John can watches as they walk past. If what that guy said was true then he would be useful. And he wasn't about to pass up letting a doctor in. And another shot isn't useless. John walked over to the apartments and walked into an empty one. He found a large bowl and poured the bag of oatmeal in while he microwaved then water which he had just emptied into a cup.

"Fine. Have at it." Liz was frustrated. Damn it. All she wanted was to help people to survive. Everyone should want to work together. But no being human they all had to prove they were better than one another. It wasn't like she had a decent apartment building that she had opened to others. It wasn't like she hadn't found a warehouse filled with supplies that she was willing to share. If they wanted to fend for themselves why should she care? "You be responsible for everyone's life. Your the amazing teenage medical professional. Let me know when you need my help."

With that Liz stormed back to the warehouse. She closed and locked the door. She leaned against the door and wondered why she thought people would change just because they were on the verge of extinction.

Lily leaned against the side of the apartment building watching the group go at each other. Poor girl... She thought slowly. She tries to hard... They all do... She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes. The two town drunks had already given our benefactor a bad first impression and now they were trying undermine her. Lily shook her head and chuckled. "I'd be more apt to trust the sober doctor, even if she's been through less schooling. I'd also prefer her years of experience over yours. I'll leave my life in the hands of our sober experienced benefactor, thanks." She mumbled under her breath as she walked over to the warehouse after Liz.

She reached the door and noticed it was locked. Without another word, she turned and slide down the door, her back against it. Now in a seated position, she sighed. "I'd like to apologize for those two. We're all trying hard here. Some of us just... take it too far. If I had to put my life in someone's hands, it'd be yours, Liz. I hope... that you can trust me to have your back as well." She said through the door, a smile on her face. She didn't care if Liz could hear her or not but she knew that if she tried to barge her way in there, she'd lose whatever amount of trust Liz had had for her. "I'll have you know that I choose my friends wisely and I don't hold back. I consider you a friend, whether you return that or not. I just.... thought I'd let you know." She continued. Lily sat for a few moments, staring up at the clouds, waiting for a reaction. If she didn't get one, she just get up and get her motorcycle. Head out somewhere, search for a few supplies. Though... she needed to know what exactly they were in need of.

John walked back into the warehouse, a large bowl of oatmeal in his hands. He set it down on the table and shouted, "Breakfast is served!" to anyone who'd be able to hear. He went in search of spoons and returned a few seconds later with a dozen in his hand. He set all of them down, save one and got a smaller bowl for himself. He was soon eating his first warm meal in days.

Liz heard the other girl. Although her words were soft through the door. It was good someone thought she was capable. Maybe she had over reacted. But it didn't seem to much to ask that the others take their situation seriously. Liz heard John announce breakfast. A breakfast she had provided. Liz wanted to feel joy at being able to give to others. That was all she had ever wanted out of life. But instead she felt defeated and exhausted. Still there was a full day ahead and she would need to eat to get through it. With a defeated sigh Liz opened the warehouse door. Careful to make enough notice that Lily would have enough warning and wouldn't lose her balance.

Chantelle walked with Micah and giggled, he proved her wrong, and it made her feel great.
"I do love you sometimes. You are clever and they don't like it. "

Liz decided her best course of action would be to ignore the two newcomers. If they proved themselves valuable, they were welcome to stay. But if they proved to be a distraction or a liability Liz would get ride of them. Liz silently too a bowl and sat under a tree to eat.

Micah
"I'm not a fan of being a dick like that, but sometimes it's necessary for survivor."
I murmur with a blank face
"And she's right, we need to cut down on the narcotics, there's a chance you could be pregnant and I can't do my work if I'm not sober. We can still enjoy a glass of wine here and there, but nothing else from here on out unless Liz or I prescribe it."
I say as I remove the weed,heroin, and coke from our bags. I knew I was being an asshole but it was needed. Rules need to be established for now.
"I'm going to take this to Liz, she can decide what to do with it."
I walk down the hallway with a large bag filled with various drugs, I see someone sitting against a wall and as I approach I recognize her as Liz.
"Do you want to keep these for pain relievers and flushers or would you prefer we disposed of them?"
I ask, not making eye contact.

