, and it was impossible not to feel jealous or threatened. Now, however? When the younger Zimmerman brother had pitted so desperately (even more desperately than Rae had) for Elliot and Rae to use “their spot,” as he called it, as an impromptu quarantine (“like you did with me,” David had said in what Ollie was sure was supposed to be a whisper, but he'd heard it clearly), Ollie's jealousy and hatred subsided.
Maybe it was because he knew that his time was running short, and someone would have to care for his sister, but whatever the reason, Ollie felt a little better about the guy in that moment. And as such, while Elliot saw Rae off at the dock, Ollie asked David to care for his sister, “just in case.” Even though now it was more or less an inevitability.
David had agreed, saying, “it's all I've ever wanted to do. I won't let anything happen to her, Ollie. I promise.”
So, Ollie waited. He was tired, and he was certain now that he was going to die. But he had to see Allie again. He had to give her the chance to say goodbye. And he had to not look like he was as afraid as he felt when he did so.
The room was dark, and Ollie's senses weren't as keen as they would have been, were he not dying, but he did pick up on the door opening. He turned his head to look, catching his sister's attention with a clear of his throat and a weak-voiced, “I'm over here, Als,” to call her over to the front right corner seats.