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[Zenith]

A broad and handsome grin cracked across the survivalist's seemingly, perma-tanned face. His genetics boasted of something different - something more than just the average white guy because of his abnormal skills and strengths ... even enough to take down wild aliens. The smile that split through his pain was Johnny's joke about the brochure, in which he promptly shook his head -- a 'nope' fashion. With this, Lucy was holding his hand and speaking to the child and for the first time, she spoke back.

"Well, lil'un -- I'd say you're about ten miles or something under the earth's surface, stuck with us. There's a few others around here somewhere, and the fire -- err ... the red head went to fix the power, which seems to be comin' back. Where the hell are those damn medic robots when you actually need them, instead of stickin' us when we're not expecting it?!" Mark looked around swiftly and then back to Johnny.

"I think we should get her up on one of these tables and see if there's an auto pilot doctor around here somewhere. She needs to be checked out -- especially on her size." Mark turned to Lucy after hearing her whispers and answered her softly back, blowing in her ear childishly -- a smile on his lips, "Can you suture up my back? You have a chef's hands - just put a needle in them. And we should go take a peek to see what's in that room off the kitchen too -- if you say there's another, with these lights on ... it's fair to say it's dead or pissed to high hell."

[TakoNoOyabun]

Suddenly bursting out of a wall panel in a cloud of white dry-wall dust, emerged a six-foot tall burly man in a sleeveless white medical coat. With a long flowing black beard fanning across his chest and long locks of the same hue, he placed his bare well-toned muscular arms akimbo to his hips, and threw his head back in a throaty laugh. "We don't need any medical droids, 'cause you've got me!" With eyes like burning black coals, he flashed a feral grin. His face suddenly became serious, and he thrusted a pointing finger directed at the chest of survivalist. "YOU! gather all the injured folk and bring them to the medical bay!" He then thrusted another finger at whoever the survivalist was talking to. "And you, get me some towels, strong liquor, and as many swabs as you can get a hold of!" The doctor then back-flipped a few times and retreated into the darkness of the hole he made into the wall, inexplicably arriving at whatever location the injured people would be.

[paper_stars]

(I'm going to make a new topic for this part, ill right up some fluff and the next person to post can go.)

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