Sky had just been sitting in the room she claimed as hers since she arrived. Not socializing at all. But when Sky woke up the next morning she sighed and decided to head downstairs to socialize. Sky pulled out some clothing she had taken from the house and quickly changed into fresh clean clothing. She put on ripped skinny jeans, brown combat boots, a tank top that was tight and green, fresh undergarments, and a brown leather jacket. She pulled her hair into a high ponytail and let her bangs hang out. She ran her fingers through her wavy light blonde locks and pushed any hair from her pony tail that reached her shoulder onto the front of her shoulder. Sky then walked downstairs into the warehouse, her pistol on her hip in it's holder right next to her dagger. She just leaned against a wall and observed everybody. This was only a short stay for her. Sky needed to find her family. She needed to know if they were alright, especially her recently born baby brother. She really hoped he had survived through all the disasters.

"I'm not in charge of the drugs." Liz said. "I don't care what you do. Your the all might doctor you can decide.'

Lily almost, almost fell when the door opened behind her but she managed a smile up at Liz. Apparently, one of the tenants were providing breakfast to everyone. She looked over at the food and smiled warmly. "Don't mind if I do." She said, getting up. She walked over to the table and grabbed a small apple. As she ate it, she walked down the isle in the warehouse, taking inventory of what they had. Looked like they needed more medical supplies than they currently had and... definitely more food.

Lily stood in front of an isle pensively, the apple in her mouth. Her blue eyes, scrutinizing the shelves before her. Maybe they could find some seeds. One of them has to have a green thumb. And if no one else did, Lily would find a way. She took in a deep breath and smiled. That was the way it'd always been. Lily hadn't chosen to be a jack of all trades, Life had forced her to. Not that she was good at everything... She just... had to be able to do it.

John finished his breakfast and stood up. "I think we can all agree that a supply run is needed. I'm going. Anyone is welcome to come along just bring a weapon. I won't leave for another couple minutes so if there's anything you specifically need, tell me," he said. He then started walking out of the warehouse to go retrieve his gun and hatchet from his room.

Micah
"Alright look, I get that I pissed you off but in case you haven't noticed we're in the middle of a god-damn apocalypse here and none of us have the fucking patience for our leader who is in her late twenties to be having a fucking hissy-fit because someone had to be an asshole to her so she'd let them in. Now I'm asking you to be our leader and make a decision, I'm not asking you as a doctor, I'm asking you to lead us and chose whether or not we keep these. So be a leader, or get out of the way. Because we're back to square one evolution wise, survival of the fittest."

"Make up your mind. You can't have me be a leader if you aren't going to respect me. The frickin apocalypse is the reason I wanted to only accept people who actually gave a shit about the world. Your the doctor your in charge of drugs and every other medical thing. I would keep them, but I'm not the might doctor." Liz replied.

"I'll tag along." Sky said when John announced he was going on a supply run. She was on the small side and had always been good with getting things in small places so she may be useful to get things in hard places to reach.

John turned and saw Sky. She was small but she had volunteered. He was sure that she would be useful. "Grab your weapons and meet me outside in a few minutes," he said. he ran up to his room and grabbed his revolver, some ammo, and his hatchet. Then he came back to the front of the warehouse and waited for any more volunteers.

Juan is go to warehouse and knock the door. "Hello?" he is scream to whereabouts within. Paper indicate food of treasure lurk warehouse. Fists hold tight to to self ready for the punching. Juan is expect of anything with tension.

Liz turns her attention from Dr. Micah to the guy knocking on the door of her warehouse. How he missed them sitting outside was beyond her. But it looked he was focused on his goal and ignoring everything else. Liz put her empty bowl down. She would wash it in awhile. Liz tapped the newcomer on the shoulder. "Hello can I help you?"

Juan is jump great height into air. Look at Liz and say "Hello I have the paper of to here" and he lofts the paper of the holding in hand. "Food is nice and much able to help. Strength is immense" and Juan began to display muscle.

Liz had to bite her lips to keep from laughing. She found herself liking this newcomer. Atleast he didn't make her feel like an idiot. "Yes that is my flyer. Welcome to my warehouse. There is plenty of food. And we can always use more muscles. The only thing I ask is that you allow me to test your blood for the plague."