It occurs to Elizabeth, after a while, that the military quarantine might've left behind, after their deaths, things worth taking. She's not really got much in the way of intentions towards the weaponry that's likely there, but...there must be something. At the very least, she can go and check it out ( Read more... )

It had been days since Dr. Sara Tancredi had seen another living soul. The entire hospital had been dead when she finally left Chicago. She'd done her best to save people, but as it became clearer that the sickness was a death sentence, she did her best simply to make as many people as comfortable as she could until the end, which, she assumed, ( Read more... )

Elizabeth keeps odd hours, these days...which implies she didn't used to. That's not entirely true; she's always been a little nocturnal, staying up late and sleeping very little to face the new day with a lot of caffeine in her system. What this means, right now, is that Elizabeth didn't get back to the inn after the day's explorations until about ( Read more... )

Elizabeth noticed the trailer in front of the inn when they arrived, but she hasn't really thought too deeply on the subject. It's about eight and she still hasn't eaten any dinner, so she's coming back from her explorations in the town (mostly avoiding other people, as best she could).

She is juuuuust coming into the parking lot, sirs and madams

Elizabeth pulls into Hell before Claire, and she spends a few moments just sitting there in the car, taking a few deep breaths. There's someone else with her now -- Claire, not John, not John right now -- and she needs to be able to center herself or she's going to fuck this up really, really bad. It's taken long enough to find anyone who wasn't ( Read more... )