drjackseward:

Blood stained his pale features and caked into the, still properly
trimmed, dark and sweaty locks of his hair. He’d been so trusting
to let a stranger enter his hospital. He’d been too in want to believe
that he could remain safely in his hospital with turned patients still
locked away within their cells rotting away as his only companions.
It seemed a mad man’s dream as he looked back upon his choice in
staying in the asylum that had been more of his home than any
other place.

The sound of a car pulling up behind him brought him to turn to face
the sound of a woman’s voice calling towards him.

“I…” his voice was shaking and croaky with misuse, “I…” he shook
his head, “I’m from the hospital up the way. Someone…” it almost
seemed unbelievable every time he had to look back on it, “someone
let the turned patients out of their cells. I was overtaken.”

    Part of her was afraid of this strange man  &  another  part  was  ready  
    for whatever stunt this guy tried to pull. She ran her fingers  along  the 
    handle of her gun & gripped it hard in the palm of her hand. One move
    towards her that was in attempts to harm her & he’d be a lifeless body
    on the floor. She looks at his clothing & realises  this  man  must  have 
    been important in the life before – then  he  mentions  the  hospital  & 
    puts two & two together to figure out he’s a doctor. She prays that  he
    is a good man; they’re in need of a medical practitioner. 

    Hershel had been a good asset to the group with his  various  medical 
    knowledge he’d gained from helping animals on his farm. Without him,
    a lot of them wouldn’t be where they were  today.  She  was  going  to 
    make sure to get on this guy’s good side. 

    ❝ Did they – did you get bit? You okay? ❞ 

   She had to be sure, she had to make sure he wasn’t a danger to her in
   any form whatsoever. She had to make it home safe.