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The Doctor cocked his head to the side like he was trying to hear something, then he jumped a bit. " Are you okay?. Did you fall through something?".

"someone is trapped inside the house, get the policeman!"

Oh my stars, Hang on, someone is coming. Are you hurt badly? The good Doctor wasn't one to rush into things like someone else's emergency but then again, He was going to wait to see if they wanted his help.
@Gurren1@Haydrian Cindel@ONL
Still playing around with the idea of all ( French ) arty. Just going back to work... I hope to get something up as the extra hours are killing my sleep time.
@BenG85
Hmmm. He's not taking the bait. Not a complete fool, than. Still on the fence as to whether or not this was a trap of some sort, he decided to take a further risk. Something had to give, or they just weren't going to get anywhere.

He slowly came out of his hiding place, and stepped out of the camper, a hand on his knife and a finger held to his lips as his good eye locked on this stranger. He cautiously walked close enough to talk without shouting.

"Alright, you want to talk? Permission to come aboard; you keep your hands where I can see 'em, and we'll talk, just, not out here. Something goes wrong, I'd rather nothing bein' between me and my boat, when it does, you understand? You got 5 seconds to make up your mind or walk away."

"Ay-Ay, Captain"
When the stranger raised his hands, he gestured to enter the camper, and followed close behind him.

Once inside, and the stranger was seated (again, where his hands could remain seen at all times), Monty leaned against surface, produced a hip flask, and took a nip from it. "-ah, so, what sort of news are you expecting, exactly? I don't imagine we can switch on the tube and get a laugh out of Chevy Chase telling a live audience that 'the world still belongs to the raptors, now'. AS to your question, well, if you lean forward enough, you can see the coordinates on my map, here; that's where I came from. Today, anyway. Won't be long before I came from here. It's bad everywhere, as you and any other stragglers out from under their rocks will find, soon enough. Most of us that've survived this long, well, we've done it by not leavin' our anchors dropped for too long, if you catch my drift."

The stranger smiled at his references to Saturday night live and he was able to think back to a better time in his life...
" Yeah, I miss Saturday night live and your right... no T.V." The stranger smirked as he leaned in " The roads are passable?. I thought with all the death and destruction when people were getting away that alot of the streets were blocked or closed, well... I'm glad at least you made it as well". The stranger lean upwards from the map "Did you make any contact with any raptors and if so, how many in the pack or just a few loners?".

He took another nip from his flask, and then held it out to the stranger, "Call me 'Monty'; hair-o-the-dog, if you got a name."


"Nice to meet you Monty, I'm RJ from LA...I'm picking up what your Putin down with the naval terminology, so... your heading to the coast then, right. After that a small island like Catalina, maybe they still will have buffaloes."

"I came from over...here and came this way by draft animal, for me it was safer because of these points here and this one has a few Raptors over here and then here as well, if I recall correctly. RJ points on the map and take a nip of the flask, turns it back over with a cough. " Sorry, its been a while since I had any alcoholic beverages".

"Its just me right now... but as you can see that motorcycle got my attention at a quarter of a mile back and I don't hear that good. I tried to talk to whomever it is with two legs but they didn't reply, I was going to just go back and push through during this rain, because its the best time to move for someone like me. As everyone knows raptors can smell just Like dogs, raptors have a harder time in the rain just like anything that can smell, making us humans harder to track. when it gets dry, it will call trouble that neither one of us wants to see."

"Well it's getting late, maybe we can meet up later on the road, since we travel at different times, maybe I can help you find a boat, who knows. You just might need an able-bodied seaman or deck ape to cast lines, tack, and jib with you. Besides... I come from LA and in New Orleans, we KNOW how to cook seafood, just saying" RJ smiles as he checks his watch, I want to be sheltering in place just in case a herd comes through. Are you going to be okay in this RV?
@BenG85
Randy moves from the front of the vehicle after hearing the door swing open and sees that no one is present. He stays near the engine block so that it provides cover. Randy's thoughts turned back to the military and how to approach COBs ( Civilians ) and hopefully prevent anyone shooting or worst. "so from which direction did you come from and how bad is it?" The voice asks.

(ooc - sorry this is short but when dealing with people in conflict areas, you're required to wait and listen a lot. So that is what my character is trying to do. Just listen and gather information)
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Can I get a link to the discord server?

This place looked like his second home, while most would fear incarceration, he was ready to "program" and find others to form a "clique" so that they would be the voice inside these walls. But this wasn't a prison, and the people that he was seen didn't look like any real offenders from the street.

Man this is some easy shit to deal with John thought to himself, I can eat fish all day and have to deal with a bunch of squares, man this is... then John saw a girl, no a woman, then another woman, what kinda of prison is this?

"Hey turnkey, what's up with the women in this prison?"

" This isn't a prison, this is a medical facility" the individual answered but it fell oh deaf ears as John saw the darker smooth skin of a female physique.

" So why we al sentenced to eat fish for a year, this is some dumb shit, man. I didn't do anything, you'll need to let me go, Man. "

" Awh... like I said before.. this isn't a PRISON, its a medical facility, Sir " was his answer.

