trans_9 | Under Seige

At first, Terry wasn't sure what those sounds were. But then it dawned on him. He'd seen enough horror movies to know that sound.

Looks like he'd gotten the suit working again just in time. He pulled on his mask and looked around, trying to see if there was anything that could be used in the med bay to fight anything off, if they needed to. He noticed Scarlet and approached her.

"Do you have any weapons?" He said quietly. He was worried about the kids in the med bay, and didn't want anyone to start panicking.

When she was approached by someone wearing a Batman mask, she blinked, looking at him for a second like she thought she might be hallucinating the mask. She hadn't seen when Terry had come in, having been otherwise engaged, so being approached by Batman threw her for a second, before she blinked again, slowly, and nodded her head.

"Yes," she replied quietly. The hand that she had stuck in the pocket of her hooded sweatshirt withdrew far enough to show the handle of the military issue glock in her possession, before it went back in. "Dr. Sera is armed as well, as is Miss Lane, I think." She wasn't sure who else they had who was armed; there'd been a few people milling around the children earlier who had been armed, but it looked like neither one of them was present any longer.

Hunter might be starting to rethink his stance on fighting at this point, at least where the undead are concerned. "This is... not good." he says, rather unhelpfully. 'Not good' might be a bit of an understatement, but he's trying to remain un-freaked-out.

Luis was armed and was currently marching back and forth around the more open area of the chapel, an extremely grim look on his face.

"I get all the way into outer space and there just HAS to be zombies waiting for me!" He burst into a torrent of Spanish that will go untranslated, because this is a family program. "If I see anything with tentacles popping out of its neck I'm going to do something so drastic I haven't even thought of it yet!"

Now would not be a good time to tell Luis that Las Plagas are waiting for him outside.

"Okay... listen up. I want absolutely everybody who comes in here checked for injuries- OUTSIDE. And every patient gets restraints, no questions! The very last thing we need is surprise assault by some infected person while we're trying to save peoples' lives."

Terry wasn't surprised by Scarlet's confusion at him - he got enough of that back home for it to seem normal. Instead, he just nodded. He needed to know who could fight, if it came to that.

He turned to Luis, since this seemed to be the man in charge. "You're all doctors and stuff, right?" He said, then continued without waiting for an answer, "I'll stay by the doors and check whoever comes in. My armor can keep me from getting bitten - " to a degree, at least, " - and if things get bad, I can fight anything off, while the wounded get moved."

He was assuming that their was a place the wounded could get moved to, of course, but he didn't bring that up.

While the other adults were screaming about zombies, Sherry listened to the gunfire. Right now would have been the worst time to think about that night. Like before, they'd put her in a room for safekeeping. Like before, they were assaulting the monsters outside.

But would the end result really be all that different? How long until they decided to split up? How long before Sherry would be alone again? Her stomach clenched in fear, and very, very quietly, she walked her fingers over to one of the other girls' and held it loosely ~~but not Vega's. Vega was a boy and her dad had other things to worry about~~.

They were her friends, and she wasn't going to let anything bad happen to them.

"So. If it's zombies," she murmured softly to Yuri and Borg, "Then you're going to have to make sure you get their heads. Don't let them scratch or bite, or vomit," Oh yes, she remembered that part quite well, "on you. Because then you'll get sick, too, and they'll have to kill you." Even though she felt like crying, Sherry was shocked at how very calm she sounded. Like she was talking about how to make a good scrambled egg and not killing murderous undead.

Roxie is... hurt. It's not from the zombies, no—it's from clamping down on one of her little spider-things, after a certain someone fell on it out in the main area. But there are lines of slow-healing scratches across her face and hands, and the middle of her left hand is a clotted mass.

"I could supply some of those restraints," she says, starting to spool out much more steel chain and woven rope from her jacket than it should really be able to physically hold.

Thank god she and Ollie marathoned Resident Evil, and thank god she has a gun. She nods, seriously.

"I'm armed."

And then it's time to add to the guy in the flying rat suit and Luis.

"Alright, so we need set up. We need people who know their stuff about zombies –– and aren't kids –– to be in the front, checking for symptoms, marks and that. Batboy can't be out there alone. Any volunteers?"

Jamie is actually still in the medbay as well - he was pretty much in the process of setting down the extra supplies he had brought with him just before everything went down. Seeing the masked man talking with the one doctor, he figured there was the person in charge. "I can help ye with checking people and defending the doors, unless word comes down that I need to reinforce the front lines." He's armed, and while not possessed of a nifty bat-suit, does have some armor on.

