Don't Be Scared

S.1 E.13 ~ Doctor of the Dead (Ch. 100)



I miss the sensation of water beads running down my skin from an actual shower head than the neutral taste of hamburgers and the salty taste of fries. I don't know which I miss the most for sure, though. It's cutting pretty close.

Maybe if I could sample both, I could figure which one I miss the most.

"Def-Con-One? Well, isn't that some kind of nuclear term?" Doc questioned, not fully understanding the term the NASA employee had used so casually.

Citizen Z can't expect us to know all these military terms--Warren may be able too, but we're citizens. So, Doc's talking about a bath, Citizen Z is saying something about a nuclear term. What's next? 

Him telling us not to touch the rain, because it's poisonous?

"Yeah, and what's that?" Doc questioned, wanting more elaboration on the unknown meaning.

His tone didn't sound too excited for the information, but we needed to know what the challenge was going to be. Please, let it be only warm showers, new folded scrubs, and food. I think if I could have those wants, I could survive the apocalypse a little bit longer.

Once Citizen Z's words sunk into Doc's processing, our best doctor on the scene ended the phone call and slipped the advance technology--advance in the apocalyptic world--inside the small pocket of his khaki pants.

The white-haired doctor turned around on his heels, not saying a word about the conversation as he nudged his head towards the doors. His eyes screamed that he didn't want to say what he was told.

It-It can't be that bad, can it? I gathered Cassandra's dead weight into my arms, following the group into the spacious, odd colored room. 10K stayed right behind Cassandra and I in case one of my limbs would give out.

As the doors automatically opened for our entrance, they automatically slid shut upon the last member of our group entering. Windows surrounded us, giving the view of their advance computers, buttons, and test tubes.

Straight ahead there was a similar door, no doubt our next entrance. The rest of the group walked around the white and, barely seen, grey colored room as the LED lights above us made the white lights seem almost blinding.

I walked Cassandra and I's body to the middle of the room, awaiting for our next move without having to move her around too much. Do we have to find a code? Unlock a secret door to get to the shower rooms?

"We have to get naked." Doc spoke quickly, his voice was loud enough to make my ears perk up.

I looked directly at the informer, feeling the vibes of awkwardness radiate off of him worse than the Z's from the Grady's.

"Naked?" Warren repeated into a question, placing her hands on her wide hips as she twisted around, looking at the old man like he lost his goddamn mind.

Which he may have already. Doc rose his hands high in the air, silently swearing he didn't make the rules of the game. No, Citizen Z sure as Hell did!

"That's what he said." Doc assured he was an innocent victim in the situation.

His eyes went wide as if that was a gesture to make us believe him. We do, but naked? Fully unclothed?

"And then we got to put all of our clothes and stuff in this chute here to get decontaminated with some liquid nitrogen." He moved onto the next set of instructions as his finger extended outwards to point towards the chute behind him.

So, I have to get undress in front of Murphy? No undergarments in front of 10K? Absolutely nothing to cover me in front of the eyes of Doc? My cheeks flushed a hard red with my thoughts progressing into different, embarrassing scenarios.