" OH like.... a hospital, cause I ain't sick man and why do I have to wear this stupid gown thingy, I need my shoes man, come on man, stop playing with me, I needs my shoes"

"Okay, its time to go, move along to the prep room, Sir"

john complied but not after he was looking in the direction of the others, trying to size them up. They didn't look like killers or Fam from the street, they looked healthy and probably had all their teeth, john's teeth where gold-capped. John came to the room and settled down for a bit. A male nurse came in to check his vitals, ask if he "fasted". " Yeah man, I'm pretty fast, but I don't like to run a lot".
John explained to the male nurse. " Sir, have you eaten anything in the past 12 hours?" "No and I'm hangry and thirsty, Mans". I'm sorry Sir but we can't have you aspirating in surgery so you will have to wait on both the food and the water".

" Man, this is some bullsh--"
The nurse was going to start an I.V. but John refused. "you need to feed me, man... I'll ain't playing with you"

The male nurse backed away and asked again. "Are you refusing medical treatment?"
"Yeah, not till you get me my food and water, right now!" John raised his voice louder. " Fuc--"

The taser dropped him cold and sent his body thrashing on the medical table. " Stop! " John protested as yet again this wasn't his first rodeo with authority figures. Bells and red light began to flash as more boots could be heard running down the hall. John resisted but in the end like all other times, authority wins.

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It was dark, very dark when he was coming out of a deep sleep, it was weird at first, Jhon felt like he was floating. John's eye began to adjust to the darkness, but it was like strange... like different but the same. John couldn't wrap his head around it yet, then movement. something moved and john felt different, more alert. John tried to focus, yes, that was better. John was able to see it, it was a man in a lab coat but john was floating like inches above him. Jhon stirred a bit but he still felt like floating. The white lab coat man held an eye exam chart forward to john. John tried to speak but couldn't, he touches his face and his body, feeling wires or line all over him, then...

John was floating

John looked left and right, thrashing but not touching bottom nor top, John touched glass in from of him.

Panic set in I'm drowning!

Jhon screamed and yelled, thrashed to get to the air but he couldn't find any. BRIGHT LIGHTS
His eyes hurt, he shields them and slowly stop thrashing about in his watery cage. Jhon sees many lab coats that are seated in a circle, watching him.

how?
why?

The small enclosure...

The water receded quickly as his feet touched a metal grate and within less than 40 seconds the large, best as it might be called "glass Test tube" gave up the water. John quickly assessed the situation that he was --

The water from his lungs expunged what was left of the saltwater from inside his lungs as he now tied to "breath" normal air again. This is what the scientist called... the "adjustment period". John dropped to one knee and forced his lunged to expel the fluid from them, and in return, he gasped for air. Soon, he was breathing air yet again. Jhon could see smiles, well wishes, and a few high fives from one college to another. "Mr. Coffe, how do you feel?" Aske someone.

"Fuck you"

" I'll take that as you are adjusting well... you the last that everyone is waiting for after your little stunt a few days ago"
"Stunt?"
"Yes, threatening the staff... don't worry, someone will go over all the rules of the facility soon with you."

"I want my cell, and I'm not sharing with not squares and no fish, understand Mr man" Jhon protested. " Mr Coffe are you feeling irked or.."
"Agitated... yes, I do feel that" John stopped for a second "Agitated... adjective..feeling or appearing troubled or nervous.
"there's no point getting agitated". Once again Jhon could see smiles, well wishes, and a few high fives from one college to another.

" Test Subject AA-4869, Mr. Coffee appears to have learned a few new words in his sleep hypnosis as well" the speaker then turned back to Mr. Coffee " You don't have a cell, this isn't a prison, its a medical facility. You wavered your rights to be part of something bigger than yourself... and that is the Neptune protect, but enough right now, would you like some cod, Mr. Coffee?"

John learned later that he was the last of the test subject because of his violent behavior more than the others, he by far had the worst attitude of the group. So they gave John a different approach to see if he would retain knowledge while he slept for three days, the others... came out of surgery faster but john was different and the effects of his hypnosis sleeping would help others in the future.

a knock came in the form of a slight rap on the front of the hood of the Rv. Then it came again, the knocking noise, followed by " Hey, Survivor...I’m not here to fight with you, I just would like some news, if you have any”. Randy hoped that he didn't startle the person inside too much, heck... everyone was jumpy and they had a good reason to be as well. " I'm civil and hope that you are of the same mind, if not... heck, I'll go back the way I came from. so you want to parley a bit or should I kick rocks, your call"? @BenG85
Clearly the group had grown by one more stooge at this point, a tower of guy who looked like he came straight out of Harlem on a good day, unlike this one. Another guy who knew Jeremy? This was getting weird indeed. Richard mouthed his cigarette and let out a long puff of smoke, signalling everyone that he was noting the conversation silently. Too bad he waited too long, for Dirk let the tounge slip that Harry was dead and they were to follow him to the police station - in Dirk's car. "To Hell with that, Dirk. How am I supposed to get back home? Cab, out here in this God-forsaken place? Nah, you know me, I'll be right behind you." Richard retorted, refusing to simply get in Dirk's car like a common thug. Either he'd have to be forced at gunpoint or have a real good reason why Richard wouldn't follow him in his own car, and so far something else was much MUCH more important, as Richard looked at the group.

"And just where has Mr. Ambrose and Mr. Anderson gone? Did they scamper off while you guys chatted over tea and cooked? "

"Awhhh two more fellas to wait for.... care to join me and lets go find them real quick, then get out of here. What do you to that?" Asks Dr. Scott to Mr.Barker@ONL
Dr. Scott was compliant but wasn't looking forward to deal with the police at the station, writing statements as such. so thinking if he and this other two chaps, might be a welcomed break


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