Post by Nathan Wallace on Apr 5, 2020 11:28:27 GMT -5
Scene : Basement area of the Wallace home. A light in the far corner of the room flickers eerily and the sound of liquid dripping echoes through the large room. The smell - rotting meat, blood, carnage. Rows upon rows of tools, both medical and not, line a wall in one of the three alcoves, each housing a drain in the middle of the tiled floor. A pool of blood mixed with water begins to seep from the farthest alcove, a running hose joining the echo of dripping liquid.
A dark figure stood beneath an automated spray house clothed in repossession gear. The latex fabric made for easy clean off and the design of the outfit itself prevented anything from getting beneath it, the person beneath remaining free from either the now running water or the previous splatters of blood. The figure turned itself in a lazy circle, allowing the house to spray every inch to get as much of the contaminant off. The hose stopped, placing itself on it's housing brackets on the wall and powering down. Allowing the water to drop a bit before moving, the figure began to disrobe, starting work on unbuttoning the rather heavy, latex trench coat and removing that first. After hanging the garment on a hook protruding from the wall, the figure removed the heavy helmet, finally revealing his face.
Nathan Wallace had been doing this work for quite some time, but it never got any easier to deal with. The job was tactless and demanding. His skills as a surgeon were wasted in this, as the life of the patient was not something that was preserved. In all honesty, he was tired of it. Tired of the at random calls at all hours of the night and day. Tired of the screams and death. Then again, he didn't really have much of a choice, no did he. If he did not continue, Rotti would ruin him, ensure that he never found work as a medical professional again......or worse.
Shilo must be protected, he thought to himself. I must continue this work. She can never know.
