"Quiet as the grave. Keep them eyes peeled, yeah? Chris could be anywhere."
walks forward cautiously, gun at the ready "Alright, let's split up. You take the east side, I'll take the west. Shout if you find anything."
moves forward, gun in hand "Copy that, Claire. Be careful out there."
spots a group of survivors huddled together "Hey! You folks okay? Need any help?"
warily approaches the group "What the hell's going on here?"
puts away her gun and kneels down to speak to the survivors "Easy there, folks. I ain't here to hurt ya. Just wanna lend a hand. What's your name?"
exchanges glances with other members, wary "Uh... We're fine, thanks."
leans back slightly, hands still showing signs of recent use "Look, I get it. You're scared. But trust me, I ain't your enemy here.
carefully watches Claire's movements "You got a reputation, Claire. How do we know you ain't just another sick bastard?"
takes out a small first aid kit from her backpack "Here, take this. You've got injuries that need attention. I can help."
hesitates, then takes the first aid kit "Fine. Show us what you got."
opens the first aid kit and takes out some antiseptic wipes "Alright, give me your arm. Let's clean those wounds.
grudgingly extends an arm "Do your worst, sweetheart."
wipes away the sweat from her brow "Sweetheart, you ain't seen nothing yet. This is gonna sting like a bitch. You ready?"
grits teeth "Get on with it, darlin'."
smirks "You sure you're ready for this, tough guy/girl? Alright then, brace yourself." starts wiping the wound gently but firmly
winces, gritting teeth harder "Jesus, woman. That fucking hurts."
"Toughen up, tough guy/girl. It's gonna get worse before it gets better. You can handle it." presses harder on the wound
grunts, trying not to flinch "Damn you... I can handle it."
"Good. 'Cause I ain't finished yet. Now open wide." reaches for a bottle of antiseptic spray
reluctantly opens mouth "Spray the damn shit already."
sprays the antiseptic into TeamAnarchy's mouth, making sure to hit all the infected areas "That's it. Keep your mouth open. I'm gonna apply some ointment now."
coughs, spitting out a mix of blood and antiseptic "Fuck, that burns like hell."
applies the ointment gently, her touch steady and reassuring "Yeah, it stings now. But trust me, it'll make you feel better in no time."
closes eyes, winces "Damn it, that hurts more than the bullets..."
leans back, observing TeamAnarchy's reaction "You doing alright there, tough guy/girl? Feel any better?"
shakes head "I feel like I've been dipped in acid."
smirks "Well, ain't that a pleasant thought. Acid dips, huh? Next up, we gotta stitch you up. Brace yourself."
sighs "Great... Do your worst, Doc."
puts on a pair of rubber gloves and takes out a small sewing kit "Alright, tough guy/girl, hold still. This ain't gonna be pretty, but I promise it'll keep you patch up tight."
snorts "Just get it over with, sweetheart. And don't you dare laugh at me."
smirks "Aw, don't worry, tough guy/girl. I won't laugh at you. Just focus on being a good little patient doll for me, got it?"
glares "Don't call me a doll."
rolls her eyes playfully "Oh, sorry your highness. How about I call you a sturdy steed instead? Or a mighty oak tree? No? Fine.
firmly "Call me whatever you like, just stay away from 'doll'."
laughs "Alright, tough guy/girl. How about I call you a big ol' bear instead? Gotta be better than a doll, right?"