Hospital Car Park

[Laraqua]

Only the blankets and the two stretchers are within reach. His blindly groping hand grasps an ankle.

[Zombiedla]

Faint moans can be heared from Roger. "I.. I don't feel so good." His words no more than a whisper.

[OOC: Woa, I missed alot. Sorry about that!]

[Mr. Handy]

Sarah wishes she could do something to help, but she has to hold the blanket to block the gap or they'll all die. Her muscles ache from the effort and the chill permeates her bones, but she knows she cannot let go no matter what. She glances uneasily back at the others and notices the torch lying on the floor near Geoff's feet. Why has he dropped it? she wonders.

[Wrl101]

Geoff refuses to let go of the handle to try and find some suitable weapon. Then it strikes him.
The torch!
Kneeling down, one hand still at the handles and his eyes still on the tape, he tries to grab the torch with his freehand but, if he cannot find it soon enough, Geoff will grab hold of the other handle again and hold the doors with all his remaining might.

[Laraqua]

Geoff's fingers grasp the torch.

[Zombiedla]

Roger uses all of his willpower to try to stand up and be ready for any danger that may lie ahead.

[Mr. Handy]

Sarah keeps the blanket pressed tightly over the hole in the barricade, trying her best to ensure there are no gaps and maintaining complete silence. She cranes her neck back to look at the others.

[Wrl101]

Geoff brings the torch up again, ready to swing it and strike with it if need be. He mutters nonsense to himself, just needing to hear his own voice, to focus on something.

[Mr. Handy]

Sarah holds the blanket flush with the barricade, trying to make the seal as airtight as she can. What the bloody hell is happening? she thinks. This is a nightmare, right? It's got to be. But it all feels so real, and in her heart she knows it is. What are those...things...outside? She sheds more tears at the thought of the destruction and chaos that had to be going on all over London. What if it's not just London? What if this is happening all over the world? She doesn't give voice to these fears, though. Not only would that make noise, it would also alarm the others unnecessarily. Got to hang in there. Stiff upper lip and all that. God, please let Daddy be all right.

[Laraqua]

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The air in the ambulance becomes somewhat cooler and yet they find themselves sweating, covered in a slick moisture that is partially their own, and partially the same as what condenses on the interior of the ambulance. The little boy whimpers and covers his face in his hands and the noise catches Geoff, seeming to wake him up a little, as though he were just coming out of a dream.

There are no bizarre sounds coming from inside or out. Geoff hears no more whispers coming from the corpse. The little boy burrows his face in his arms. Sarah's arms are getting tired and beginning to ache because of how cold her arms. Roger feels more awake than before, it seems as though the drugs he had taken are rapidly wearing off.

[Mr. Handy]

As strong as Sarah's spirit is, her body can only take so much. She strains against her weariness to hold the blanket in place and looks imploringly at Roger. "Please," she whispers, "help me...I don't know how much longer I can hold this."

[Zombiedla]

Roger who feels much better now replies "Oh, I'm so sorry. I should have thought of that earlier. Ofcourse I'll help." He takes Sarah's place and keep the blanket in place.

[Mr. Handy]

Sarah smiles. "It's okay," she whispers back. "You were in pretty bad shape, but it looks like you're doing better. Thanks." She waits until she's certain Roger has a firm grip on the blanket and that he isn't going to have a relapse before she dares release it.

[Wrl101]

Geoff shakes his head slowly, trying to regain focus and shake loose any touch of delerium that still clings to his mind. What happened? What is happening?

"Don't suppose its safe for me to let go of the door yet?"

[Mr. Handy]

Sarah shakes her head no, her loosened hair brushing over her shoulders.

[Laraqua]

Time passes. The ambulance occasionally uttering a creak of discontent.

[Mr. Handy]

Sarah rubs her aching arms and hugs herself to alleviate the cold and her fright. She tries a Tai Chi breathing exercise to help calm herself down.

[Laraqua]

Minutes creep by. The cold begins to numb their limbs. None of them are dressed for this kind of weather. No London spring can match this kind of cold. It is as though they are sitting in a meat locker. If they remain like this, hypothermia will no doubt set in.

[Zombiedla]

Roger whispers to the others: "We can't stay here like this much longer. We'll freeze to death if we do. We need to get out of here, think of the kid!"

[Mr. Handy]

Sarah looks over to Geoff. "This ambulance has got to have a heater, right?" she whispers. "We've just got to turn it on. If we can't do it from here, one of us will have to reach into the cab and do it." She gulps. "I can do it. I'm small and I move very fast. If you tell me where the controls are I can be in and out in seconds. I'll borrow that second blanket to wrap myself in, use a surgical mask to protect my face and goggles if there's a pair here, and I've already got gloves on my hands." She motions to the blanket Roger is holding. "I can get in through there."