Joey Schumacher is Dave's (![]() ![]() @ 2016-02-07 20:52:00 |
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When the blackout hit, it was like clockwork. It always was, anymore. Jo groaned a little as she pushed herself upright from the place where she'd woken up in the woods right near the lake. "Hello?" she called out nervously. There wasn't anyone else around. Usually, they wound up in pairs. The last time they hadn't had been last week and all of those people wound up terribly ill. That...was not reassuring for Jo as she pushed herself up to her feet. She sighed, brushing off her backside with both hands to clear it of the dirt from the forest floor and started walking. She might as well make a few quick rounds to make sure everyone was all right; see if anyone needed anything. If they were all very lucky — she and Dr. McCoy most of all, by now, probably — then maybe the experiment was over for them and they would get better. If, however, her waking up in the woods alone was any indicator that the previous experiment was continuing with a second wave, then this could get ugly sooner than later. If that was the case, she needed to make her rounds quickly before she started to feel it and was rendered completely goddamned useless. Having woken up near the lake, that put the nearest patient in the cabin not too far off. Bo. She'd felt especially bad that she couldn't quite bring herself to help Bo to help herself, because she didn't want to render herself ill in the process and, somehow, kissing someone with sores in their mouth felt like walking right into her own sickness. Once she reached the cabin, Jo knocked on the door, calling out to Bo with a subsequent, "are you in here?" She hoped Bo hadn't been taken again...enough was enough. The Management was clearly insane, but beyond that...taking someone two weeks in a row when they'd had to spend the last week sick in bed because of it was just cruel. |