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[janis-1987]

This is probably gonna be the most self indulgent fanfic I’ve ever written. 

Based on these posts  X, X  by @bulkhummus

This is meant to take place after episode 227 but before the next episode. 

Tw: Violence

 Cecil coughs and spits out a tooth that had been knocked loose from the punch he had just endured from Dr. Jones. It was the last in a series of them from Dr. Lubelle’s team. 

 “Had enough?” Dr. Jones taunts, smirking down at Cecil, convinced that they had won. They had been going about this for a good 15 minutes now, and Cecil had just heard Lubelle take over his show, the man should be begging for mercy about now.

 Cecil can't help the smirk that appears on his face, “Please, my weekly re-education is worse than this.” He taunts his captor and current torturer. It was true after all, this was nothing. It hurt sure, but he had been through worse.   

 Dr. Jones sneers, getting in Cecil’s face, “We will break you Cecil. It is only a matter of time.” 

 Cecil scoffs, “I’d like to see you try.” 

 Dr. Jones glares at him, pulling his head up by his hair, Cecil groans slightly at the feeling but he refuses to say anything. “Is that a challenge?” 

 Cecil doesn't respond, not like he has the time to. Almost immediately after being asked, Dr. Jones lands another punch on his face, this time with brass knuckles, causing a gash in the side of Cecil’s face. Cecil yells out in pain but he will not crack so easily. 

  It takes hours of various torture methods before the scientists start to lose hope. They'd tased him, beat him practically senseless, water-bored him, everything and besides being obviously hurt, Cecil didn't seem any closer to breaking than when they started.

 Dr. Jones stomps his foot, "Ugh! Why won't you just give up already?! Hell, how are you even still alive?"

 Cecil offers no response, squaring his jaw as he prepares himself for whatever is next. He wouldn't give in, he couldn't. He needed to hold firm on this. He would not betray his town or himself.

 Dr. Jones runs his hand through his hair as he paces, frustrated beyond belief. He was almost tempted to let Cecil go. What else was there to do? Cecil didn't care at all what they did to him. There had to be something that would make him tick. Everyone had a weakness of some kind.

 It was then that he was brought back to the night at the Moonlight All Night Diner, the one thing that got under Cecil's skin. He looks to another scientist. "you know, maybe it's time we bring Carlos into this."

 Cecil's head snaps up to look at them and he struggles against his binds. "NO!" He roars, his voice filled with panic.

 Dr. Jones chuckles darkly, there it was, the reaction they'd been dying to get from him, "Ah, so there is something that gets to you."

 Cecil gives Dr. Jones the dirtiest look he's given anyone in his whole life and if looks could kill, Dr. Jones would be dead, "You leave Carlos out of this."

 "And why should I? You are so... Unresponsive to everything else. So the only logical option, would be to bring in the one person that's gotten a reaction from you." Dr. Jones asks with a tone of arrogance.

 Tears fall from Cecil's eyes, and he fights against the restraints violently, injuring his wrists as he does. "Don't you dare! If you bring Carlos into this I'll- I'll-"

 "You'll what? Come on Cecil, threaten me, stoop down to my level, I’m sure Carlos will love that.” He taunts the man before him as he watches him squirm and struggle more desperately than he had the entire time they had been torturing him. 

 Cecil falls silent at that, he can't help but think of his husband and how disappointed he would be in him if he did stoop down to his level, but it was so hard not to. His resolve was cracking now at the idea of his sweet husband, the love of his life, sitting across from him being treated the same way he was being treated, he couldn't let that happen, he wouldn't. Not to mention, what would they do with their son? Who would watch him? No. No, he couldn't spiral like this right now. Finally, he swallows nervously, “I’m being held against my will. I’m sure Sherif Sam would love to arrest you for that and assault.” He says, grasping desperately at straws, he was pretty sure he had said the right things.   Dr. Jones can't help but laugh, “Oh Cecil. Cecil, Cecil, Cecil, even if someone did tell him, they would still have to find you and they would have to get past our security. Face it, you're trapped. And soon, your husband will be too. Unless of course, you start to see things, our way.” He says with a smug smirk on his face.  He looks at the doctor that stands in front of him, his third eye the only one that remains open. he was battered and bruised and honestly exhausted. But he could handle all of that, What he couldn't handle was the idea of his husband, an innocent bystander in all this, being forced to endure this torture. He hangs his head in defeat. He couldn't believe it had come down to this. Betraying his town, the place he loved so dearly, the people he had grown up with, his friendly desert community. He didn't want to do this, but what choice did he have? He loved his town, but he loved his husband more. “Fine.”  Dr. Jones claps his hands together, “Excellent, first things first, we need to figure out that extra eye of yours.” 