However, he's a little unclear as to what a zombie actually /is/, and while he normally would just try to fake his way out of this, he's thinking that now is probably not the best time to do so. "I've not fought these zombies before, so if ye could just tell me the best way to kill them and what to be looking for apart from bites, it would be verra helpful."

Roxie was hurt. Outside there was a mad cacaphony of groans and the stuttering bark of gunfire, coughs of the pistols, flat thumps as rotting flesh toppled over.

Roxie was hurt. The air already stank like death.

Yuri was stock still but trembling. What Sherry said only compounded the horror. She felt it build slowly like a drawn out symphony. Sometime soon would be a horrible crescendo, a splattering fugue of meat. She knew what it was like. She remembered the boys who had attacked her. She remembered Kasumi and the Forest of Spaceships.

She squeezed Sherry's hand and tried to appear brave even as tears of fear crept ticklingly down her cheeks. They itched but she could not bring herself to move.

Borg could though. His wings spread over them and for once she was glad for him. The drills formed patterns like soldiers on the march, providing living steel bars for the doors.

"Me," Roxie says to Lois, "and before you feel like objecting because I'm a child, I can sense these things on sight. I won't need to spend time checking for symptoms."

Or she presumes so. And she's right—mostly.

Absently she scratches at her face with her right hand. Some of the thin lines of injury are starting to visibly turn into scabs.

Batboy!? Terry thought indignantly, then pushed it out of his head. Now is not the time, McGinnis.

"You're right," he said, focusing on the task at hand, "we should have at least two people at the doors, in case one person goes down. A few more couldn't hurt, but I don't want to short-hand the med staff."

He nodded at Jaime and Roxie. "Thanks. And if these zombies are anything like the ones in VRs, fire's probably a good way to go. Decapitation, too, probably. But Dr. Shouty over there," he gestured towards Luis, "seems to know more about it then I do."

Bat, boy, batboy.

She nods.

"We definitely can't spread ourselves too thin, but hey, it can't hurt to have more outside until they're actually needed inside. We can't have people standing around waiting for the action to reach us."

Not that the action was SUPPOSED to reach them. Her hands drift to her hips when she looks at Roxie, on the defensive.

On principle, she wants to tell the kid no, sit down, close your eyes and think of My Little Ponies or Barbies whatever it is that little girls like these days, but then she reminds herself that this is bizarro world, where children are trained fighters or wear alien suits, and there are talking velociraptors.

(Can you tell she'll never get over that?)

"Are you going to stay BEHIND everyone else at all times, then, where you're safe? Can you sense through walls?" she asks. It sounds more like an order. She is NOT going to be responsible for a child getting mauled by flesh-eating fiends.

"I'm familiar with them, too." Scarlet spoke up. "We rarely called them zombies where I'm from, but the-" she paused, frowning a little and glancing at the door. "-Infected are something I have very intimately encountered." She shifted away from where she was standing and walked slowly to a more central location among the group, looking and acting very calm despite the raging panic in her head.

"I don't know for sure if the creatures out there are the infected I'm familiar with or something else, but they sound similar, at least." She paused, pressing her lips together and looking around at the faces around her. "I was the chief medical researcher on a project funded by the American Government, to learn and study the virus, in an attempt to understand it and potentially find a cure.

"The fundamentals of killing an infected human are simple. Batman's right, decapitation or fire are excellent ways to take them out. Injury to a vital organ, such as the brain or heart will also kill them as it would a human. Unlike humans, they do not feel pain, so shooting them in an arm or leg will just slow them down." She looked at the door, now. "They aim to kill us, so we have to aim to kill them. There's no saving anyone who is infected." She glanced at Roxie, tilting her head slightly. "An early warning system would be very helpful." As much as she disliked the idea of children in the thick of things, Tammy and Andy both had proved themselves very hardy in a dire situation. She knew not to underestimate kids.

"Dr. Shouty?" Luis snapped at Batman. The last thing he needed were derisive nicknames from Batman of all people.

Still, his nervous yelling of orders seemed to have got people to regard him as an authority around here, so he might as well make the best of it.

"I don't care what kind of magic powers we've supposedly got, I want everybody who comes in here injured checked for bites or scratches. Look for blood around the lips or discolored skin or eyes. And all patients, injured or not, are getting restrained until we know there's no threat."

He glanced over at Batman. "You might be our best bet in a fight, Mr. Dark Knight, so if you could just patrol all around in here, that would be fantastic."

