[center][h2]GNYC- The medical Building,  7:30 AM, March 1st, 2020[/h2][/center]

A call came in, static and broken. A bomb by the gate had gone off, the victims would be coming in soon. They needed all doctors and nurses ready to go, there was no time to spare. Not that was any before.

Brynn snapped off the end of the thread, sealing the long gash she'd been working on. When the idea of turning part of the land into a farm was proposed it seemed like nothing could go wrong. Then again things can be more like that one movie quote, 'give a kid a toy gun and they'll shoot their own eye out'. It was something like that, she didn't remember though, it'd been more than a decade since she'd even had time to think about movies. It wasn't really the teens fault she got hit with one of the plows anyway, things just happen sometimes. Brynn just had to find a way to cope with that sort of mystery. "Alright kiddo off you go. Keep that clean."

and just like that she was onto the next injury. 
[center][b]7:45 AM, March 1st, 2020[/b][/center]

Brynn wiped the sweat from her brow, it was a cool 68 degrees Fahrenheit but the stress of a long week to come was heavy. The car bomb had injured so many, and for all the people in the GNYC there were just not enough doctors to cover everything. She would be pulling bits of metal from flesh for the next few days, just like all the other doctors. It wouldn't be pretty either; the morphine was already low and the shipment was far later than usual. Booze, that was what they had to ease the pain, it was like the 1860s all over again.

A scream hit Brynn like the car, ironically the thing that hit her patients. It took a moment for her to realize it was the man she was operating on. Fresh blood dripped from his side where she'd just pulled out a shard of metal. Tender fat and muscle oozed like glue. It was the part of the job that Brynn found utterly disgusting; Peoples' insides never did stay in place. With a frown she poked around the wound, looking for anything that could be left behind. A garbled sound came from the man before he slid into unconsciousness. Better that than waste good alcohol. Yes, it was going to be a long day indeed.