((Wait is the opening scene before or after the outbreak?))

(I think it should be a little bit after, when they are making the thing that makes them immune.)

I stir my little mixture, hoping it will make me become immune to... whatever Dr. D made. I glance over at the other people, but they seem too intent on their work to notice me. I guess it's better that way, as I was the new intern. I've only been working for a week, and I saw him go mad with this virus he made. I shudder, remembering that incident.

((Thanks Fen :D
@Fengarii, @Hawkeye, @Clairevanbeck, @Shayni
Ping list is above))



Robyn walked into the office, her dark hair swept over one of her icy blue eyes. She looked around, watching the other people. Her eyes landed on one, a man who seemed her age. She had seen him around before, of course.

She walked towards the man, her pace brisk- even though she barley reached the shoulders of most people. "You're the other intern, right?" Her voice was slightly hushed but one could make it out at least. Her gaze flickered down to the mixture in the beaker, her smirk turning to a frown as she dumped a stack of papers on a chair. The papers were the notes that the Doctor had taken on the serum, and she had retrieved them in hope that it would help.

She took a seat beside him, watching the mixture. Ah, they're working on a cure.

Humming lightly the man continued on his normal duties, the earplugs drowning out the moans of the dead that were locked away in the halls. Who would thought that even in the end of the world he would still be working as a janitor. Sighing a bit the man dipped the mop back into the bucket before moving back into the lab. "There's a few more undead in the west wing someone may need to look in on them." Myles said with a loud sigh.

"Yep. I'm the newb, the one who is luck he's got a degree in science." I guess it's kind of weird, me being 18 and already out of college. I guess I'm just smart. Hopefully I didn't come off as a rich snob.

(And now, we wait for Ki.)

(Kiri is back!)

She snorted, and turned to her own lab station. She pulled on gloves and her goggles, then began to look through the different vials and beakers. Her computer was open and her whiteboard had been scribbled with many notes- mainly quotes from the Doctor's journals. "I'm new too. But this is a disaster."

(BACK GUYS)

"No kidding." I say, going back to my work. I take a little measuring spoon, fill it with a blue powder, and pour it in my mixture. I carefully step back as there is a mini-explosion, and the mixture starts to smoke. I tentatively stir it, and when it turns clear, I stop stirring and take it off the bunsen burner.

I stand in the corner, shuddering at each new groan. The undead scares me, that is for sure.
"What are you making?" I ask Aaki, deciding it's time I stop sulking.