"No, because other people are safer behind me," Roxie says to Lois, and her tone is one of those perfectly stubborn ones that children can manage so perfectly. "And I'd have to be able to smell through walls first to do that. Which I can't. I've fought things worse than the walking dead before and gotten away from it without any lasting injuries."

Her left hand is twitching visibly, enough that she's have to fight against it to get anything done, the scabby clotted mess across the middle of both sides of it... squirming. It's creepy, if one catches sight of it.

She glances over at Scarlet. "You're making assumptions. I'm familiar with infectious creatures with a progression that can be slowed or stop if it's caught in time. As long as we can do it safely, there's no reason not to restrain anyone infected and possibly try to reverse it."

She's started to set up short lengths of rope tied to the corners of some of the makeshift cots the medical area has laid out, neatly looping the rope she has around to make quick-tightening catches for wrists and ankles. There's a disturbing efficientness to it, as though she's had practice with restraining people like this before.

"So, do we have anything to make fire with, then?" Jamie's hand automatically drops, checking to make sure the claymore he had gotten out of stores was still there. He glances over at the windows and frowns, tapping his lip thoughtfully with a finger. As the others address Roxie, he looks her way, and his eyes go wide with recognition.

"Can ye help with the windows, as well, in case they try to get in that way?" There's a certain level of respect in his voice with that question - he's not underestimating Roxie at all.

Sherry wiped Yuri's face with her hand and kept from rolling her eyes. She'd had to do this before, she knew how scary it was, but if she thought about it, she'd just be more scared. "Just calm down," she murmured. "If you panic, it will be bad. Trust me."

She stifled a shudder, and pulled away from Yuri, and spoke up, "I... I don't know how comfortable I am with staying one room. It seems..." Stupid. "Like we're trapped."

Yuri shook her head. Actually she shook the entire rest of her body too, but that was the voluntary part of the motion.

Necessities were awful things. She'd been bombarded with them for a year now. You can't get out of it. You have to catch them. Don't kill the aliens. It's your duty. Dig her out. She's not human anymore, kill her. It can't be helped. There's nothing to be done.

Not this time though. Here in the midst of her fear, a whirlpool of sick feeling around her, she'd come to a decision.

"N-n-n-n-n-no. If I h-have to d-d-die, I w-want it to be with you guys."

"If you calm down, I'll stop calling you that," Terry shot back to Luis.

He turned to Roxie. "If you can fight, I could use you. I know better then to underestimate kids in a fight. Besides, that trick with the endless coat pockets could come in handy." Hopefully the issue of whether or not Roxie would be allowed to do anything wouldn't turn into a big argument. There probably wasn't time for that.

"Fire... fire... well, I've got exploding batarangs, but those are limited, and I don't want to use them in closed quarters like this," he'd learned his lesson from the smoke bomb from the off-world mission. "So, I think we should pool our resources. Make sure everyone has something that'll be useful, y'know."

What he said next, he thought really hard about. He mentally went through his entire arsenal. He weighed his options. He didn't like what he was about to say, but it might wind up being his last resort if things got ugly. He knew most of his tech wasn't lethal, and that his biggest asset right now was the defensive elements of the suit. So he said it, even though he didn't like the idea.

"...I think I need a gun."

Red Snout limps towards to the entrance of the medical bay, nursing what looks to be a bullet wound in his side. He snarls at the guards, coming up against the living barrier preventing him from getting to the medical bay.

"I am injured and require healing. Let me in!"

Sharp Tongue moves to the door, her lip curling as she sniffs. She can smell Red Snout, and Red Snout's blood, but none of the alien rot on him.

"Let him in. He is my tribesman. I am shaman, I can treat his wound."

"Check him," Lois orders the guards.

"For what? I carry no disease or vermin! Allow my kinsraptor to see to my wound before I bleed to death!" He might be exaggerating, just to get them to let him in. That and he's in a bad mood.

"Aye, well, we're to take no chances," Jamie informs the...OTHER...raptor, forcing a no-nonsense tone into his voice. He'll just ignore the small part of his mind that is trying to deal with the concept of multiple raptors on board the ship, for the moment.

"And besides, until the wee lass who put up the barrier sees fit to take it down, ye're not going to be able to get in here anyway. So ye can let us look you over. Or if ye prefer, I can shoot ye instead."

There is no way his rifle is going to take down a raptor, but he's not going to let that slip.

"Your choice."

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