Day 43: Sun Room, Second Shift

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When the shift changed, HK stayed put. Even after a long night of zombie killing, he had no interest in meatbag fuel, especially after all the discussion of chocolate with that rather strange meatbag. It was just making him crave the stuff even more than he had previously, if that was possible.

Oh, right. He was supposed to be looking for someone who was "VERY LARGE, WITH DARK HAIR." And also seemed to not know what lower-case letters were on the bulletin. As if that would help. He'd seen a likely candidate last shift, but talk of chocolate had distracted him.

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Jones definitely had a point about the gun, especially seeing how he had gotten there so late in the night. He had only gotten one bullet out of the chamber before it went back to morning once again, although that was probably for the best. He didn't need to be wasting the small amount of ammunition that he had. "You can say that again," he agreed with a short nod. He hadn't even had to fight for it, really. Everyone who had been there before him had taken what they'd wanted and there had just happened to be one last gun left for him. Sometimes life worked in his favor, even though such instances were rare.

The last thing that Harvey wanted to talk about now was the zombies; if he could have his way, he'd think about that incident as little as possible from here on out. It had all been so insane that he wanted to forget the whole thing had ever happened. And if Jones thought he was some sort of zombie expert, he had another thing coming.

"Common?" He gave a half-shrug with his good shoulder. "Everyone knows what they are, but they also know that they aren't real. I guess they're probably in a lot of the popular scary movies nowadays, but those were never really my thing." Then, his visible eye narrowed. "Why, where are you from?" Maybe zombies weren't well-known in some other countries, but Jones had definitely come across as American to him.

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Better play this one safe, Indy thought. Spiraling off into what would look like insanity or a flat-out lie probably wasn't the best way to keep on the good side of the guy with the gun. "New Jersey," he answered honestly enough. "I'm teaching in New York right now. But I'm not much of a movie buff, so I guess it makes sense that I've only heard of the things in passing."

Interesting. So Zombi mythology would be pretty common knowledge for anyone from Dent's time--which Indy put at 2009 or reasonably close to it, judging by the way Dent had reacted to his statement about the date at their first meeting. That might pack an extra punch of horror for those patients, seeing monsters step right off the silver screen. On the other hand, contemporary patients would likely also be the only ones who'd know how to kill the bastards. That could make them leaders--

Just more mind games, Indy decided. It probably wasn't worth overthinking.

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It wasn't like Harvey was any kind of movie buff either, but he still knew about zombies. Maybe Jones was just really oblivious because he was always holed up in a lab doing archaeological things -- or he was out in the middle of nowhere on digs for months at a time. Harvey didn't know very much about the profession and he wasn't going to display his ignorance by asking too many questions.

A lot of people seemed to come from around the New York or New Jersey area, though. Harvey didn't even think he could start speculation about whether or not that was a coincidence. Any of Jones' attempts to find patterns hadn't really led anywhere, had they? It seemed like a lost cause.

"Well, now you've gotten to know them up close and personal," he grumbled. That reminded him that the other man had seen his face uncovered last night and still hadn't reacted to it. Maybe they were going to pretend it never happened. Harvey didn't care either way at this point, so he wasn't going to harass the man about it.

The intercom went off again, and it was still that computer system. Harvey frowned at the words, not liking some of the implications in the slightest. At least it didn't seem like he would have to worry about anyone coming to see him -- none of the nurses had mentioned anything, after all. He glanced at Jones and shrugged. "I'll see you around, then." Right now he was more concerned with making sure Jason could find him.