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The Pretty Things Are Going To Hell | Chapter 33 |

Rated M for Smut, Violence Trigger Warnings: Kidnapping, Violence, Zombies

Featuring Dr. Jones a professor in Biological Sciences. David embarks on a break from his day job at the labs to relax but of course with his luck it was never going to be that simple…

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Stationed outside the bathroom impatiently, Georgia and Daniel were left to just wait for a slow David to use the bathroom and meet them back outside. A flat screen on the wall was showing the news, the volume low. It caught their attention, the only thing around to focus on. News was never anything to look forward to, always morbid, unneeded information. Deaths, economic failures and in their case, news on the apocalypse as they’d labelled it now.

“Ah..” David sighed, zipping himself up and coming slowly out of the bathroom. The doctors advised him to take slower steps and keep himself calm and steady, as to not tense his bandages or excite his worn heart. It needed time still to settle back into it’s normal pace and heal. So he did so, he wanted to get better, for his wife. He couldn’t get used to thinking about that, the two contradictions of opinions were battling in his mind. One day she was just another woman, the next she was his wife all over again.

“We need to get ou-” Hands came clamping over both their mouths, strong hands, large. They both struggled and kicked, being dragged away by the two strong men. They were suited, wearing earpieces. Georgia saw them in the mirror as they were dragged. Bad move one. In a hospital too. They were making a brave move kidnapping two doctors here.

David stepped out of the bathroom and looked around, adjusting his belt and doing up his coat for the weather. Rain. As it said on the weather report. But Georgia and Daniel were gone, how rude. He grew confused as he walked around and looked through doorways and the area they’d been stood. They wouldn’t have just left unannounced, not without him, he wasn’t in the best state to just wander around by himself, even though he would.

A nurse was walking by as the two were dragged, gasping and dropping her notepad when she looked up and noticed the two shade wearing bodyguard type men. “Wha..what are you doing. Let them go.” The nurse trembled, running off to call for assistance. The men didn’t pay no note, taking a back entrance, usually a fire exit, now their escape.

“David? You’re discharged, what’re you doing wandering around?” One of the nurses that’d been looking after him saw him wandering around the ward aimlessly, with a face of confusion like he’d just lost something, everything more like.

“My wife. Daniel. They’re gone. They’re gone..” David mumbled aimlessly and the nurse sighed and took his hand gently.

“Oh they must just be waiting outside for you, we don’t like this ward to get clustered, c'mon they’ll be waiting outside.” She escorted him towards a lift, taking two more floors down to reach ground level. A big confusing hospital that brought back heartbreaking memories. But neither of them had left him. Not until now..

“Let me go!” Georgia muffled against the man’s foul hands. Moments before their capture, the news flashed. The TV reporter read out their names, David’s, Georgia’s and Daniel’s. Plus the other doctors involved and labelled them. The culprits of this vicious virus. The amount of people that watched the news… Maybe these guys were just doing them a quick, snappy favour getting them out of public eye. Their pictures were shown, they were pretty recent. The only question was. Why was David left behind?

“Thankyou love.” David mumbled to the nurse, leaning to kiss her cheek, which made her blush and giggle slightly, she was a fan of his work entirely, to meet him, save his life and now get a kiss from him was to another level, she met her hero. Or the hero she had for the next thirty minutes until the news showed again.

Blaming the scientists around David and Daniel’s project was the lame move for the government to make, but they were covering their own backs. Just because David and Daniel were the creators of. Didn’t mean they were the culprits of this spread. Unstable meant unstable. They decided to test it.

David walked out of the hospital, he had been given a walking stick to help him out and keep a slower pace. His body was still quite weak so resting on the stick for support was a major help. He’d only need it for a couple days.

“Georgia.. Daniel..” David mumbled as he walked around confusedly again, where had they gotten to. The nurse had rushed off smitten off her feet to tell her co-workers of the happening, thinking he’d find his way now. He had no clue where the two had gotten to but he ended calling himself a cab. If they’d be anywhere it’d be the hotel. And if they were still in the hospital and he’d missed them looking around, they’d find him there surely.

The taxi arrived, rolling up and beeping it’s horn for him. He snapped out of the daze his medication kept inducing and got into the passenger seat of the taxi. “Sapphire Hotel please.” David said solemnly, off the top of his head that was where they stayed. He’d remember when he saw it. The driver nodded and set off immediately. It’d only be a ten minute journey from here.

