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Who: Martha Jones
Where: The School Infirmary

What: It was a nice surprise to find a group of survivors, but she was surprised to see how many of them Tom took in, the man was a saint in her book. Yet with all of those people it meant people were going to need a doctor, sure she had just gotten her job when the outbreak happened and she was called into a meeting with one of the countless think tanks going to the United Nations in New York or the Pentagon in Virginia.

She lucked out to be picked to go with the group to New York, but that was when things got worse, when they found millions of people wandering the streets. She managed to find another group of survivors at the airport, and they had quickly made their way up north. It was a horrific sight, with dead coming back to life only to devour either the living or the pass on the virus to another unfortunate soul. But she and her group survived, it was not a large group by the time they got to the school.

How they did it was a stroke of luck and maybe a wee bit of faith, but the one question that nagged Martha was home, back in England. She had worried about her family and friends, and as she took stock of the pitiful school infirmary, she pushed those thoughts to the very back of her mind. "We're gonna need to get more medical supplies if we're gonna open up a proper clinic." She did not expect a top rate hospital, but with all of those people, they were going to need something to mend the injured and treat the ill. She walked over towards a desk, and she started to write down the things needed to stock their makeshift hospital.

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Aidan had never seen anything like this before. Yes, there had been the virus that had wiped out most of the vampires the year before, but this was different. Once the vampires were gone, they were gone and they didn't come back as mindless zombies. It was frightening, even to him.

The day he had returned from the hospital and found the brown house empty had ben horrible. He searched the city for both Sally and Josh, but couldn't find them. They were gone, either someone had killed them, or they had ran and decided not to loo back. He didn't blame them really.

Now, he was with a group of survivors, holded up in a school. He had to learn to survive on a few drops of blood a day, which caused him to be weaker than normal. But, he did it because he didn't want to end up murdering the survivors. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he did.

As he stood in the infirmary, Aidan looked over at Martha and nodded. "I worked as a nurse at Boston General and I know where everything is at there. I'm not sure if Tom would let me, but maybe I could grab a few people and head there tomorow to get some supplies," he offered.

Martha had lived through it, but it was something nobody would ever had remembered but she did. It was horrible, but she never saw anything like this before.

The job with UNIT had promise, lots of promise but all of that is gone now and it didn't seem to matter. She had hoped they would have had answers, but the virus had such an excellent change to spread all thanks to air travel. It was the perfect carrier to bring down the entire system as they knew it, and now it was literally every man for themselves.

It was when Aidan mentioned being a nurse at Boston General; she looked almost horrified and relieved at the same time. "Boston has to be crawling with them, them, the dead." However, they needed the supplies before another and far more ruthless enemy found their huddled masses. But, she continued with the list, from insulin, clotting agents, blood pressure medications, and every possible thing needed to tend to everyone who calls the school home.

"There has to be some clinics or local hospitals near by, we might do better to try our luck there. Just I’m sure other people thought of these places.” Martha sighs, so as crazy as it sounded Aidan’s idea seemed sound.

Aidan knew Martha was right about Boston and how it had been thick with the zombies. He didn't even know if he wanted to go there at night, when the dead seemed to freeze in place. So he found himself nodding his head when she made her suggestion about finding more local places.

"From what I saw, a lot of people were staying away from any sort of medical place. I think they were afraid of getting sick or attacked," he told her. "But, I think there might be a supply run tonight so if you give me a list, I can see what I can find."

It was worth a shot, at least. Aidan had found that a lot of the stores out there were untouched, most likely because so many people thought staying inside of Boston was the best place to be.

Martha remembers when she they spoke about London and the number of people that turned and it was just a sea of the undead. It spread all over the United Kingdom, Cardiff, Glasgow, Bristol, and that was not the start of it until it spread through the rest of Europe.

She continues to write down drug names, azithromycin, amoxicillin, amlodipine besylate, metformin, and a few others. "We're gonna need to get some medical history from the people here, so it should help narrow down what we're going to need to get." She stops writing when Aidan mentions any medical facility; she frowns and then puts her hand to her face.

"I'm not sure anywhere is safe, anywhere people went, those things were to be found. We've got to brave what's out there without contributing to the population of the undead." Martha rubs her eyes, she's exhausted still from her trip from New York, and not allowing herself a chance to relax. "And we've got a lot of work cut out for us."