Pandemic Roleplay

Viola glanced upwards, lifting her hand to block bright heat from her eyes. It appeared that she was at the edge of some city. Pained, the former medical student forced her gaze away. It brought back memories of the too-tense world that had finally ceased to die not long ago. Still, it was hard not to remember steering Katie away from the television as world leaders accused one another of housing bioterrorists. The bombs had come shortly after, destroying major cities and letting thousands of innocent lives burn to dust.

Viola's eyes narrowed as she began to hear sounds. Grabbing a large branch from the ground, she gasped as she realized that there was a dark figure coming out of the city-- directly towards her.

Viola gasped as she tumbled across the ground, shocked by the sudden impact of the running boy. Head pounding almost as much as her heart, she scrambled to a stand, eyes wide.

Viola was about to scramble back, but froze when she saw the fear in his eyes. If he were going to try to kill me, he would have done it by now, wouldn't he? Carefully, she stood, hands held up beside her head. "I-- I'm not going to hurt you." Her voice was rusty from lack of use. It sounded strange, even to her. Carefully, she studied what bits of him that were outside of the tree's cover. A scrape had formed on his arm from the fall; it matched the one on her ankle. "Hey, you're hurt. I'm a doctor. I can help. Don't be scared."

She felt herself begin to move forward out of instinct, but forced her body to remain still. Sudden movements will spook him. Instead, she resumed speaking. "No, no, if you leave you'll get infected!" She dug around in the small satchel over her shoulder, keeping her eyes on him the entire time as gauze and cotton balls were pulled out at random. "See? I'm a medic. I won't hurt you."

Name: Bethany Kha
Age: 17
Appearance: Vietnamese. She has long black hair and dark brown eyes, and several ear piercings. Medium height and is usually seen wearing a scruffy red plaid shirt wrapped around her waist, as it is the last thing she has left from her father.
Other: Bethany and her brother were left orphaned after the disease killed their father, who was the only family they had left. She is short tempered and critical, and rarely displays the softer side of her personality. Bethany is usually willing to do whatever she needs to do to survive.

Name: Daniel Kha
Age: 18
Appearance: Vietnamese. Short dark hair and light brown eyes. He has a thin scar on the left side of his face that reaches from his temple to his chin. About a head taller than his sister.
Other: Same situation as Bethany. He is, however, the calmer and more levelheaded of the two, disliking conflict and violence, which has made it hard for him to do what is necessary to survive at times.

The boy did as he was told, still tensed as if prepared to fight or flee. His gaze flicked to Viola's medical supplies and he vaguely wondered how she was able to get them. In his whole life, he'd only known maybe one or two people with more than a few bandages or a small bottle of rubbing alcohol. And even those were hard to come by. A new surge of fear overcame him when he realized that he was actually sitting in front of her, vulnerable. She could stab him at any moment. But the scarier part was realizing that she might actually be well-intentioned.

"I know," he mumbled, nodding slightly. He'd had to do this before, trading precious food for a few measly medical supplies which he'd used once before they were stolen. He awaited the sting of the alcohol patiently, knowing that this whole situation was most likely, hopefully, for the best.

The boy winced slightly, sighing. His grip loosened on the Maglite as she tended his wound. The situation didn't seem so danerous anymore, but now another possibility worried him. He was indebted to her. She'd want food, money, or supplies. Stuff that he couldn't afford to give her. And if he couldn't pay up, he'd have only her mercy to appeal to.