meredith fell is a cheater with good intentions. (icheat) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-12-08 11:47:00
Who: Meredith Fell What: Arriving at the prison Where: Prison Warnings: Swearing, maybe. Status: Narrative; Closed
Where time use to be so important to the doctor, in the wake of the zombie apocalypse, time and all it signifed seemed to cease being of any real meaning for anyone. The only thing that mattered was survival, making it to the next morning, to the next night and all over again. It was waking up after you found a place to settle for sleep the night before. When zombies infected the United States, everywhere, Meredith's biggest challenge was more than just her own survival though; it was the survival of her patients too. When Mystic Falls fell, Meredith stayed as long as she could in the hospital to try and help those who were sick and injured. More and more came in everyday and they started coming in infected with the virus. There wasn't a cure for it, but Meredith tried, until the last possible second, to keep them from turning into blood thirsty monsters. Every single time, she failed. They passed on within a day or sooner. It wasn't just adults. There were children too and the elderly that fell to the virus and became the horrid living dead. The town fell pretty quickly and Meredith was eventually forced to leave the only home she'd ever really known.
Over the year and a half, she went through numerous small camps of survivors, but all of them never lasted long. Out in the wilderness or in the remnants of a town if they were lucky, they managed a few moment's reprieve before they were forced to move on. Sometimes, with much depleted numbers than what they arrived with. By the time she'd heard about Everett and the chance of her fellow Mystic Falls residents being within the confines, her view of the world had darkened significantly. The horror of panic strickened faces never stopped filling her sleep and even in her waking moments, Dr. Fell was haunted by the screams and pleading as humans she'd grown attached to, looked up to, and cared for, died in her arms. Once that happened, there was only one solution: to make sure they stayed dead this time around. Shooting them, cutting them up, stabbing them, Meredith lost track of the number of bodies they'd left, piled up in mass graves as they made their way slowly to the supposedly safe haven of Everett. Despite it all, she somehow still fought to keep those who'd fallen victim to zombie bites human. She still held on hope that this might be the one she saved. This might be the one she cured. Undying hope? Meredith sometimes just thought it was desperation.
Meredith reached the prison gates quickly and lingered outside, peering in at the numerous guard on the other side. She wasn't surprised to see a good number higher up too. They could take out threats long before any face to face combat was necessary. Meredith lost her last remaining collegue a day ago to the dreaded zombie bite and she'd had to put the man down herself, using one of her last bullets to do it. It wasn't the first time, but killing anyone, even someone deemed the living dead, was never became any easier. Especially when you were use to saving people, not killing them. In ending them, she was saving lives, but it didn't sit well with her. Not ever. Elena said she would meet her at the gate, but so far, there was no sign of the brunette. Though a year or so had passed since she'd seen the teenager, the guilt she carried for her role in Elena's transition into a vampire never left her. Everyone who knew Elena knew that she never wanted to be a vampire, but Meredith gave her vampire blood to save her life. Her head injuries were much more severe then she let on when she told Jeremy. Of course, none of them expected Rebekah to run her off the road in Matt's truck. No one expected her to drown. Still, Meredith felt the guilt. She'd saved her life, but put her at a great risk all the same. Vampire blood was a powerful healer, but it was also a big gamble. Most of the time, there was no risk of someone dying after being injected with the healing liquid, but Elena was not a normal case. She never was.
The doctor waited, leaning heaving on the wall for anyone to let her in. She knew she'd have to submit to whatever tests they ran, but Meredith had no bites and all her injuries were old. For a human, she'd held up quite well. She dehydrated though and feeling faint; her water ran out a bit ago and her head was light on her shoulders. Her vision blurred again and she blinked, desperate to keep it steady. Hopefully, they would let her in soon.