zephyr
No dead. That's a relief at least, and it shows in the way your face relaxes, your shoulders unwinding just a bit. "Ark's all fine," you confirm, picking up on Raza's train of thought. "Dunno why some have it an' some don'. An' when it comes t'quarentine, one thing I've noticed is the poor sods like't wander. Found one putterin' 'round the Hanged Man. It'll take a lotta manpower t'keep 'em all contained."
And it isn't something you're well versed in, managing the sick. Or something you particularly want to become skilled in. The streets, though? "I can keep an eye on lootin' an' the like. S'pecially if some'a my people - only ones I trust - can step in without bein' afraid'a th' biters comin' for 'em." Street justice only works if the fuzz doesn't swoop in to arrest the vigilantes, after all. "Good news is, if people think this thing's contagious they might be less likely t'go out an' stir shit," you add with a wry, brittle smile.
And it isn't something you're well versed in, managing the sick. Or something you particularly want to become skilled in. The streets, though? "I can keep an eye on lootin' an' the like. S'pecially if some'a my people - only ones I trust - can step in without bein' afraid'a th' biters comin' for 'em." Street justice only works if the fuzz doesn't swoop in to arrest the vigilantes, after all. "Good news is, if people think this thing's contagious they might be less likely t'go out an' stir shit," you add with a wry, brittle smile.
burn all the things you have to burn
save all the people you're supposed to save
save all the people you're supposed to save
