Bea Albrecht (whybeapolite) wrote in undeadsiegeic, @ 2014-06-02 17:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | bea, lydia |
WHO: Bea and Lydia
WHEN: [forward-dated] June 8th, 2014; morning
WHERE: Security check point for looters.
WHAT: Making sure looters haven't been bitten. Probs bitching about things too.
As far as shitty security jobs went, checking the looting groups that came back wasn’t the worst. Bea would take that over anything near the pool house quarantine, actually. Not that she blamed any of the people inside for how they were feeling, but it felt like the air was saturated in stress and fear when you got near there. It didn’t help that one of the people they were sure was going to turn already had, and another one was close to it. Or maybe she already had, Bea hadn’t been over there in a day or so.
Most of those people had to wait out the five day period before they’d be given the all clear to leave. A timeframe that Bea wholly agreed with if it would avoid having to experience the same incident with Lilley again with someone else. She had only come in on the tail end of the chaos, but that was more than enough.
The checkpoint wasn’t anything special, enough to keep people from going further into the resort without approval, but not comfortable by any means. A couple chairs had been brought for security to use if they wanted, but that was the end of the luxury. They hadn’t been there the first time Bea had drawn the job, so she supposed she should be grateful to whomever had taken the initiative; she had a short list of names she thought it might have been.
“Do you feel like the fucking TSA doing this?” Bea asked Lydia as they finished up with a group of three - all clear, thank fuck-. “I mean, you’re probably used to strip searches or cavity searches or whatever, but I just feel like one of those workers in the fucking airport.” And people could be shits about obeying the security rules that had had to be put in place. It was for their own damn good, even if they thought it was invasive.