hadriel | video, backdated to the 15th

[One day in, after conversations with the guard and various others, Simon finally makes his broadcast. The man on screen is well-dressed, despite his collar being unbuttoned and sleeves rolled up to his elbows; his hair is carefully combed back, even if it looks like he did the job with his fingers. He clears his throat, and when he speaks it sounds like he's careful to modulate his voice, that of a doctor giving bad news to a patient. Diagnosis: grim.]

Ah, hello. I'm Dr. Simon Tam, one of the medical professionals at the clinic. In my previous residence, I was a trauma surgeon. I have years of medical training and am here to help in whatever ways I can with the usual injuries one acquires through violence or accident.

As I'm sure you're all aware, Fear--I'm presuming--has brought in a new kind of creature, one that appears to previously have been human. I'm reluctant to use the word 'zombie,' but that will have to do, I suppose. I want you all to know we are working on studying these zombies and trying to find what created them, whether it's a virus or something less mundane. Anyone who has had experience with beings like this in their previous worlds, please reach out to your clinic staff, any information can be helpful.

For those of you who have been wounded by one of these zombies or have had close physical contact, please report to the clinic. We may be able to help you--and if we can't, maybe we can help keep you from hurting anyone else. I'll do my best to make sure it's the former.

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[He waves a bony hand dismissively. Don't you worry about him!]

Yeah, 'm fine. Just, uh, you can put down that these things not really caring if you've actually got a brain to pick. Y'know, if you're keeping track of that kinda thing.

[Which is fine, really, it is just - he is doing great.]

In my experience, stuff like this clears up on its own after a few days.

I suppose that does throw my theory regarding what attracts them to us out the window.

[What? All data is good data, right? Lists help keep him calm.]

Do you need someone to come get you out? I can call the guard...

Nah, I'll be out in a few. Just takin' a breather.

[Ha ha, get it? Because he doesn't...need breath...?

Well, he thought it was hilarious.]

If you're sure. If they aren't stopped by your lack of flesh, I don't know what they'll do to the rest of you.

[That's supposed to be comforting somehow??]

Just be careful, please.

[Nothing, likely. Because he'd be dead. Because he has 1 HP, which both helpfully makes him immune to infection and not-so-helpfully ensures that by guaranteeing his death at the slightest misstep.

Isn't Sans's life fun?]

Eh, don't worry about it, Doc. I'm nothin' but.

[That, at least, is the truth; he is nothing but careful, if to the point of selfishness.]

[Simon understands caution. And if he knew about Sans' condition, he'd definitely be wanting to try and take steps to help. As it is, he remains ignorant, and has nothing like magic to help, anyway. So, instead, he looks at Sans for a moment longer, studying that perfect poker face.]

If you need a place to go after, the clinic is safe. Mostly.

Thanks for the offer.

[Don't worry Simon, Sans never tells anyone anything. It's part of his enigmatic-yet-charming persona.]

I'll, uh, keep it in mind? And watch your back too, Doc. Y'never know what might get in there.