Rose and the soldier pushed their way through the bush just in time to see the brawl between the other soldier and the civilian. She watched in shock as the soldier twisted the mans arms and threatened to break them. A gasp escaped her lips and the soldier that had escorted her shook his head in disappointment. 

"Jesus. Not again.." 

"Not again? You mean.. this happens often?" 

"More often than it should. Everyone is so high strung since the infection started, people are a lot more hostile now. It's to be expected though." He must have sensed Rose's hesitation and tried his best to comfort her by placing his hand on her shoulder. She shot him a glare and awkwardly stepped away. "Uh, yeah. You'll be fine. Come on, let's get you checked in." 
He lead her past the man who was now on the floor holding his arm. Rose tried her best not to make eye contact. They stopped in front of a table that had two soldiers on both sides holding a rifle, a nurse, and a man with a clip board. Before Rose could say anything, the nurse quickly went to work inspecting her. 

"Have you been bitten?" 

"No." 

"Raise your arms." Rose raised her arms.

"Now lower your arms. Spread your legs. Bring them together. Open your mouth. Shut your mouth. Touch your toes." 

The woman was ordering her so quickly that it looked like Rose was doing some mad dance. 

The nurse stared into Rose's eyes for a long while, an uncomfortably long while before scuffing. "She's clear sir." 

"Name?" The mans voice was raspy and deep, as if he was dehydrated. 

"Excuse me?" 

"Name, what's your name?" 

"Rose... Rose White." 

"Alright, you're good. Go on in, find yourself a tent." 

"You can't assign me to one?"

"Look behind you girl, there's a whole line of people waiting to get in, I don't have time to look for a tent for you." 

Rose sighed as her social skills were going to be put to the test. It seemed as if every tent was already taken. She found a stole to perch herself on and examine the camp before settling down. There were a lot of people wandering, searching, and crying. It was madness in a very small place.