My name is Omar.

Omar Farouk. I'm a doctor. The group doctor. I'm thirty years old, and well, I'm doing my best to get by. It's not always enough, but I'm working on it. What else can I do?

[kris-shepard]

[Out in the street front of theatre, Mike is hurling boulder sized dirt clods at Kris who is running back and forth, jumping darting from side to side to avoid whatever Mike throws her way as fast as he can because to Kris, her not being fast enough to dodge was the exact reason why she was down for two weeks and the reason why she got hurt. Kris lets out a grunt as one of the dirt clods hits her in the shoulder and explodes into a cloud on impact. But she doesn’t let that stop her and she keeps moving, dodging the rest of the attacks. Eventually, Kris stands her ground and draws her sword in a flash of red and cuts down a dirt clod and explodes into dust before she sheathes it again.] Okay! [Kris shouts, letting out a huff as she bows at the waist and holds a hand up towards Mike.] Break. [The moment the word leaves her lips he lets the dirt clods around him drop and crumble and he quickly heads over to Kris pull away the dirt that is scattered over her body from previous hits she took. Once Kris clean, she heads over to the nearby sidewalk and slumps down to catch her breath because as much as she hates to admit it, she’s feeling sort of winded and weighed down. Not just by her healing injuries but with everything that’s happened. ]

[omar-farouk]

I appreciate the need to train and all, but couldn't you guys just use pillows or something? [Omar bites his lips, having been watching the scene from a doorway. The words are soft and distant, not so much complaining as an effort at a lame joke. He crosses his arms, looking down at the woman as he emerges from his position.] 

[rayna-talbot-blog]

[Two more people were gone and there had been no way to stop it. Waverly didn’t understand why she could heal people and yet people were still leaving. It made no sense to the small blonde that this kept happening. She couldn’t allow herself to feel guilt. That voice in the back of her head was forcing her to move forward even if rest of her still felt like thing’s were growing more messed up. Waverly wasn’t a fighter. She was never going to be one, but her guard was up still up as she held the small knife in her hands. The town was strange and it left a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. Waverly heard someone walking and slowly moved to make sure the person was a friendly face and not another mutant.She gave who it was a chance to come out before she made any rash move’s]

[omar-farouk]

It's just me. [Omar called out when the woman turned, evidently caught off-guard by his approach. Although the fog had lifted, it still clung to his mannerisms, forcing him to move cautiously, making his presence known to someone he half-expected couldn't see him. Looking up, he offers the best smile he can.] I'm sorry. I shouldn't be sneaking around.

[melrose-vincent]

[Felicia was alone again and she didn’t mind it too much. It was sort of how she preferred thing’s to be. Too many connections meant getting attached and that was a problem. Still, it wasn’t much fun to spend most of your time by yourself. It was her choice though. Unfortunately, for her, she had misplaced her matches and needed a cigarette bad. The stale pack was almost empty and the young woman who still was in the dark about her past addictions needed to smoke. She got up from her spot on the floor against a way once she heard footsteps coming her way. ] Got a light? 

[omar-farouk]

Mhmm. [Omar mumbles through his own cigarette as he moves by, fishing for the half-filled lighter he'd found a few days earlier. Holding it up for the woman, he lets her strike up her smoke, chomping down a bit on the one dangling from his lip.]

[jamie-gallagher]

[Natalie for the most part spent most of her time inside the tent with Kris’s body. She had given the woman as much blood as she could before getting dizzy and kept doing everything Rose asked when she whispered the words to Thomas, but nothing they seemed to do could return the color to the unconscious woman’s cheeks. The most they could do now was wait and see if Kris pulled through or if her body would finally give out and her heart would finally stop beating. Natalie didn’t feel right completely leaving the woman so she just sits outside for the time from time to time, right now she’s sitting cross legged on the floor outside the tent clutching a piece of Kris’s armor in her hands, silently wondering if she had made it thicker if it would have made a difference.]  

[omar-farouk]

Do you need anything? [Omar doesn't bother coming in, but he knows from being around that someone must be keeping watch on the inside. His voice is soft but firm, but it rings oddly flat when he speaks up, mostly void of emotion.] A break?

[alexcaverly-blog]

[Alex completely ignores the doctor’s presence as she continues to throw her fit by throwing things at the walls and breaking anything she possibly can. She’d throw the table itself if she could, but the damned thing is nailed to the floor. She kicks it anyway, causing pain to shoot up her leg, but it doesn’t bother her.]

[omar-farouk]

What's going on? [Omar finds his voice hoarse, and part of him isn't even sure the woman's noticed or heard him. Taking an uncertain step forward, he tries not to get into the line of fire.] Alex?

