Ada Cinet - MEC - Buck/John "Christ..." Ada muttered, mustering back her strength, she trained her gun on the door. She couldn't deny that she was shaky, at this point, her body was probably running out of adrenaline to keep her going. Still, she possessed enough focus behind her tired eyes to aim the gun at the cracks in the door. She wasn't particularly needed, though; Buck, the large man who'd come running at her greeter's call, seemed more than capable of holding the door on his own. She was left alone with him as the man who'd greeted her ran off in search of a lock and chain, upon her suggestion, it seemed. "So..." Ada forced a half-smile, empathizing with the man struggling to hold the door closed. Re-holstering her gun, Ada brought out her knife, she was enervated, but she could help. She began bringing the knife down into the heads of those unfortunate sickos that found their way into the cracks of the door. "This a regular thing here?" the knife squelched as she pulled it out of a long deceased skull, "I mean, I can't be the first person to try to go into a hospital?" she stabbed again, looking up slightly to see if the taller man would respond-- he was utterly focused on the task at hand, "Heh. Right, sorry..." The dangling of chains rand out a few seconds afterward, signifying not Jacob Marley coming to warn of the Ghosts of Christmases Past, Present and Yet to Come, but instead the leaderly man, coming to close the door. As quickly as the problem was created, it was resolved! Ada might have even cheered, if she hadn't remembered she was surrounded by large men she didn't know. The leader didn't lapse for a second, immediately after locking the chain, he ordered Buck to confiscate her gun. Ada couldn't respond fast enough to beat the man to where she had it. Fuck "Fuck!" Fuck, indeed. It was too good to be true. It was always too good to be true. Of course people would hole up in a hospital, useful medicine was always gone, just like in the pharmacy. She could have just kept walking-- that would have been smart, but no, she just had to try it out. She knew there were people here, but she still just had to have hope. She was weak, tired, hope was the thing that got people like her killed. Even so, death was preferable to that. Ada sighed. She wasn't dead yet, that was good. But in her experience, men with guns only kept women like her around for specific purposes. Her body visibly shuddered as she raised both hand, her eyes flicked from both of the men to the ground, "Do what you have to..." she mumbled, her voice resigned. She looked back to the leader after a moment, "But," the resignation mingled with a resolved tone, "If you wanna do what I think it is you wanna do to me, just kill me now." She still had her knife-- they hadn't taken it yet, if they touched her she could still get one of the sick bastards.