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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.
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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