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“Geroff!” Daniel bellowed as the back doors of the van swung open and they were dragged back out. The middle of nowhere. All they could see was the landscape of deserts ahead and dusty shores. By the coast. But when they were dragged around and turned, they saw a huge building. It looked abandoned and forgotten, yet the lights were on from what they could make out.

“Where are you taking us?” Georgia trembled, they’d witnessed the news, now all they could do was pray this wasn’t the end. Already? They could’ve given the two a head start. It’s not like they could catch a flight, they were all cancelled and cut off from airports. The only speech they’d heard out of the two men was quiet and indecipherable when they were driving them around, along bumpy roads at a reckless speed, bruises were already forming on the two’s bodies from the journey itself.

A large grounds lay before them, fences looked after. The building was not abandoned at all, but it had that impression. And when they laid eyes on soldiers standing guards and camping out nearby, that said it all. Government. They were in some deep trouble now. They’d already pinned the blame on the scientists, put a bounty over their heads. Now what were they going to do? Keep them captive? Blame them some more and try to trick them into believing it. Claim the bounty themselves or just make more of a riot than the virus had already caused occur. People hunting the streets with pitchforks like it was foretold.

They were dragged along, their feets catching the dusty paths, until they came to a halt at the entrance and finally started to speak again. To the soldiers, still holding their weapons at bay. They recognised them.

“They’re the ones?” One soldier asked in confusion, looking the scientists up and down with a mixture of disgrace and disappointment. They were obviously using their imaginations far more than canny, just two normal, punny scientists doing their jobs.. once.

“Yup.” One of the bodyguards spoke shortly, passing through the gate once it was opened for them, the fence was topped in barbed wire, reinforced and the warning signs on the sides along it suggested it was electrically enhanced too. A secure place to keep people they didn’t want seeing the light of day again. More panic brewed and Daniel managed to kick the one holding him in the crotch, being dropped and trying to crawl away. But he was picked back up moments later even harder and the guard twisted his arms back behind him, pushing him to walk along instead, whipping out a gun and prodding it against his head as they moved towards a dimly lit metallic entrance. It looked like a lab of sorts. But they were just getting their hopes up.

Keeping their mouths shut and their hands to themselves was the best plan but Georgia was restrained tighter. They knew of her history, she could flaw them within minutes if they didn’t use the marine taught restraint handles on her. Even then she had her plans brewing, they weren’t going to get without a fight.

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“Georgiee.. Dan?” David called as he walked slowly into the apartment, guided by the trusty stick in hand. But no reply. How rude of them. But something was off, the door was on the latch and he didn’t remember leaving it that way however, he hardly felt he could trust his lousy memory after all he’d been through just recently so he entered defenselessly anyway to the room in which himself and his wife were inhabiting for the while.

He carefully stepped into the main area of the bedroom and noticed the ruckus, that was definitely not how he’d left it. Bags open and belongings sprawled all over the shot, clothes everywhere jumbled in with Georgia’s various numbers and high heels but he wasn’t about to get a dress confused with one of his various suits. Dr. Jones always dressed smartly, he didn’t care for the occasion, he felt more comfortable in professional dress usually. Only around the house did he dress down. And besides, as he now recalled, Georgia found the suits he wore “irresistible” in her own words, whatever that was supposed to mean, it was a positive he judged.

His phone was still laying on the bedside table where he’d left it, just in case his slippery mind failed him and he lost it at any point, he didn’t always take it out with him. So he grabbed it up and thought it peculiar that his and Georgia’s stuff had been rummaged through but no valuables had been touched.. Just his papers. His valuable enough photocopies of his project that’d been once laid neatly and organised in his briefcase were gone. Someone had been here, a government worker for sure, now he’d spotted that he worried. His mind was still loopy from the various drugs he’d ingested at the hospital to keep him calm and medicines he was now taking multiples, for his heart and blood pressure and to ultimately keep him calm at all times.

