𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗. // 6/6 // CLOSED

Ronni shook her head at Lucas. "Were you not listening? The boys did nothing all day but kick in the doors of other apartments in this building. There's plenty of space for everyone, and no one has to scout." She stepped back from him, noting that he looked pale.
"Lucas, I need you to tell me your symptoms. Right. Now."
There was no way she was just going to gloss over that. Not in a world where a disease had killed everyone.
If he was sick, he could forget about sleeping in the same room as anyone else. Heck, he could forget about sleeping in the same building as the rest of them.

Lucas shook his head and dug in his bag for a bottle of water, unscrewing the cap with shaking hands. He drank half the bottle, lowering the bottle slowly.

"I'm not sick." He said defensively. "I can't be, or I would've died sooner than this."
He took a shaky breath. "But i'm a little dizzy is all."

Alastor looked at the food thoughtfully. Perks of growing up in a military family meant he was taught about how to ration food in worse case scenarios. At the time, he complained that this information was useless since the chances of a huge disaster like a mass disease were slim. Now he was more grateful than ever before for being taught survival skills like this.
"Honesty, I'd say five at the most," he replied, taking into account how little he ate anyways. "Although I recommend we get more food before those 5 days are up just in case."

Zeus let out another contented sigh before his breathing slowed down a bit and he quickly fell asleep, his body relaxing as he did so.

Ronni watched him warily. She wasn't convinced. Everyone who got sick and died started somewhere, they had symptoms and then they died.
If the people around them were lucky, they didn't spread the disease as they died.
"Come out in the hall with me." She stepped past him into the hall outside the apartment. She wasn't going to risk the group.

Lucas walked after her slowly.
He shut the door to the apartment and smiled warily at her, bracing himself against the wall for a second before leaning his back against it and tilting his head upwards.
"I think I might be sick." He said in a slow voice, unlike his own. "Not with the flu but just sick."

"Yeah," Alastor replied, his voice lowering a bit as well, wondering why Lucky did the same. "I mean, my main training was in finding murderers and serial killers, but I did spend around a year and a half being a regular officer first."

Ariella had been outside, head between her knees, working on her breathing when she heard others come outside. Ronni and Lucas. She didn't pay much attention and until she heard hik say he was feeling sick.
That did it. Something in her switched. Like it was the nurse in her. She walked over, put her hand on his shoulder, and pushed him down until he was sitting. She crouched in front of him. "Ronni, can you get my bag from my room please. I've got this." She kept looking at Lucas. "Can you tell me what your symptoms are? What hurts?"
She needed her medical bag before she could do much else.

Alastor smirked a bit at that, even though it didn't reach his eyes. "There are a few bad cops out there, and unfortunately they're the ones who get the most publicity so everyone who watches the news views every police officer here as evil. But I did have extensive combat training and my family taught me some basic survival skills."

(Me frantically looking up medical terms cause I actually know nothing about nursing.)

Ariella grabbed her otoscope and turned the light part on. She grabbed a mask to be careful and slipped it over her own mouth and nose. She pulled up his eyelids gently, shining the dull like in each of his eyes, checking his pupils.

Alastor shrugged. "I'm used to being hated for what I do, so it wouldn't be a big deal. And as for training…" he had to think for a moment. "I guess it was intended for natural disasters like floods or earthquakes, or in cases where I'm stranded in the wild with no contact to any other people. It's been working fine for this pandemic, though. It's kept me alive for this long."

Alastor nodded in agreement, thinking of Liam. He was surprised that such a young kid was able to survive for so long, but he had learned over the years to not underestimate people.
He glanced over at June. "What are you looking for?" He asked curiously.

Ronni stepped back from him a bit. "I need your symptoms, Lucas. And how would you know it's not the flu? You've never had it or you'd be dead."

Lucas frowned and nodded slowly.
"My throat feels a bit scratchy and I feel hot and dizzy. But I also feel cold at the same time, when I touch my skin with my hands it feels cold." He said, his voice quickening at the end. "I mean like if I touch my forehead with the back of my hand like my mom used to do, it feels fine, or sometimes even cold."

(Would you guys hate me if I killed off Lucas?)