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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 4:08 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 4:10 pm
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A few minutes later, they stopped again.
"Wait here," The driver said as he and the passenger of the truck got out and talked with the GTA guards. A moment later, they were back in the truck and moving again. after several seconds, they were inside GTA. Joe watched the doors to the gate close, and a humvee complete with a gunner were behidn them as they were escorted deeper into GTA, to where Richie could only assume was examination, followed by interrogation and all that jazz. The streets were filthy and littered with trash, but the neighborhood seemed relatively nice otherwise. Some kids ran around their front yard, oblivious to the outside world. Their parents, knowing very well what was beyong the walls protecting them, stood on the porch and stared at the convoy until it was out of sight. A few minutes later, they stopped, and men in biohazard suits came out and escorted the men to one area and Maryse to another. Richie watched Maryse until he couldn't see her anymore, making sure she was okay. Then began the examinations.
(It's probably a given but I'm going ti time skip over the examinations (definetly) and interrogations, unless you wanna go through an interrogation, I think it'd be too long. What you wanna do?)
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 9:18 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 10:15 am
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ZombieApocalypseSurvivor (It's probably a given but I'm going ti time skip over the examinations (definetly) and interrogations, unless you wanna go through an interrogation, I think it'd be too long. What you wanna do?)
(I don't know about you, but I'm going through with the examination and the interrogation.)
All throughout the GTA, all kinds of recreational facilities had been converted into bases of operations for the military personnel manning the GTA stronghold. They were being escorted to one of these bases now. Maryse sat in silence. She knew what was coming, and she just wanted to get it over with. When they finally arrived, the men were escorted to one area, and she was escorted to another. She lost sight of Richie then. She wondered, albeit briefly, if she'd ever see him again.
Of course she would, she assured herself. Of course she would.
As she was ushered down a long, dimly lit hallway, Maryse spotted a sign posted up on the wall:
Relocation camps are now open in Toronto and in the surrounding regional municipalities of Durham, Halton, Peel and York. When entering a camp you may bring with you: personal (PRESCRIPTION) medication, TWO changes of clothing and ONE small toilet kit. All weapons, illegal items and communication/recording devices (laptop computers, PDAs, CELL PHONES) will be confiscated. Anyone that refuses to submit to a strip search WILL BE subjected to a body cavity search.
Maryse sighed. Well, she thought, isn't that just lovely.
At the end of the hallway her military escorts handed her over to a group of people wearing white Tyvek jumpsuits. She knew how things would proceed from here. Persons suspected of being contaminated are usually separated by sex and led into a decon room, where they shed their potentially contaminated clothes in a stripdown room, then enter a washdown room where they are showered. Finally, they enter a drying and re-robing room where they are issued clean clothing. In the decon room, Maryse removed her clothing. She hated it, but she did it anyway. She removed the U.S. G.I. woodland BDUs, the heavy black winter boot socks, and the black leather combat boots that Richie had given her. At last, she removed her black lace panties. They confiscated her clothes, her bag, and her weapon, then ushered her into a decontamination shower. The chemicals stung her eyes, burned her nose, her lips. It was a far cry from the shower she'd wanted. When she was finished, she was subjected to a body cavity search. She'd never felt so naked in her life, except, perhaps, when she'd been born. At least she was being searched by a woman. She didn't know what she would have done if she'd been searched by a man. She might have killed him. When the body cavity search was complete, they ushered her into the re-robing room, where she was issued a hospital gown. Short-sleeved, thigh-length, and fastened at the back with twill tape ties.
The decontamination process complete, Maryse was once again turned over to a military escort and led into an interrogation room. They sat her down at a table and asked her a series of questions. She told them everything she thought they needed to know about her: how she'd been born in Montreal, how she'd been raised by her uncle in New Brunswick, how she'd she moved out on her own after she'd graduated, how she'd gotten a job as a bartender, how she'd sough refuge in the bar when the zombies appeared, how she'd escaped when the zombies finally found a way in, how she'd heard that the military had established a stronghold in the GTA, how she'd been wandering ever since. She briefly described how she'd met Richie and Greg and the convoy.
Finally, a female officer sat down across from her and smiled. "I'm sorry about all of this," she said, "I know you must feel very violated right now. I also know that you will understand when I say that it was absolutely necessary." She went on to describe the problems they were dealing with inside the walls. "We've got dead—or undead, or whatever—people wandering into rivers and reservoirs and rotting there. We've got living, breathing people being shuttled around like livestock to camps where they don't even have basic health services. We've got sanitation shutting down all over the country, and with that comes cholera, with that comes typhoid, with that comes giardia on a scale you can't even imagine. Bottom line, dirty water in here is killing us faster than those things out there."
Maryse nodded. She did. She did understand.
"The last thing we need," the female officer concluded, "is one of them getting in."
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 11:32 am
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(I might as well describe it as well)
Richie was escroted to a building, where he entered a door and was led to the decon area. He stripped down, went through the showerand the body cavity search. He didn't appreciate having to go through the cavity search, but he knew it was neccassary. The last thing they needed was an the infection breaching their walls. After the search he was led to another changing area, where he was given a hospital gown to change in to. He was then led to an elevator, rode it down three floors, and walked down a hallway to a small concrete room with a two way mirror, a table with a metal chair on each side in the middle of the room. He sat there for what seemed like forever. Richie was laying his head on the table, trying to get some sleep, when he heard the door slam shut and footsteps enter the room. He sat up, rubbing his eyes as they focused on the man sitting in front of him.
"Sorry about all that. Can't be too careful," the man said, "Name's Frank. I'm here to ask you a few questions."
"Okay, what do you wanna know?" Richie said.
Frank proceeded to ask Richie questions about where he came from and how he got to GTA. Joe told him he had escaped from the Ontario outpost when things went south, ran into Maryse and Greg. He told him about the soldiers, the wolves, and everything else that had happened since he had left Ontario.
"Ontario, huh? Haven't heard a thing from them since those rebels breached their walls, letting hundreds of zed heads pour into the perimeter. Didn't think anyone survived," Frank said suspiciously.
"Just lucky I guess," Richie said, avoiding eye contact with the man.
"Well, that 'bout wraps up your reception process. Follow the guards and they'll take you to a place to get something to eat. After that, they'll show you where you wil lbe staying for the extent of your visit here in GTA,"the man said, shaking Richie's hand as the two walked out the door and into the hall. Richie followed the two armed guards down the hallway for a few minutes, going up an elevator to the main floor, walking down the hallway to a door that said 'EXIT.' The guards opened the door, escorting Richie to a topless and doorless humvee.
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 1:32 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 1:42 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 1:59 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 2:03 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 2:12 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 2:20 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 4:38 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 4:54 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 5:02 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 5:05 pm
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