He tried to ring Georgia, then Daniel a few times and his last resort came to a few work colleagues, no one was picking up. It dialled and rang and rang until voicemail messages greeted his ears instead of their voice, he was really growing worried now…

[d-a-v-i-d-j-o-n-e-s]

The Pretty Things Are Going To Hell | Chapter 19 |

Featuring Dr. Jones a professor in Biological Sciences. David embarks on a break from his day job at the labs to relax but of course with his luck it was never going to be that simple

Tagged: Rated M for Violence; Mild Language; Smut

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Georgia skidded to a halt in front of a truck sideways over the two lanes blocking up the road and stopping all cars to turn them around. The radio casters were talking on the news and how quickly the disaster had spread, but also talked about the flaws of this sudden virus and how labs in other neighbouring friendly countries were already researching a cure for it. However David was the man to talk to if Australia was going to survive any of this, the brains behind the birth of the virus from the very first cell to the now infinite amounts surging through undead everywhere.

“Evening M'aam. Where are you off to in such a hurry.” The soldier holstered and strapped his rifle to his chest instead of pointing it at the car and Georgia rolled down her window properly and looked at him with wide serious eyes. “I need help. We need help. Any doctors around here?” She told them, shaking at the wheel. The soldier figure spotted the passed out man in the passenger seat and pair in the back. “Just napping is he?” He asked instead, pointing at the slouched David who was clearly covered in blood and other fluid from his attack, the stench was almost unbareable.

“He needs your help. We’re doctors but he’s.. in a bad state. Can one of your doctors look at him please.” Georgia pulled out her ID badge from the side pocket of her coat and showed him and he took a closer look and nodded. “Well. I’ll just have to speak with my boss stay here.” He spoke sternly and other soldiers stayed at their posts watching at the car for any sudden movements but Georgia put the handbrake on and turned the engine off so just the radio was feeding noise into the car and informing her updates.

The soldier walked off slowly, not exactly worried about rushing despite the hurry Georgia was in which slightly frustrated her but she couldn’t complain if they did help him. He was shivering slightly in his seat, but his breaths evened out and shallowed out until he was simply passed out and snoring. Any sign he was breathing and with them was good enough so Georgia turned the stereo on low and listened carefully, holding his clammy hand in her own.

They took their time, ten minutes precisely before he was back and nodded at her from afar, making hand gestures for her to go round the truck and follow him. She started the engine and took the brake off, slowly driving round the barricade and following him into what looked like a makedo camp and probably just one of many now containing the virus to areas as much as possible. “Out.” He stopped and told her so she complied and stopped, taking the keys and stuffing them in her pockets before she and the two others got out and David was still asleep in the other seat.

“What’s wrong with him? Bitten?” The soldier looked suspicious and curious, “Well kindof..” Georgia sighed and they took protocol and four soldiers came over to carry him to the makedo medical tent, the man helping them led the way and kept his distance from David but pointed the gun directly ahead. They could never be too cautious, not in this situation. It wasn’t their duty to deal with outsiders injured nor was it their usual protocol to take anyone in but they were doctors and looked after their own, doctors were needed around here now so they couldn’t afford to lose any.

“You’ll have to wait out here until they call you.” The soldier informed them, waiting by the tent door as it was shut and holstering his gun up waiting. Georgia and the two took a seat outside and she started to weep again, this time the mother put her arms around the woman and patted her back sympathetically, already appreciative of them saving the two. “You.. you’ll be fine here right.” She sniffled, the soldiers were transporting clean candidates to the safe areas arranged and cities being protected and monitored. Nothing went in untested and everywhere was cut off and checked by the army themselves.

“Yes dear. Look after yourself, I hope to see you in the future and I.. thankyou; we hope David pulls through.” The mother spoke softly and quietly, nodding and standing with her daughter in arms who started to sniffle herself and make grabby hands at the tent. “Da.. da.. david..” She whined, “Yes honey David’s in good hands now.” She explained as they walked off to the clearance to get out of this hell and secure themselves a place somewhere safer.

Georgia sat outside for a while just staring into space literally, looking up at the sky saying her prayers. She wasn’t religious because of course she was a scientist and it didn’t really mix well.. well it was a strange pairing to believe in god and know the extensive detail and wraps of the big bang or other space related science theories of life. She personally was an atheist, didn’t really like to think about what happened before and was optimistic a thinker as working with sciences and doing research for something with no deadline or date for a breakthrough conditioned her to be such a way, David was the same.

“Madam? Hello?” The nurse clicked his fingers in front of her face, must’ve been daydreaming. “Oh uh hi.” Georgia snapped out of it and the nurse gestured for her to follow through as the doors were open and the soldier was aside letting her in now. “He’s stable, you may come through.” He was brief at first and then helped her through to where he laid on a stretcher attached to portable equipments, three different IV’s containing blood, water/vitamins and painkillers.

