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

It was all happening so much quicker than John wanted it to. He hadn't the slightest idea what was going to happen to them, where they would go after all this. It was obviously getting far too dangerous to stay, survivors showing up one after another. Luckily they hadn't arrived in large numbers, but what would happen when they did? Could they handle raiders? Thieves or killers? At this point in time, people seemed to be more dangerous than the monsters roaming the dead-lands. People would do anything they could to ensure their own survival, even kill another. So in the end, society hadn't truly changed at all. All that happened was that those that once were absent their survival instincts, found it upon this new world or never had the chance to get it before being torn to shreds by walkers. It was rather sad. 

At this point though, all this didn't matter since the task at hand was to shut this parasite-infested door. The moans grew louder as the three continued to push against the hoarded force. John looked back as Buck and Ada continued to push. The two were grunting loudly, but all John could hear were the sound of the dead. He heard them gasp and clink their teeth together in eagerness. They were hungry, clawing at the door and using whatever strength they possessed in attempts to get through.   

"I'm going to get something to close this off!!" John stated over the sound of the monsters. Without confirmation, he rushed under Buck's arms and towards the utility room just a room down the hall. In complete distress, John accidentally tripped by himself and fell dead on his shoulder. The man heard something pop, but didn't have time to be worrying about himself, so got right back up and continued towards the room. Once reaching it, he ran through his keys and quickly opened it. It was a small closet-like room with mainly janitorial supplies, but from time to time, John recalled that the hospital once had in-automated doors, so used locks and chains to keep them secured. He dug through the garbage and eventually found what he was looking for - fortunately. 

After his return, John made his way around his companions and put the chain through the exit door handle and tying it to whatever he could. At first there seemed to be no possible way of getting it done, but John found the possible. He forced the chain to stretch to the fire alarm's handle and attached it to that. It would hopefully hold for the time being until they could go get nails and such to honestly make sure the door would open again. Slightly, John started releasing pressure from the door, making sure it was in good condition. There was a point where all three could take their hands off the door and it still remain closed. John smiled at the sight of security, but then quickly raised his pistol at Ada and put the gun's barrel on the side of her head. "Buck, get her weapon" he instructed, not giving her any time to react. She might have helped them now, but it was her fault they were even put in that dangerous position. In addition, she drew on him earlier, obviously having some intent to do damage if necessary. She wasn't an innocent survivor, didn't earn that title just yet.