Floyd / [url=http://cdn.moviestillsdb.com/sm/5f422c7256cb2dff19dbb1963983c416/the-lazarus-effect.jpg]Alison[/url] - [b]Infirmary [/b] Everyone had a job, or so it was told by their leader Tremblay. It was a system of responsibility, all citizens having to work to remain in the community. It was a small price to pay for future safety, outside the blockades was a murderous world. It was different and not everyone could survive, especially the civilized and the weak. Many had been in Baton Rogue since the beginning, helping build the faction and provide many with security and well-being. People of different races, ethnicity, and cultures all coming together to ensure their survival. It became like a brotherhood or sisterhood. There was education, there was religion, but it didn't separate the people, it united them. It gave them a sense of what the world used to be and not what it had actually become. Unlike other groups settled in the capital, Tremblay's group seemed to be the only 'normal' ones. All those others were brutal human beings who have experienced the outside and been there too long - far too long. It was said that by living outside the walls, the person would be destined to lose themselves. They call people hidden from reality weak and unworthy of living, but for a lot of the residents, it was the opposite. It was always dangerous to bring in outsiders because they were unpredictable. A lot had irrational ways of doing things, prepared to kill or hurt whoever stood in their way. So Tremblay's act of kindness could be their downfall. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- The community's physical therapist opened the door to one of private rooms and looked onto the newcomers who had just stepped into her facility. There were three of them, two males, one female. The young PT squinted her eyes at the sight of all of them. They looked beat, not only physically, but mentally as well. They had that look in their eye, that blank facial feature that tore them from reality. These were the ones that really had to fight for their survival, and it was noted. Alison Irving was the name of the doctor who would be treating their bruises and near-broken bodies that morning. She unstrapped her walkie from her belt and called for backup. Backup in reference to guards - she became afraid at the sight of her patients, fearing their animal urgency to attack. Her job was to overlook any injuries from the townspeople, be they original members, tenants, newcomers and what not. So after the guards arrived, she signaled to them that she would begin the inspection. The guards - two of them - stood motionless by the door holding their weapons to their chests. Protocol called upon fearful persuasion rather than brutal action, so they weren't supposed to fire unless the situation became violent. But it was obvious that these three did not want to be there - it seemed like instinct was telling them to flee. To begin, Alison stood by the door and called upon Aiden with a gesture from her hand. "[i]Come on in, there's nothing to fear[/i]" she stated, letting him walk into the room first. He didn't seem as rigid or tense as the other two, as though he didn't belong with the other two. The file said they were in a group together, but who knew, nowadays, what did together really mean? Anyway, Alison closed the door behind her after they were both inside, no sound emitting from the room to the outside hall. Floyd sat in the chair in what seemed like a waiting room, full of nothing but chairs and old empty vending machines. Imogen sat a seat in the seat right to him, the girl looking as rough as Floyd. The man repeatedly tapped his foot against the ground, recollecting on what he had seen about twelve hours ago. He couldn't get his mind off of it...... ----------------------------------------------------------------------- [b]12 Hours Ago[/b] Walking into the large community guarded by armed men and blockades in every gap of the town, Floyd's beady little eyes looked around curiously. He was searching for a possible escape route, his desire to return for Hank and the others erupting inside him. When he slowed down, the guard behind him would push him to hurry up as though they were rushing for some reason. Luckily, they weren't being targeted by automatic rifles or anything, a step up from their last captors for sure. But still Floyd wasn't pleased, he wasn't happy or overjoyed by their new 'home', he was just tired of it all. He was sweating profusely and his lower back hurt from all the walking he'd done. All he wanted was to call it a day and rest. Therefore, knowing he was being transported somewhere, he hoped it was a quiet room he could hit the hay in. But suddenly he heard a faint sound, his name being called from a distance. His eyes opened a bit more and his chin turned up to help his head look around. Left and right he turned in attempt to pinpoint the calling, but he couldn't see anything, the sun blinding him in nearly every direction. He stopped in his tracks and turned to his left as the yelling grew louder. "[i]Hank?