“A close call but we can’t.. see any growth. Are you sure this bite was from a directly infected?” The nurse questioned and she shook her head in disbelief. “I dont- I don’t know.” She mumbled, coming to hold his hand and his eyes flickered and he looked up at her weakly. “Can I?” She asked, picking up a stephoscope from the side tray, “I’m a doctor too.” She smiled but she didn’t have the equipment she needed to examine him until now.

“Have you taken samples of his bloods and fluids?” She told him and he nodded, “We’ve tested them, they’re negative and we only found a slight trace of contact actually, not enough to turn him into one of those things. We think it was his blood sugars that made him pass out, he’s fine otherwise close call.”

“Yes he has heart problems from what I know. Regulating tablets to keep his pressure and sugars right?” She nodded, holding the metal to his chest and checking all his stats. The drugs made him loopy and hazy so he didn’t really register anyone but he was looking and awake. “David darling. It’s me, your okay.” She told him, running her hand over his cheek and kissing it softly.

“You’re together?” The nurse asked and she nodded shortly, picking up a torch and running it over his bloodshot eyes. “So this was just because he took his meds too late then? All of this. The bites clean?” She turned back to the nurse and he nodded, smiling appreciative of their closeness and glad to deliver the good news.

“But.. he was bitten by one of those things.” Georgia said with a frown, picking up the notes left and seeing no signs of differentations in the sense of him turning into one of the virus ridden creatures. “It’s still in his system but.. remarkable enough I think he’s immune.” David moved again and suddenly nodded his head very weakly, as if he knew or agreed with that.

“Immune? You mean that certain blood types are resisting this.” She pondered and the nurse nodded again with the research they’d made on this new case zero patient in their tent he was the first to come in alive for starters and judging by the time given since his bite he couldn’t be infected or he’d have turned by now.

“I have the same blood type as him. Does that mean I’m also immune or?”

“We can’t be sure, all we can say is he’s a lucky lucky man. He’ll be free to go within the next hour and after we’ve signed off his notes you can cross into the safe zone.” The nurse spoke, leaving to grab the notes from the other nurse now in another room.

“Darling.. you’re immune.. you can’t die from this.. do you know what that means. There’s hope for us. If you can survive it then that means somebody else can and the next, that means a vaccine is possible.” She smiled now, watching him close his eyes again and fall asleep a second time.

She took a spare seat and dragged it up to sit beside him the whole time, stroking her thumb over the back of his hand and watching over him, talking to nurses as they came in and out until he woke a second time consciously and started to mumble her name confusedly.

“Wha.. Georgia.. g-”

“Yes David, I’m right here.” She stood and leaned over him, and he pulled her closer and kissed her gently sharing a moment. “What happened? Where am I..” He asked with a confused expressions, stretching his arms and starting to sit up when she pulled back.

“You’re safe, we’re safe. I got us to a camp and they’ll let us in the safe zones.. we could still get that ferry if it’s still running!” She smiled, glad to see him moving and talking as human and not what she dreaded hours before. “Turns out.. You’re immune.” She told him and he sighed and nodded like it was old news. “I thought I might be.. I’ve had that feeling before, thas’ what happens if I don’t take my pills.” He smiled back now. “Plus.. this virus was built by me and I had to use my own blood cells to help aid it’s growth so I might just naturally be immune to it because it’s mine.. like having a dog.” He looked relieved and sat up properly and there was a fresh pile of clothes waiting for him and he started to shift out of the papery hospital clothes provided and pull on the fresh clothes. His hair was still matted with blood but he could wash thoroughly and properly if they were headed for main cities that were virus free and running smooth currently.

The nurse came in with his clipboard and David’s personal medical notes, already signing them off when he saw the man dressing and gave him a moments privacy until he was ready. “Okay we’re discharging you Dr.Jones. Do you mind if we use your bloods and send them off for research?” The nurse added, holding out the clipboard and he signed it happily. “Not at all. Thankyou. Do you have my pills anyone?” He asked and the nurse came out with a fresh two bottles and prescription. “Considering your my patient, I’m allowed to prescribe you these and I’ve checked your record so I know you’ll apply them correctly now yes?”

