IC-Quarantine(MacPherson/Johansen/Gomez/Ellison/Wu/Simpson)
Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2021 2:58 am
Z-Day - 11:21 AM Mountain Time - Warren Air Force Base, west of Cheyenne, Wyoming
In the intake area-
Major Jaclyn MacPherson, the head of the quarantine clinic's staff, walked into the intake area. Like the others on staff, she wore an orange Racal suit to prevent exposure to biohazards. "I just got word that the survivors we've been expecting are entering the base and will be here soon," she said, addressing the others in the room. "Let's get ready to receive them and start triage. They're all injured, one of them seriously. Remember to make sure that your suits are not breached. Otherwise you'll end up in quarantine longer than you'd planned."
Lt. Oscar Gomez did not need to be told twice. Probably nobody on the staff was more careful than him. Senior Airman Tom Wu just nodded. The thought of having to go through the chaos out there was daunting. He had been worried that he might have been sent out to escort the survivors in since he was the senior orderly, but Catherine Rourke had volunteered. He didn't understand why she wanted to go out there, but he was glad it wasn't him. Airman Gary Simpson grunted, preparing medical supplies.
In the men's isolation ward-
Captain Nils Johansen was making his rounds in the men's ward, where the male survivor who had somehow gotten inside the base perimeter earlier this morning was staying. There were eight curtained alcoves in a row, but only the last of them was occupied currently. That would change as soon as the survivors from the communications outpost were brought in. He looked into Room 8, where the elderly man from Cheyenne named Simon Crane lay sleeping on his bed. He was suffering from severe fatigue and was badly shaken by the horrors that had befallen the city this morning.
In the intake area-
Major Jaclyn MacPherson, the head of the quarantine clinic's staff, walked into the intake area. Like the others on staff, she wore an orange Racal suit to prevent exposure to biohazards. "I just got word that the survivors we've been expecting are entering the base and will be here soon," she said, addressing the others in the room. "Let's get ready to receive them and start triage. They're all injured, one of them seriously. Remember to make sure that your suits are not breached. Otherwise you'll end up in quarantine longer than you'd planned."
Lt. Oscar Gomez did not need to be told twice. Probably nobody on the staff was more careful than him. Senior Airman Tom Wu just nodded. The thought of having to go through the chaos out there was daunting. He had been worried that he might have been sent out to escort the survivors in since he was the senior orderly, but Catherine Rourke had volunteered. He didn't understand why she wanted to go out there, but he was glad it wasn't him. Airman Gary Simpson grunted, preparing medical supplies.
In the men's isolation ward-
Captain Nils Johansen was making his rounds in the men's ward, where the male survivor who had somehow gotten inside the base perimeter earlier this morning was staying. There were eight curtained alcoves in a row, but only the last of them was occupied currently. That would change as soon as the survivors from the communications outpost were brought in. He looked into Room 8, where the elderly man from Cheyenne named Simon Crane lay sleeping on his bed. He was suffering from severe fatigue and was badly shaken by the horrors that had befallen the city this morning.