First of all, get dressed. And get some shoes on.
You dig some clothes out of one of the sacks and put them on, right there in the parking garage. Luckily its deserted in the middle of the day, so no one is around to question your rather strange choice of where to disrobe. You get dressed in a long sleeve shirt, jacket, jeans and a pair of boots; a good rugged set of clothing that should provide a modest degree of protection from the cold and injury.
((We must be insane if I brought the pie with me. Oh well!))
Brian notices where the cop's eye went. Worth a shot. "Oh, do you want some? It's probably more than I can eat."
[Regardless of answer]
He nods. "So how do you close a hospital anyway? I thought they had backup generators and whatever and could stay open through anything."
Offer pie. Solicit information.
The man shakes his head to your offering of pie.
"You haven't been watching the news recently huh? The building is under quarantine, some sort of mass hysteria effecting the doctors. We're not sure what the cause is, but we're shutting down the building, just in case. Besides, not like there would be any doctors in there if it was open."
The man looks grim as he picks his tape recorder back up and flips it off, not looking at you while he replies.
"Depends on what the people here say more then me. As long was we have an address to reach you at, I don't care where you go. Just make sure to leave contact info with the people here."
The man walks to the door and it opens before he gets there, a nurse and an orderly walking into the room as the detective leaves. They look fairly intent on taking you somewhere; probably to a new room for you to rot away in for a few more hours. You get the feeling that it might be a good time to demand your freedom; better now then when you've already been locked in a room.
"Hey, before you guys take me wherever, I wanna say I'm leaving today. I'm here on my own free will anyway, and the inspector told me I was free to leave. I'm really not keen on spending another night here, what with the doctors goin' crazy and stuff. So I'll just quickly pack my stuff and be on my way if that's alright."
Back down from the nurse, make it clear I don't want to go with them.
The nurse looks rather unsure of how to respond to you. She looks to the orderly, but he has nothing to contribute other then a shrug.
"I'll have to ask the director." She says finally, and leaves along with her white shirted goon.
They return a few minutes later, looking slightly deflated.
"You're free to go, if you want, but the director wants you to leave a forwarding address and to check in with us once you've reached it. The things you gave us when you checked in are still in the lockup, you can get them back on your way out. Follow me."
She waits by the door, obviously a bit impatient and not terribly happy about this situation. You get the vague feeling her talk with the director wasn't a pleasant one.
Samuel blinked as the man left, the card still left on the table.
He's mad.
Mad and half-correct.
He continues to patiently wait for information as to whether the situation in the GP offices is clear.
You wait for several minutes...and then several more. Thirty minutes pass as you wait for the all clear, for the message that you can return to your office. It never comes. The few security guards you see are all heading up to other places. Eventually, none more are to be seen, and none of those who left have come back. Then the police start coming, first a pair, then several. You hear shooting somewhere upstairs and everyone in the lobby, nurses and patients who had been quietly and nervously whispering to on another, goes quiet. They stare up at the ceiling, as though trying to see through it, to look upon what is causing their heart to beat in their throat.
(( Yaaaay distractions! Was also vaguely waiting to see if Pyro would respond 
))
Back out in the cold for now... supplies. Going to need supplies, even if I end up stuck in this van.
Back to the van, grab the prepaid phone and make sure it still has power. Assess how much room I have in my van for supplies, and how much ramen I still have.
Then head to a big-box type store, gather up and get a price check on 4 weeks of non-perishable food and water, a thermal blanket, and a small camp stove and a similar size pan. Oh, and duct tape. Always need more duct tape.
You walk out to your van and check your phone. It's at about half battery, but still has more then enough power to run out the few minutes you have left. You sit down atop your adhoc bed and look around the interior of the van. You figure you could fit a good deal of stuff in here, if you were careful about how you packed it, even more if you moved your bed up to the front seats and slept across them. Though that would be pretty damn uncomfortable. You count through the cardboard pallet of ramen you have in the corner. You've got 12 left. Not a lot, if you eat three meals a day. Hm.
You climb up into the drivers seat and take off, getting on the freeway for a short drive over the Northern Bridge and into the commercial section of town. You drive around for a while until you come across an S-mart, relatively deserted in the early hours of the morning. You grab a cart and meander around the quiet aisles, loading it with non-perishable food and water, a thermal blanket, a camp stove and pan, and a few rolls of duct tape. You make a quick mental checklist of the prices of everything you bought. It's about 350 dollars, you reckon.
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