Maeve waited a few seconds before turning back to the other girl, wanting to make sure that nothing would appear, that they had time to find a temporary shelter. When she turned back she let her arm holding her gun fall to the side, immediately looking at the girl’s wound. Seeing that it wasn’t too bad, her gaze moved up.

“I figured a small wound like that would be much better than being torn apart by Runners,” she said. At the readjustment comment, she let out a short laugh before saying, “Well you try using one of these from a rooftop across the street.” There wasn’t any malice in her voice; she knew what kind of weapon she was using and knew the downsides of using a gun that didn’t shoot very far very well. She wasn’t sure whether to approach the girl and help her with her things, since she didn’t want the girl to think she had injured her just to steal from her.

“Maeve,” she said with a nod of her head, now becoming a little antsy just sitting there and chatting. Sure she liked to risk her life every now and then, but now she had another person - a wounded one at that - and now had to be on top of her game.

“Lucky for you that I was above the medical center. There might be some stuff left in it,” she turned towards the building, though didn’t walk too far away or too fast. She made sure to keep the girl, Natalie, in her sights and held her gun in the ready position. Once the two made it to the front of the building, Maeve took a peek inside. It was dark and the majority of the rooms stretched down a long hallway. She bit her lip, wondering if she should sent Natalie inside while she retrieved her bag from the roof.

Deciding against it, she advised that it’d probably be best for Natalie to wait for a minute while she got her bag from the roof. As quick as she could, Maeve climbed the fire escape once more, jogged across the worn pebbles and grabbed her bag. Unlike before, she made sure to actually use the ladder on the way down so that she wouldn’t hurt herself. Fixing a gash was one thing, but trying to set a broken or twisted ankle was a whole other issue.

Back on the ground, Maeve looked inside the building once more. It was silent and she was sure that any type of zombie that was inside would have come out with all of the commotion that had happened. She stepped through the broken glass window and peered around. The front reception area was trashed and had nothing of use. All of the gauze, pills and medical kits would be in examination rooms. The close quarters and multiple rooms made Maeve tense and she really didn’t say anything as she began to poke around the rooms. The front few were just like the lobby, trashed and of no use. However, in one of the back rooms, jammed behind an examination table, was an old medical kit. Triumphantly, she walked out with the kit in her hand.

“It’d probably be best to sit in one of those chairs,” she suggested, nodding to some of the slightly weather damaged and ripped lobby chairs. Maeve set her bag and rifle on the ground, though she was still armed with her .22 and knives in case a surprise attack happened. Opening the kit, she was happy to find a roll of gauze, some expired aspirin, an alcohol swab and regular bandaids. 

“The aspirin might not work as well as it used to but it probably wouldn’t hurt to take a few,” she pointed out with a slight shrug, setting the some bottle and gauze on the table. She wasn’t sure how friendly Natalie was with people, so she asked her, “Are you good bandaging up or do you need some help?”