Kat stared at the old man as he climbed out of the hole, he seemed friendly enough, and Kat was glad to see another person after the past few days of loneliness. "Oh.. Well I'm Kat! And really its only one brother that is coming... But he might take a long long time." she scratched her head, causing her short ruffled hair to stick up on one side. Kat looked at the old mans face again, it was wrinkly like how Poppa's had been, only Poppa didn't have a big santa beard. "How come you look like Santa?" she blurted, "And what's your name?" Kat pulled the pocket knife out of her pocket and went back to carving her name into the side of the door calmly.
James whimpered softly as he looked at the thick dark red blood that stained his fingers. Warily, he watched the girl throw her gun across the room, stupid thing to do with the safety off he mused. She took of her jacket and backpack, and watched James carefully as she slipped on latex gloves. "Are you a doctor?" he rasped, his throat still dry and painful.
Slumping into a sitting position, James began to try and piece together what had happened. His memory kept pulling up blanks, he could not remember what he was doing here, or how he got so badly hurt. The last thing he did remember was leaving the army to return home to his family after hearing about a strange disease. Gently probing the back of his head, he felt a huge and shallow scrap alone his skull, which ended suddenly at the most painful part of his skull. He quickly stopped touching as his head exploded with pain. "Chi-Chicago?" he began to panic, Chicago was at least a 6 hour car ride from his parents house, how on earth did he get here? "Who are you? Is this a training exercise?!" he flustered briefly, and then stopped as he head began to throb. Stay calm, sort yourself out first, then ask questions. He told himself, and began to breath slower, trying to lower his heart rate. James closed his eyes and went silent for a few minutes, the girl introduced herself as Takiko, and she continued to move quietly as he focused on remembering his medical training. Slowly James opened his eyes and looked at her, "I am James, I think I have a type 3 concussion, and a mild avulsion of the skin on my scalp. Are you medically trained? I need stitches.." he said, his voice still sounded awful, like he'd be drinking gravel, but at least he was calm now. A thick layer of James's skin on his scalp hung loosely by a thin band of flesh, thankfully his head was already closely shaved at the army. James focused on breathing, the throbbing pain had subsided to a dull ache as long as he didn't move too much. "Takiko, I can't remember how I got here."