Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 14, 2007 12:36:33 GMT -5
Ivan let out a heavy sigh as Lachryma dragged the worker away.
"I wonder, did my brother have as much trouble with this broad as I am?"
Ivan pushed the thought back in his mind, and headed back down to the main floor of the hospital. Rummaging through the supply closet, he found several first aid kits and a few Necrotech Syringes that had been stored over from the last trade with the Necrotech Office next door. He stashed the supplies in his pack, flung it over his shoulder, and headed for the door.
"Its not worth waiting to convince Lachryma, and Priz needs rest, so I'll have to head to that bar alone." Ivan said, stopping at the front desk.
He turned to the secretary, slamming both hands down on the counter to catch her attention. "There is a man in this hospital, goes by the name 'Priz'. Give him this message. I've headed to the Elbow Room to look for survivors. Once he makes a full recovery, I'd appreciate if he'd come as well."
The secretary scribbled out the message, and gave him a silent nod of recognition. With that, Ivan turned quickly to the door, and walked outside. The front gate and two guards still blocked his way to the main street, but doctors were allowed to pass freely. There was just one thing he needed from the officers.
"I need a weapon."
The two guards looked at each other with a confused gaze, and then focussed their eyes back on Ivan. "Are any of these weapons yours sir?"
Ivan glanced at the name tag of the guard, and then gave him a long angry stare.
"Damn it Jim I'm a doctor not a soldier!"
"I'm sorry sir, but I can't just GIVE you someone else's weapons."
"Then I guess I'll have to go out there, in the height of the zombie apocalypse, unarmed. I wonder how this hospital will feel with one of its best running around zombified, with a pack full of medical supplies..." Ivan said, the sunlight reflecting off of his small glasses and hiding his angry eyes.
"I'm sure they'll be just fine without you sir."
Ivan controlled his anger, and turned to the gate, walking into Malton's perilous streets unarmed. If he was going to get a weapon, he'd have to find it on the side of the road.
"I wonder, did my brother have as much trouble with this broad as I am?"
Ivan pushed the thought back in his mind, and headed back down to the main floor of the hospital. Rummaging through the supply closet, he found several first aid kits and a few Necrotech Syringes that had been stored over from the last trade with the Necrotech Office next door. He stashed the supplies in his pack, flung it over his shoulder, and headed for the door.
"Its not worth waiting to convince Lachryma, and Priz needs rest, so I'll have to head to that bar alone." Ivan said, stopping at the front desk.
He turned to the secretary, slamming both hands down on the counter to catch her attention. "There is a man in this hospital, goes by the name 'Priz'. Give him this message. I've headed to the Elbow Room to look for survivors. Once he makes a full recovery, I'd appreciate if he'd come as well."
The secretary scribbled out the message, and gave him a silent nod of recognition. With that, Ivan turned quickly to the door, and walked outside. The front gate and two guards still blocked his way to the main street, but doctors were allowed to pass freely. There was just one thing he needed from the officers.
"I need a weapon."
The two guards looked at each other with a confused gaze, and then focussed their eyes back on Ivan. "Are any of these weapons yours sir?"
Ivan glanced at the name tag of the guard, and then gave him a long angry stare.
"Damn it Jim I'm a doctor not a soldier!"
"I'm sorry sir, but I can't just GIVE you someone else's weapons."
"Then I guess I'll have to go out there, in the height of the zombie apocalypse, unarmed. I wonder how this hospital will feel with one of its best running around zombified, with a pack full of medical supplies..." Ivan said, the sunlight reflecting off of his small glasses and hiding his angry eyes.
"I'm sure they'll be just fine without you sir."
Ivan controlled his anger, and turned to the gate, walking into Malton's perilous streets unarmed. If he was going to get a weapon, he'd have to find it on the side of the road.