[alexcaverly-blog]

[Alex has denied the truth for too long. It’s been weeks since she’s seen or heard from Mara, and she hasn’t seen A.J. around to talk to him either. It’s blatantly obvious now that they have left the group, but even so, Alex still wants to deny it. Mara can’t be gone because she never said goodbye. They’re friends. They love each other. It isn’t possible for her to just get up and leave Alex alone without a word. But that’s what has happened, and so Alex must face the truth.

Alex is angry that she can’t find Mara and that she won’t find her, and the voices in the fog only add to her frustration. It soon becomes too much for her, and something’s got to give. Off on her own, she has a perfect opportunity to vent in a way that isn’t appropriate around the others. With tears stinging her eyes, she goes over to the nearest table and shoves the dusty tools off it with a small scream. Her actions grow more violent as she continues her fit of rage, but it’s the best way for her to get it all out. As she rages, she finds she doesn’t feel any better; she’s just growing more angry.]

[omar-farouk]

[Omar hears the crash as the objects fly off the table, and despite his instincts telling him otherwise, he moves toward the noise with his gun in his hand. Holding the firearm above his head, he rounds a corner, expecting a walker or worse to be waiting there. But all he sees is Alex in a rage. The doctor takes a step back, uncertain how to react. His mouth hangs open, but no words find their way to his lips. Perhaps he's walked into something he wasn't meant to see, and so, he ducks his head, as if in a last ditch effort to preserve her privacy.]

[angel--ramirez]

Yeah. [She thinks to maybe tell him he ruined her joke (which was that she didn’t have any breath mints), but she holds off. And she also holds off from telling him that she thinks he probably should have a stronger stomach by now, what with all the rotting flesh they’ve smelled only since she’s been in the group. Angel’s not going to tease the man, even if she’s not partial to him. He’s puking, so he obviously doesn’t feel too hot, and from what she understands, he’s lost a few friends recently.] You need anything besides a breath mint?

[omar-farouk]

Not really, no. Thank you. Is there something I can do for you? [Omar doesn't like her. Not even remotely. And so he doesn't particularly want to stand around shooting the breeze with her. There's a persistent urgency to leave in his words as he runs a hand along his forehead, wiping away sweat.]

[angel--ramirez]

[Angel preferred the smell of fresh paint on a car to this, and that stuff became pretty toxic pretty quickly. She preferred the gritty smell of her old garage. But this world smelled pretty bad now anyway, rotting corpses an epidemic anywhere they go. And Angel isn’t exactly happy about all the bodies on the way there, but she’s happy that the place they’re staying in seems to be clear. Still, she doesn’t like this horror movie shit. It went from zombies to crazy God bitches and at least you could shoot the former.] Need a breath mint? [She questioned, but made no motion to grab anything.]

[omar-farouk]

No thank you. [Omar looks up and brushes himself off, taking a moment to regain his composure before looking up to regard the woman. He clears his throat, and he seems to think he'll start up again, so he moves to the side, steadying himself to stop losing more of his lunch.]

[omar-farouk]

Are you going to stay and fight or are you going to leave beforehand?

I don't know yet. It'd be pretty awful if I just drove off with all the medical supplies right before the big battle.

[omar-farouk]

Is there anyone in the group you don't dislike?

Beth. Jack. Elise. 

[omar-farouk]

[Omar sits up late at one of the windows, peering through a crack into the darkness outside. The noises in the fog have his head spinning, something like an unpleasant motion sickness taking root in his stomach. And leaning over, he takes a stuttered breath before jumping to his feet and barreling for the door, picking a clear corner and spilling his guts in the dead grass. He breathes heavily. The rot smelled worse here, and he wouldn't be sleeping for it.] Uggh...

[elise-de-la-fontaine]

[She smiles at that before it slips a bit, sobering up.] Of French counterparts. [Perhaps her parents were surviving just as she was. Or perhaps they were elsewhere in the world. Either way it was something she didn’t always like to think on. Elise smiles at his reaction to advertising.] Well, someone has to do it right? Perhaps if you continue making catching jingles you can start a business for yourself in LA. [She nods at the mention of herbs and shrugs.] I think they’re useful. I ran out of sleeping pills months ago. Herbs would be the next best thing and we have Kip for fire if we really wanted to. I’m not sure how many people would be content just sipping tea, though, you know? [It wasn’t something she could imagine much of either. People sitting still for long enough. She couldn’t even sit still for more than hour without wanting to tear out her hair.] I think it might be smart to have. There are some other boxes in the back, small ones though and they’re basically the same vitamins we have here. I’m not sure how much we actually should take or really need.

