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Hermes listened intently as the broadcast shifted. Going from the same monotonous speech over and over again, to a new one that sounded as if it was coming live. Someone from the CDC was finally addressing this issue, of course they had to wait until it got this bad to go public with any knowledge. He tried to retain as much information as he could, working out the signs as he went along the way to best convey the information with little to no misunderstanding for his cousin. As he listened, Hermes began to slump back into his seat, putting his shins against the dash board as one hand lazily began to follow a pattern of signs, practicing what he'd say to Mandy. 

Finally the car had come to a halt. Hermes looking out from his window into the sideview  as Hannah began to clamor out of the backseat before the sound of tires peeling on the road caught his attention. Barely visible over his knees, Hermes saw as a truck driver plowed past an elderly man and sped off, leaving him on the ground while Hannah and Mandy left to go check up on him. Hermes dropped his feet back down to the floor, slowly getting out of the car in shock of what he'd just seen while Mandy told him to call 911. He stumbled for a moment, fighting with his pocket to get his phone out of it before finally hitting the emergency call button. The line began to ring, and Hermes frantically began tapping his fingers against his jeans. [Color=67AB6D]”C'mon pick up pick up.”[/color] 

He had to wonder, how many calls must have been coming in at that time? With the looting, the rabid attacks, the new information no doubtedly spreading more panic than good, the phone lines must've been going crazy. The mention of fluids alone left a wide open door for speculation on whether things like sexual acts could transfer this virus. Hermes wasn't sure if he'd be able to get through to the emergency line, and with each dial tone it felt less and less likely. Finally it stopped, and for a moment he thought the call had dropped, but then he heard “911 what's your emergency?” [Color=67AB6D]”I just witnessed a truck driver hit an elderly man, he's laying on the street right now alive but in need of medical attention. Please hurry.”[/color] Hermes said as he began to give out the details of what cross section they were on and the address nearby.