FTEC - Saturday Evening [12/2]
After a close call on his way from the apartment down to the clinic, Wilson came dashing into the clinic sans his usual latte.
Somehow stopping at the Perk seemed like an unwise idea.
Moving quickly through the door, Wilson tossed his satchal behind the desk and moved swiftly through the back halls of the clinic to see if anyone had been dropped off already and baring that, if they were stocked up.
"Large, mean beings...I almost would have rather had the zombies, at least they moved slowly." He muttered.
Somehow stopping at the Perk seemed like an unwise idea.
Moving quickly through the door, Wilson tossed his satchal behind the desk and moved swiftly through the back halls of the clinic to see if anyone had been dropped off already and baring that, if they were stocked up.
"Large, mean beings...I almost would have rather had the zombies, at least they moved slowly." He muttered.