[omar-farouk]

[Omar smiles dumbly at her, his own features only falling when hers do. He doesn't question it, but he's no stranger to such musings. Rarely a day goes by where his thoughts do not turn to Egypt.] I think I've pretty much guaranteed myself a doctor's office at this point. [He offers a small nod.] That's true. We'd probably get a lot of eye rolls. In any case, we'll start stocking up and see where we're at. Better safe than sorry, and there's no guarantee anything we leave will be found by anyone.

[omar-farouk]

Is there anyone here that you trust?

Not completely, no. 

[elise-de-la-fontaine]

I mean, I’m glad others have medicine, even those not in our own group but it’s frustrating at times to not have what we need. [She raises an amused brow as he begins before laughing as well, shaking her head.] Well, at least we know you were not an advertiser before all of this, yes? [Elise smiles and nods at his words.] Much harder to come by. I had an array before but they’ve dwindled down. There’s also some herbs in the back too. Nothing anyone would really take unless they had water though. So I guess that’s a bit lucky. Maybe we can find something for sleep. [She pushes some hair from her face, elaborating.] There are quite a number of people who haven’t been sleeping very well, understandably so.

[omar-farouk]

i know what you mean. Sometimes I forget there must be others. All over the world too when you think about it. Maybe we all have Russian counterparts or something. [He laughs a bit. He doesn't know why he picked Russia, but he figures it serves as a nice opposite to the United States in a lot of ways.] Me? In advertising? Oh no. [He chuckles lightly.] Herbs, huh? I don't know very much about herbal medicine. Always been sort of a lab guy. I'd like to learn, though. Sleeping pills are always in demand, though. I mean...people are wary about them. But...they're good to have. [His face sobers.] I know. Maybe herbal tea is in order after all.

[elise-de-la-fontaine]

That’d be nice. Or a pharmacy of some sort that hasn’t been completely ransacked. [At his words she laughs and nods, shrugging.] Yes, I can imagine their reaction to that. It was just a thought. I suppose I could mention it around, though, what would I say? Here are some vitamins, stay healthy? [It doesn’t exactly sound great but if they wanted to stay healthy they’d do it, Omar was right. She smiles slightly at the gummies and shrugs.] Perhaps. We just need to find a children’s medicine aisle somewhere and stock up on those. Who needs omega 3 when you have vitamin C gummies? 

[omar-farouk]

They're the first things people go for, I suspect. Medicine, food, time wasters. All in one place. [He smiles a little distantly.] We could write a jingle. The better you eat, the better you feel, so have your vitamins with every meal. [He bursts out in the first genuine fit of laughter he's had in a while, standing up properly to brush himself off. He runs an embarrassed hand through his hair.] Oh, believe me, I'd love to shove MegaRed's and Cod Liver Oil down everyone's throat, but very few would have it. Vitamin C will at least keep off the germs for a bit. Vitamin K, however, is harder to come by.

[elise-de-la-fontaine]

[She nods.] I wish there was more left but, I suppose this will do. [Elise continues collecting a few bottles before giving a small laugh at his words. She looks at him with a raised brow.] I think that’ll be the only struggle. No one likes taking vitamins, even before all of this, I doubt they will now. Perhaps if you spoke with Tessa or Kris, maybe explaining why, we can get people to do so. [She shrugs and stands up before he speaks again and she gives a genuine grin.] I don’t think so. There are some of these, though, for children. Only one I found. [She holds out one of gummy vitamins.] 

[omar-farouk]

That's how it always is. Sometimes I imagine finding a big medicine factory and being set for life. [He smiles a bit, and it's mostly a dumb joke. But he commits to it.] I don't know. I hate babying people. They're adults. They can make their own decisions, and I don't want to look like I'm telling mommy on them. If they want to stay healthy, they'll take them. I'll...I'll mention it around. [It's a wraparound way of avoiding having to really speak with either of the women.] Gummies are good. People will eat them if they taste like candy.

[elise-de-la-fontaine]

[Elise looks up when someone speaks before realizing it’s Omar. She smiles slightly and nods, taking it and setting it on the shelf once more. She bends down to gather the some of the others.] Yeah, I figured may as well. Something to do. And sure, if you like. [She shrugs looking around the sparsely kept store.] There’s not very much left. A few more boxes in the back but not much else.

[omar-farouk]

I've just been...you know, busy. But now's a good a time as ever, I think. [He waves his hand distantly in the air, bending down to help the woman gather the remaining bottles strewn across the floor.] We'll take what we can. It's important to be on vitamins with what we're eating. Of course, you have to get people to take them. [He looks up and smiles.] Find any Flintstones?