David nodded and thanked him again, getting off the bed and taking his things collected from the side, following Georgia out hand in hand towards the camp’s equivalent of customs where they could pass through and hit mainland and safety…

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The Pretty Things Are Going To Hell | Chapter 18 |

Featuring Dr. Jones a professor in Biological Sciences. David embarks on a break from his day job at the labs to relax but of course with his luck it was never going to be that simple

Tagged: Rated M for Violence; Mild Language; Smut

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“N-.. No.” David felt dizzy, a cold sweat coming on and making him shiver and gulp at nothing but his dry throat. “Guh.. guh.. for Georgia.” He panted, coughed so hard he sounded ready to hack up a lung. The lights flickered as he limped out into reception, making him hopeful of the electricity but it quickly went back to nothing but dead wires and wasted bulbs. Eery silence surrounded him, all apart from himself struggling for breath and panicking with pain induced groans as he limped out, placing the gun firmly back in pants and almost collapsing by time he reached the door within Georgia’s clear view.

“David! David no..” Georgia saw him and jumped up from the side of the car, running over faster than she’d ever believed to have ran in her life. He fell down and onto his front, getting glass in his flat palms and scratching at his face but his eyes rolled and he groaned more.

Georgia scooped his limp almost lifeless body into her arms and dragged him back to the roadside where the car was parked up and laid him down on the dusty sandy floor. “David.. talk to me.” She slapped lightly at his cheek and he coughed suddenly and looked up at her again, his eyes bloodshot and breaths heavy but scarce. “G..” He managed, his hand sliding towards his pocket but she grabbed whatever was inside for him as he clearly rendered in capable. “You found them.. But what happened to you!” She asked, devastated by how torn up and drenched it blood he was. “Are you hurt? Bitten? Please let me help you- no David stop!”

David batted her hands away but she won over his weak attempts and undid his shirt which was covered, worried he’d been shot or injured and was bleeding out heavily. He looked dazed and drowsy so it was a clear sign of fatal blood loss but she felt at his skin and mopped it up with a rag but he was shaking his head and protesting more than ever not being able to stop her from touching his skin and coming into contact with the blood splattered over him. “Not… hurt… stop..” He winced, she couldn’t swap blood with him or it’d affect her too.

Georgia barely listened to him and patted him down anyway, just noticing the ripped up trouser leg. There were scratch marks and a bite clear and only dripping with blood. “David… this isn’t. You.. you can’t be. No!” She cried, slapping his cheek again when he almost went out. “Stay with me please. This wasn’t supposed to happen- your strong David, you’ll win.. don’t leave me please.” She begged, sobbing over his bare chest now and pulling her arms over him no matter the consequences of that.

Despite everything she’d grown close to him and he had with her too, they were budding and in love and now this had to go and happen on her.. She half expected it seeing as though he did the stupid and ran head on at danger. The little girl was at the window watching curiously and the mother pulled her back from the window, cuddling her to her chest. “No sweetie, not now.” She told her gently, rocking her away from the sight as she looked herself and saw the poor woman sobbing over him; was he dying or going to? From her angle all she could immediately see was blood, ripped clothes and a disheveled and half conscious David in a now tearful Georgia’s arms so it didn’t look too hopeful at all for either of them; for all of them.

He pulled closer and pressed his lips to her ear in the most weak but of all times sweetest kiss he’d ever given her, then parting his lips to speak. “Just.. just help them…” He whispered, wanting her to leave him be but she scooped him up and again, tears staining her face as she carried him into the car and sat him in the passenger’s seat. “Nuh.. stop.. no.” David could hardly protest or move himself to but it didn’t strike him to do anything else. Georgia must’ve seemed crazy, completely batshit to take him with her but she wasn’t leaving him out in the middle of nowhere to rot; he wasn’t going to die if she could help it and if.. just if he did, she’d want a proper burial for him rather than being a heaped mess somewhere with brains all over the floor like the unfortunate others to be ridiculed with the virus.

“I’m sorry.. I can’t leave him like that.. I’ll find you somewhere safe as soon as I promise.” Georgia gulped and the mother’s hand rested on her shoulder comfortingly and nodded slowly, completely understanding despite the impending danger of this stunt. David passed out completely and took disturbed heaves of breaths, but it began to even out slowly and Georgia worried as she began to drive, putting on his favourite radio station and hoping he’d stay at least until she could get the guests safe.

She put her foot down and headed west instead, the complete opposite direction from here and anywhere as far and safer than this. The motorways were invaded and blocked terribly with traffic so she had to go scenic and take the risk of driving across the bumpy outback land instead. “Hold on tight.” She spoke, driving faster and feeling her hands shake at the wheel; was that the adrenaline he was talking about. They went over a bigger bump and landed safely and she headed towards a road in the distance which looked to be blockaded but saviour. There were tanks and army jeeps so she kept her hopes up and went straight for them. Maybe they could help him?