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Huffing and puffing the young female scientist ran through the streets, having a runner chase her. It was screaming and growling while ranning after her. "HELP!" She screamed. No matter how hard she screamed, no one would hear her, nor would anyone offer a hand to help her, since she's a scientist. She grabbed the knife she had on her and stabbed it into the neck of the infected. It dropped on the floor and she took her knife out of their neck. She heard something coming from one of the abandoned houses, her attention shot to a man entering the house, his backpack was filled with food. He wore a black jacket and cargo pants, on his head was a green cap. She watched him go inside and walked towards the house, but a group of runners spotted her and ran towards her, the young scientist noticed the small horde and ran to the door, she tried to open it but the door didn't seem to budge. As the group got closer and closer she panicked, did he lock the door? She looked at the lock if it was locked, it wasn't. The door just didn't budge, it was stuck. 

When Marc came home with the food he shut the door behind him. "I'm back! I got a lot with, so we can at least survive a month or two." He walked to the kitchen and started unpacking his bag, when all of the sudden the doorknob started to rattle, everyone's attention went to the door, Marc walked to the door, holding his gun tight. He made a silence sign to his group and opened the door, the young scientist ran inside and shouted at Marc to shut the door but he was distracted by the young girl that just entered their hideout. As he did what she asked him to do, the door got rammed back open by runners and they ran inside. The young lady ran to the back of the house and the team who was hiding started to shoot at the infected. While Marc was busy keeping the others out, one went up to his arm and bit quite hard. "ARGH!" Marc grunted. He punched the infected in the face and then put a bullet between his eyes. Once all the infected were dead on the floor and the door was shut tightly, all the attention went to the young scientist who was standing in the kitchen. 

"Who are you?" Marc asked. "I'm Doctor Eaves." The young scientist answers. "You're a doctor? So you can help?" She looks at the young man. "No, I'm a scientist, but I have some knowledge on the medical field." Kathy scanned the girl's appearance and Marc continued to ask questions. "Do you have any knowledge on how to treat bite wounds?" "Marc, she's a scientist of the Nova corporation!" Kathy interrupted, all of the others interrupted Marc as well. "She'll back stab us! She almost killed us already! She has to leave!" They said. "SHUT UP!" Marc screamed to top the panicked teammates. "I asked her something!" He said and looked at the scientist. "Well, there's no cure, but you can stop it from changing you." Marc nodded his head. "You're with us now." The entire team screamed the same thing. "WHAT?!" No one expected him to let her stay. "We're going to eat dinner soon, do you have your own food?" Marc asked. "No.." He shrugged. "Too bad." She didn't quite know how to respond to that, so she watched the rest of the group make dinner. 

Once dinner was done everyone sat at the table, Doctor Eaves wanted to sit with them but Marc told her to go away. "No, no, don't sit here, go sit there." He said and pointed at the corner. Doctor Eaves took a chair and slowly made her way to the corner. She sat down and watched the others eat their meals. After a good 15 minutes Marc huffed and puffed and placed his plate down. "Ohh I'm full, does anyone want the rest?" He looked around and asked the group, everyone shook their head. He looked at the scientist. "Hey doc, come here." He said while making a 'come here' sign with his fingers. She stood up and walked to Marc and he hands her his plate. "Here you go, can you give that to Jumper? He's upstairs." Her mood felt like a roller coaster. This part of the rollercoaster tipped her in the wrong way. "Y'know, I'm a scientist, but I don't like acting like one. So I'll say this once. If you want me to help you, with whatever issue you have, maybe, you should treat me a little better." It turned silent, Marc looked at her and she felt like she stood strong in her shoes. "Fine, eat half of the food left, the rest has to go to Jumper." 

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