Zombie Apocalypse

Scout: Oh, relax, Captain America! *she supports his weight more* We're almost there...*she leads him into the small barricaded room* Home sweet home...

Drake: thank you mam... You can call me drake if you'd like or almost anything for that matter...

Scout: *sets him down on a makeshift bed-mat* The name's Scout. *she rummages through her bag a pulls out surgical cloth and a small box of tester sheets and walks back over to Drake*
((I'm making the test kits really small strips that change colors and stuff. Lets say, bloody strip turns black with presence of virus, and strip turns white if clean. Like a simple pH strip, but for the virus....))

Drake: what should I do mam?

Scout: Just hold still... This won't hurt much *she pricks his finger and takes a blood sample, swabbing it up with the test strip, she sets it down and begins expertly cleaning and bandaging his wounds*

Drake: thank you again mam... Is there something I can do to pay you for this? *he doesn't seem to notice the sensation of being stitched up*

Scout: *shrugs* Don't slit my throat while I sleep?

Drake: *he laughs* really... Can I get you supplies, ammunition, bombs, samples, anything mam? *he grins*

Scout: *smiles lightly* Thanks, but I've got all I need right here *she gestures to her bag, which is rather small to live off of*

Drake: *frowns and is genuinely concerned* at least allow me to replace the medical equipment and supplies you're using on me, mam. *he can't refrain from using mam...* please?

Scout: They're easy enough to find if you know where to look... Really, I've gotten by on a lot less. Besides, I don't like to be weighed down.... *she continues bandaging him*

Drake: well I don't know how to repay you but I promise I will eventually mam..

Scout : Don't worry about it.... *she scratches her head* Got any skills? ((This is the part of the show where she determines whether or not he is dead weight))

Drake: yes mam(Another of his marine bred habits) *his tone sounds official...* would you like me to list some of them mam?

Scout: Once again, the name's Scout... And sure *she listens*

Drake: sorry m...scout.. *sighs* I'm a black ops marine and I'm good with wires... I was a bomb tech... I know where all the secret military bunkers are.. Iv hunted zombies and helped survivors since the virus broke out.. If you would like me to be less vague I can *pauses to keep himself from saying mam* scout...

Scout: *blinks* I-I figured you were military, but I had no clue that- *she shakes her head and says to herself* Skills indeed...

Drake: now is there any way I can repay you mam?.. I mean scout... *looks mildly frustrated at himself*

Scout: *shakes her head then pauses* It's getting late *she tosses her pack on the floor and lays down, using it as a pillow, leaving the makeshift mat for Drake* Try to get some rest and wake me if you need meds or something....

Drake: here why don't you take the cot mam... I'll take the floor... *he climbs off so she can get on it*

((I'm guessing he passed her test earlier lol... Also he is hopelessly stuck to certain habits including semper fi and saying mam... But those gratis arent all bad))

Scout: Stay there, you're injured. I'm used to sleeping on the ground
((And Scout is stubborn... Because she's Scout))

Drake: i once got stuck in a foxhole for three days with a dead man and a bullet in my gut... I think i can handle the floor mam... And besides... I'd never let a lady sleep on the floor while I lay on a cot... It just isn't right. *he shifts to use his good arm as a pillow and leaves the cot open*

Scout: Suit yourself... But I'm staying right here *she closes her eyes*

Drake: *sighs and drifts off to sleep on the floor*

((I'm gonna wait for someone on the other end to say "morning comes"))