Each day brought a new challenge to Samantha's world. First she'd gone to the hospital as instructed by one of the doctors there. She'd checked out fine, but they'd recommended some PT for her leg. So up until the invasion she'd been going to PT on a regular basis, Sean Jackson had been helpful and kind to her during the first few sessions but this morning he'd pushed her a little further to help her out.
Sam knew he was trying to help her, but she couldn't help but hate him all the same.
Her body was sore, her leg hurting worse than it had that morning but still, she wasn't one to sit idly by. She'd helped with autopsies only to conclude that the creatures were, in fact, humans that had mutated due to a virus which was likely the result of the pulse that had been sent out from the Marker. It was fascinating to think about, really. How could a simple pulse do so much to infect people? She'd done a bit of asking around, and found that some people had been affected by the Marker but in a different way.
They'd shown signs of Dementia, or at least, that was what she'd gathered from one of the detectives she'd spoken with as he didn't quite know the term for it.
So in order for the infection to spread people had to die to become reanimated and mutate. It wasn't unlike what had happened on the space station, although the Imps infected people with Chromosome 24 by injection methods.
For the hundredth time Sam wished her twin was there with her. John was a good man who now, thanks to her, had superhuman capabilities much like Lucy had. She'd put a lot of trust in him when she'd injected him, but she knew, deep down in her soul, that he wouldn't turn into a creature from Hell.
As tired and worn down as she was, Sam thought a little bit of sunshine might help cure her blues for a little while anyway and so she exited her apartment and started toward one of the main picnic areas. The greeting caused her head to jerk up, and she offered the other woman a smile. "It is a nice day." She commented, limping over to where she sat before taking a seat with a slight groan of pain on the other end of the bench. "I'm making it." She commented with a nod, "I don't. Things are going alright for me so far. The only thing I wish was that my twin was here, but I think everyone is missing somebody from home."
Sam felt as if there was truth to that statement. A lot of people seemed to be here alone or with only a few people from their world of origin. "I'm Dr. Samantha Grimm." She offered her hand with a small smile.