Lita, Rose, Mina, and Pete - PART ONE
Putting the thought out of her mind, Rose turned to assess Lita and her injuries. Ripping the shirt she cringed at the skin beneath it. There was no bite mark, no marks made by hungry hands, but the skin was darkening with internal bleeding. “You.” The orderly snapped his head to her. “Get a doctor, go whichever that thing didn’t and get one, get fucking two if they come in a pair, and a team of nurses in here.” Looking up at him she had slipped back into her doctor persona; calm, in charge. “Singh’s not dead, and she’s not bit, but if we want to keep that first one a fact I need you to go. Now. Please.”
Watching him run off she returned her attention back to Lita, watching her chest as it continued to rise and fall. “Good. You’re going to be okay, I know you probably can’t hear me but…” she looked back at the man across the room, blood and carnage pooled around his head. “you’re lucky, and you’re going to be okay.” Keeping a hand on Dr. Singh’s she scooted back against the wall, her eyes remaining on the dead body, just in case it took a little longer to reanimate than its sire.
Though the screams grew fainter the farther the situation got from the evaluation room it didn’t stop the sobs left in the creature wake, and Rose she couldn’t help but wonder who was next to cross the woman’s path. It had become abundantly clear that the average civilian couldn’t stay calm nor keep a group coordinated enough to keep the situation under control for long. No, Rose knew the woman wasn’t done--not yet anyway.