[/i]" Floyd thought, his eyes peering so he could see who it was. Just then, as his eyes clearly revealed the person, the world just seemed to stop spinning on its axis. The guards didn't seem to be moving, leaves falling off trees in slow motion and never reaching the ground. Even the wind became silent, clouds above disappearing from sight as though a gift was provided by the heavens. Floyd watched but couldn't believe, the possibility didn't seem real. He tilted his head to the right a little, questioning the truth of actuality. Light pierced on the woman rushing in his direction, creating an angelical aura around her. Floyd then tried to speak, but words wouldn't come out, his throat was dry and sore. But finally, he swallowed and the glands in his mouth replenished the absent saliva. "[i]Je-[/i]" he started before being interrupted by a pushing guard. Snapping, Floyd turned around and punched the brute dead in the face, his knuckles bruising red immediately. The guard dropped in that single shot, giving Floyd an opening to run to a person he thought was lost. He ran to the girl, pants torn at the knees, shoes tied to his ankles by laces. "[i]Jess![/i]" he yelled as other guards ran after him. Her small figure ran towards him too, her dark hair flowing through the now insistent wind. Suddenly, Floyd saw her become apprehended by someone so he sped up. Before he was able to reach her, a guard caught him by the shirt and threw him on the ground, he spun and landed on his back. Floyd grunted at his fall, hitting the back of his head when he came down. The other soldier reached him too, landing on him with a hard right knee to lock him still. They twisted his arms and once again put on the shackles from before. Forcing him up, they escorted him away. Floyd looked into Jess' eyes all the way to his chambers still in disbelief for their reunion was not what he'd hope it would be - like always, it had all happened so fast. --------------------------------------------------------------- After about thirty minutes or so, the door to Alison's private room opened up. Aiden was let out by the physician then resumed his seat between Floyd and Imogen. "[i]Thank you Aiden[/i]" Alison said, learning his name by the conversation they had in the room. Floyd turned to Aiden wondering what he had told her and what the woman had asked. Was she not a doctor? Why ask questions? He became hesitant knowing he would soon be going in there. He had it in his mind that he wouldn't say a damn thing, keep quiet and just get heeled like it was supposed to go down. Then he would leave and let that be that. He didn't plan on cooperating, these weren't his people. The PT then signaled Floyd to enter the room. She stepped to the side to let him walk in first just like she had done with Aiden. At first Floyd didn't stand, just sat there looking at her with those eyes of his. He wanted to nod and say he wasn't gonna go in, but the guards seemed to have stepped closer when he wasn't listening. "[i]I don't bite[/i]" Alison joked, giving Floyd a smile in attempts to calm his nerves. Turning to the other two, Floyd pushed against the chair to help himself up. For a second he just stood there, trying to diagnose her and the staring into the room. He couldn't see anything that stood out really nor notice any weapons on the woman. He wasn't Aiden and going to just trust her and give away anything. But to survive for now, he decided to walk passed her and enter the private room which was shut closed behind him. "[i]Sit please[/i]" Alison said, offering Floyd a seat as she took one herself. But Floyd did't take advantage of her hospitality and remained standing. He walked side to side, looking through the windows of the room and at all the doctor stuff he couldn't name. He picked up a little test tube with some liquid in it and brought it to his nose, smelling the substance. "[i]What's this?[/i]" he said, turning to Alison, but not making eye contact with the girl. "[i]So he CAN talk![/i]" she said as though discovering a miraculous wonder. She then leaned to her left and picked a file off the counter, also making sure to pull the pen out of one of her pockets. "[i]So now that we know you can talk, can you tell me your name?[/i]" she asked, ready to write in the file. It was used to keep a tab on everyone in the community in addition for Alison to know what she treated if anything. But Floyd didn't budge, just put the test tube back where it was then returned to gazing out of the window in hopes to see Jess. The PT puffed at Floyd's inability to cope with her. She was becoming frustrated and it showed all over her face - after all, she was just doing her job. She stood from her chair and opened up drawer from the counter. Floyd froze and was prepared to strike, thinking she was pulling something out to hurt him or even kill him. "[i]Calm down[/i]" the doctor said, noticing his uneasiness. "[i]It's just Vaseline.....for you face. Yeah, you have bruises that need to be treated. I'd also like to do a full body check-up, so if you can undress please[/i]" Floyd raised one of his brows, "[i]I ain't takin nuthin off[/i]" he said under his breath. Alison chuckled to herself as she got closer to Floyd. She opened the can of Vaseline and dug two of her fingers to get a decent quantity. She then raised her hands near his face where he backed away a little, his face crumbling on itself. Putting the can down, she let her free hand gently climb to his arm. "[i]It's okay, just sit[/i]" she said in a whisper. Floyd swallowed hard as he finally turned to look her in the eye. He bit his bottom lip and sat down, letting the doctor start applying the ointment swiftly through his bruises. "[i]Floyd[/i]" the redneck murmured. When he spoke the girl seemed surprised and her eyes widened. Then a sweet smile formed on her face. "[i]It's nice to meet you Floyd. I'm Alison Irving. Welcome to paradise[/i]"