[b]Ada Cinet - MEC - John Teller[/b]

"BUCK!!" The man called out. Did he mean to say 'Fuck' or was Buck someone else staying here? How many people were in this hospital. As the situation continued to escalated, the idea of '[i]popping in and getting some steroids[/i]' seemed more and more asinine. She was too tired, the mistakes she was making were getting more and more careless. 

After a moment, he lowered his weapon, "We need to close that door now" He instructed, "If we don't close it, all this.......your break in would be pointless. For now let's put our differences aside and do what we have to. Look....." he started, putting his gun back into its holster and raising up his hands up. "We need to close it and you know that, so please, put the gun away and help me make sure we don't get overrun" he began slowly walking towards her with hands still risen.

Ada's eyes narrowed, she briefly raised her own gun, but as she looked in his eyes and felt the adrenaline begin to pulse through her body, she couldn't maintain it. He was bigger than her, much bigger, unarmed, it would be an extremely uneven fight especially in her current state-- but at this moment, he didn't want that, there would be no point in risking getting shot if he did. He wasn't wrong in what he said, neither of them wanted a run in with a sicko. The only difference is that while she wanted to protect a location to scavenge in, he wanted to protect the people here-- Buck, or whoever. She quickly holstered her gun in her belt.
 
"Alright-- sorry." She turned to face the door alongside him. "Like I said, I took out a few on the way in, but there is a crowd coming. Y'all got any chains? That'd be the easier way to lock it all up." Their moans were louder-- first they'd need to close the door, dropping her bag, Ada ran with the man to head off the sickos before they could get through the door.

As she and the man put their collective weight against the door she cursed under her breath, "Guess this is what I get for wanting some drugs..."