Day two on the quarantine front and Lydia still wasn’t settled on the methods the hotel was going to in order to prevent a larger outbreak. More so than that, she kept imagining what sort of shitty conditions her sister was being exposed to. Cassidy was the only one allowed in, but even with her twin’s updates, Lydia’s nerves were on edge. She hadn’t slept much since the incident, but had reached the point where exhaustion had melted into a zombie-like energy, unceasing. Eventually, she expected she’d crash and need to sleep, but right now, keeping herself busy was the key.
At least she’d managed to draw a security shift with someone who wasn’t one of the assholes part of the hotel staff, and not someone who was half-assing their task either. It didn’t take a crazy amount of brains to do what they were doing. Basically frisking everyone they suspected of a bite. Nothing unusual for Lydia, although she understood how uncomfortable it made some of those who came in. The ones who put up an argument about it actually made the whole experience more interesting. Or at least helped to pass the time.
Or maybe they just gave Lydia someone else to yell at. That much was appreciated. Every time someone approached and requested entrance, she found herself hoping they’d be dicks about the security procedures.
Lydia glanced at her partner when she spoke. “Put a couple of those wands in our hands and we’d be the spitting image. Welcome to Zombie Airlines. Enjoy your fucking trip.” She wondered, too, how permanent this would be. If they would have to run security shifts until the zombies weren’t a problem anymore.
“It blows my mind how some dumbasses don’t think this is necessary, after what happened.” She gestured behind them at all the noise coming from the lobby. “All these people living in one place and they’re just now worried about assholes hiding bites?”