Post by Lachryma on Mar 12, 2007 19:46:48 GMT -5
Lachryma looks around the empty waiting room with wonder. She ignores Murray.
"This...is merely waiting room?! Is not operating room?! I is in hospital of future! I is in dream!"
She watches with awe as a nurse hurriedly pushes the wheelchair of a survivor with a stomach wound through the room.
"So...clean. Is perfect place. Is lovely."
She finally deigns to notice Murray.
"Ah, old friend. You submit to be stripped of weapons to come here? Takes brave man to be unarmed in zombie city."
She laughs softly, then steps closer to Murray. She opens her hand slightly, revealing a gleaming scalpel.
"Ooo, you have nasty neck wound. Here, have cloth bandage."
She strolls away from Murray over to the doorway into a nearby hallway and peers down it.
"What miracles are in hospital, I wonder..."
"This...is merely waiting room?! Is not operating room?! I is in hospital of future! I is in dream!"
She watches with awe as a nurse hurriedly pushes the wheelchair of a survivor with a stomach wound through the room.
"So...clean. Is perfect place. Is lovely."
She finally deigns to notice Murray.
"Ah, old friend. You submit to be stripped of weapons to come here? Takes brave man to be unarmed in zombie city."
She laughs softly, then steps closer to Murray. She opens her hand slightly, revealing a gleaming scalpel.
"Ooo, you have nasty neck wound. Here, have cloth bandage."
She strolls away from Murray over to the doorway into a nearby hallway and peers down it.
"What miracles are in hospital, I wonder..."