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Iliana
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20 minutes of straight sprinting and she had just begun the panting! Kendra was still in shape for a 22 year old woman who spent her time being a house lady. Lady, not wife. She wasn't married. There was no way in hell Kendra was tying down this fast, especially if it were from someone in Fairfield, Pennsylvania? No man made enough money to take of her. It was a miracle that she was taking care of herself in that rinky dink house she claimed. She even did a pour job at that! What, with ironing her fingers and all. It was bound to happen to her, this injury. Her frame of focus wasn't a very long one and with all of the strange shit that was happening in her street to day, keeping cautious was a forced matter. Kendra didn't like being forced to do anything, even if it had to be done in an urgent manager. Taking orders was entirely beneath.
Only 20 or so minutes passed and Kendra finally had her opportune time to do something medical for once. If something like that happened on a regular (which, of course, it does) Kendra would take it upon herself to patch up the wounds. There was no point in wasting hundreds of dollars on a man to tell her to lie down and drink plenty of fluids. This time was an emergency. The sliding doors slid open and there was a mass of people in the main lobby. Most of them were groaning, but all Kendra could make out were their backs. She held the napkins to her hand as tightly as possible. This was ridiculous. All of those people making those incredulous sounds over nothing! Kendra scoffed and shoved people out of her way while they swayed like a pendulum.
"Move. Mam, I need to see a doct--"
"AAAAAAAAAHHHH!" The clerk responded after she tried her best attempt at a 'run' in the heels she wore. Kendra was pissed and wheeled around to flick her off. "Well forget you too, you grande punta del-" Kendra finally locked her brown eyes on the mass wobbling before her. Either there was a bad case of tuberculosis running rampant or...
"Holy shit..."she whispered, dropping her napkins to the floor and exposing the open wound and taking a step backwards.
Only 20 or so minutes passed and Kendra finally had her opportune time to do something medical for once. If something like that happened on a regular (which, of course, it does) Kendra would take it upon herself to patch up the wounds. There was no point in wasting hundreds of dollars on a man to tell her to lie down and drink plenty of fluids. This time was an emergency. The sliding doors slid open and there was a mass of people in the main lobby. Most of them were groaning, but all Kendra could make out were their backs. She held the napkins to her hand as tightly as possible. This was ridiculous. All of those people making those incredulous sounds over nothing! Kendra scoffed and shoved people out of her way while they swayed like a pendulum.
"Move. Mam, I need to see a doct--"
"AAAAAAAAAHHHH!" The clerk responded after she tried her best attempt at a 'run' in the heels she wore. Kendra was pissed and wheeled around to flick her off. "Well forget you too, you grande punta del-" Kendra finally locked her brown eyes on the mass wobbling before her. Either there was a bad case of tuberculosis running rampant or...
"Holy shit..."she whispered, dropping her napkins to the floor and exposing the open wound and taking a step backwards.
Kendra walked in, pushed some zombies out the way, asked for a doctor but the nurse ran off in fear. Kendra was cursing her out until she saw the people were not people. In shock, she drops her napkin and backs up.