Satellite V2 [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 1 - Clinic

(Y/N) returned to work the next day and shuffled inside the daycare to escape the cold outside.

Just like any other day, her mind went on autopilot much like it used to back before the fiends. She kicked some snow off her boots and closed the door behind her. It wasn't as cold in the daycare but enough that she chose to keep her jacket on.

Last night wasn't any different for the team either. They all ate their dinners, she took care of Corey and put him to bed a the makeshift crib, then she went to bed herself. She wasn't sure if the leader of Baxburry wanted everyone to return to their lives or just make every day a task. Even now as she's heading to the main floor where all the cots for patients were, there wasn't really much to do.

The main doctor and the only person around with medical knowledge other than her took care of the patients that came in. Most of the time for minor injuries and health problems they had. (Y/N) was merely an assistant.

Just like before...

The doctor was an old guy, Mr. Turner. He wasn't too tall and had a long grey beard and hair along the sides of his bald head. From what (Y/N) knew, he was a retired doctor before all of this.

"Morning." He greeted her tiredly as he walked in and tossed his coat onto a counter.

"Morning. How'd you sleep?" She greeted him back. They never really had conversations but he did bring up his insomnia at one point.

The old doctor sighed and shook his head. Another night of barely any sleep. She couldn't blame him for what was outside the walls. "I tried. Gave up at some point and took a walk along the fences."

'The fences?' (Y/N) questioned in her mind. Those were the less reinforced parts of the wall thanks to materials running out. Occasionally a fiend or two would come to rattle against it before someone from the military came and shot it down. It was a heavily watched area after wall.

"Those guys just let you walk there?" She asked. The military was strict with its rules.

But Turner shrugged. "Eh, I know a guy. There was an infected there. He had his legs shot off. Couldn't do anything. I was able to get a good look at it."

She narrowed her eyes and let him continue.

"Have you ever noticed the way they look now?" He asked her as he went over to a sleeping patient and checked on their twisted ankle. They kept their voices down of course as to not disturb them.

"No, not really..." (Y/N) looked down at her hands and took a seat at a small table. "I've been here. I haven't really seen one in a while."

"You should ask your husband then. He's on that scouting team after all." Turner spoke but it was clear that he had discovered something. "But I swear, the infected are starting to look different. More deformed in a way. I mean, this one's eyes were all crooked and twisted."

(Y/N) tried to imagine this in her mind and it made and shiver go down her spine. The fiends looked human, or at least as human as they can be despite TAP in their systems. Maybe she'll ask Drake and Wes once they get back. She's been cooped up inside of Baxburry for the last three months...

"I could be just an old man yapping but I think those things are changing. I'm trying to get Ezekiel for a sit down to chat about it." Turner went over to their other patient. One of the military who had gotten attacked outside the walls by a fiend.

(Y/N) nodded as her eyes fell to the soldier in the cot. He really only had a couple of bruises and a broken arm from the fight. They wanted to check him for more but he was pretty adamant about just fixing his arm. Even almost getting physical with Turner to which they both backed off.