[Caroline Caldwell would much prefer a proper lab, though if the Breakdown (calling it "zombie apocalypse" would have been too cheesy, apparently) in her own world had taught her something, it's how to make do. She could do much, much worse than this hospital.
It's odd, how that is her first concern. The changes in herself she notes with a mixture of fascination, agony, and a remote kind of acceptance. She still has her mind. Her eyes may be snake-like, she may have grown fangs, she is most definitely venomous, and lately, every step is utterly painful, but her mind is still with her.
... Or completely lost and this is just one long, elaborate hallucination.
Be that as it may.
Usually, when she hears something within the hospital at this time of day, she withdraws into the morgue. This time, curiosity gets the best of her. Curiosity and the hope that it's someone, one of the new arrivals, who is too injured to put up much of a fight, thus a great source for some samples. She's spent twenty years on trying to find a way to stop Ophiocordyceps, she can just as well spend twenty more on an attempt to cure whatever this is.
She finds him soon enough, though in disturbingly good health (read: definitely not close enough to death for her to handle), and so she has to give up on her initial plan. More's the pity. Still, he's here, he most likely wouldn't be if he wasn't infected, so why not approach him with better intentions, anyway?]
Is there something you need?
[On first glance, she looks like every other doctor would. Hair up, lab coat, all clean, all as it should be.
But when she spoke, her fangs showed, her eyes are undeniably those of a snake, and her fingernails aren't nails, but a crocodile's claws. So... maybe not quite like every other doctor.]
second option! have a naga. c:
It's odd, how that is her first concern. The changes in herself she notes with a mixture of fascination, agony, and a remote kind of acceptance. She still has her mind. Her eyes may be snake-like, she may have grown fangs, she is most definitely venomous, and lately, every step is utterly painful, but her mind is still with her.
... Or completely lost and this is just one long, elaborate hallucination.
Be that as it may.
Usually, when she hears something within the hospital at this time of day, she withdraws into the morgue. This time, curiosity gets the best of her. Curiosity and the hope that it's someone, one of the new arrivals, who is too injured to put up much of a fight, thus a great source for some samples. She's spent twenty years on trying to find a way to stop Ophiocordyceps, she can just as well spend twenty more on an attempt to cure whatever this is.
She finds him soon enough, though in disturbingly good health (read: definitely not close enough to death for her to handle), and so she has to give up on her initial plan. More's the pity. Still, he's here, he most likely wouldn't be if he wasn't infected, so why not approach him with better intentions, anyway?]
Is there something you need?
[On first glance, she looks like every other doctor would. Hair up, lab coat, all clean, all as it should be.
But when she spoke, her fangs showed, her eyes are undeniably those of a snake, and her fingernails aren't nails, but a crocodile's claws. So... maybe not quite like every other doctor.]