Torrie Reed (hardbitten) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2016-10-08 07:56:00 |
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There was a long list of things that Torrie would rather be doing with her morning than answer questions about the incident at Walker’s. But because she was trying to be a good example, or citizen, or what the fuck ever, she’d put aside everything else and had Solomon drive her to the Capitol to meet with a Colonel Van Dale. Like that wasn’t fucking intimidating. Not some regular cop, or soldier, a fucking colonel. She found the office easily, scowling at everyone that she walked by who dared to give her a pitying look about the sling on her arm, including the person at the desk that greeted her and guided her through to the Colonel’s office. TORRIE: [she blinks at the man behind the desk, who doesn’t look like the image she’d conjured up in her head. She had expected a middle-aged white guy with a flat top.] We had an appointment for 10AM. I’m Torrie Reed. KĀNE: [he glances up when she walks through his doorway, closing the file he'd been working on and sliding it over to the side of his desk.] Right. Torrie, hello, I’m Colonel Van Dale. [gestures toward the chair on the other side of his desk.] Please, have a seat. Would you like water, coffee, tea…? TORRIE: No, I’m fine. [she takes a seat in the empty chair and waits. She’s not uncomfortable, but she doesn’t know how this is supposed to work.] KĀNE: Thanks for coming in, I know this isn't the greatest of circumstances. [his gaze drops down to the paper in front of him before looking back over to her.] You witnessed some of what happened on the… eighth, correct? Could you tell me where you were and what happened? TORRIE: I was at Walker’s on the eighth, yeah. [she holds back from gesturing at her arm.] I think some barriers were overrun or something. The front of the store was a fu-- was a mess. My friend and I tried to get out through the back, but that was as much of a shitshow. KĀNE: [gets a brief flicker of a smile when she changes her wording.] You can swear, I promise I won't get offended. [he writes down a few notes.] Do you remember there being anything strange before it happened? Anything you saw or heard? TORRIE: [her shoulders relax at his assurance.] You mean before there was fucking geeks at the front doors? No, it seemed pretty fucking normal when me and my friend got there. KĀNE: [he nods, his brow furrowing.] So there was no warning. What was the first sign of something being wrong? TORRIE: The noise at the front, probably. There were people trying to get in and out of the fucking place. KĀNE: I’m sure it was hectic - and you said it was bad in both exit points for the store. Where did you end up getting out? TORRIE: No shit. [she mutters before she can reign her mouth in.] The back exit was less fucked than the front, so we got out through there. Then we made our way around to where the soldiers were at. KĀNE: Did you have any direct contact with any of the zombies? TORRIE: I didn’t, but my friend was bitten. [she wonders if it’s on record already since Kevin’s in quarantine.] he was helping me back up after some panicked fucker made me fall, and a geek got him on the arm. KĀNE: [frowns a bit.] I'm sorry to hear that. You weren't touched by any of them, though? Or by any blood that might have been on where your friend was bitten? TORRIE: No fucking geeks got near me, and KC kept his bite wound away from me. He was fucking worried about sending me into quarantine too. [he’d said as much, so it wasn’t like Torrie was guessing about that part.] KĀNE: Did anything seem unusual about the incident to you? TORRIE: The number of fucking zombies, probably. I’ve seen herds of them before, but they were fucking everywhere. You might want to look into that. [she finishes sarcastically, unable to completely hold it in.] KĀNE: [the corners of his mouth twitch slightly, but his expression otherwise remains neutral.] I assure you, we are. Though that leads me to my last question - in your opinion, what could be done to prevent incidents like this in the future? TORRIE: Fuck if I really know. Better patrols? [she looks at him for a long minute.] You’re the professional, don’t you have any fucking experience with this? KĀNE: I do, in fact, have experience. That's simply a question we’re asking everyone. Is there anything else you'd like to add? TORRIE: [there are so many ways that she could answer that question, but she bites her tongue on all of them.] No. KĀNE: Alright, well thank you for coming in. [he offers her a slight smile.] We really do appreciate you taking the time, and the information you were able to provide. TORRIE: [she offers a half-smile in return, relieved that she made it through the interview okay.] |