Legendary Vampire in the Apocalypse

Dion nodded a little, and she continued:

"Oral rehydration salts are the first thing everyone will need, or any electrolyte solution if there aren’t any salts left.

Paracetamol for the fevers, not ibuprofen, because most of them are already and will be dehydrated. Worst case is we would be putting someone’s kidneys at risk of failure instead of treating any of their symptoms.

We’ll need gauze and antiseptic. And any antibiotic ointments they have. Saline as well, to flush the wounds with. And Amoxicillin-clavulanate..."

She paused briefly as her expression hardened.

"Marcus needs more than that, but the amoxicillin-clavulanate might... if he is lucky, slow down what’s happening to his arm...

He needs someone who can cut out any dead tissue and clean it out properly to make sure antibiotics do their job.

I could if I had the right tools, but the other issue is... in this weather, with the lack of a sterile environment, it may be difficult; but still trying would be better than nothing.

If there’s a locked counter back there, behind the shelves, that’s worth breaking into. Whatever’s kept back there will actually be strong enough to help him, and he’s going to need it regardless of what else we bring back.

In this weather, if he hasn’t already, he’ll develop an infection soon, and once that happens..."

For the sake of Jules, perhaps, she didn’t say anything more than that as she shook her head with her lips pursed faintly and her brows tight.

’She switches the moment there’s someone to save. Doesn’t even seem to notice she’s doing it.’ Dion thought, watching her.

"You should write a list of everything you just said, and anything other specific names you can think of that would help you all in here. I’ll make sure it gets to the people going out."

Florence gave him a bit of a curious look when he said that. Then she ultimately nodded.

There was no reason to question why he had spoken as if he wasn’t going to be involved in it.

"I’ll have it ready before you leave," she said.

Dion nodded to her, and then he gradually rose himself off of his seat.

He set Einstein down on the table, while at the same time Julian had finished the crisps and was turning the empty bag inside out to lick the salt off the foil, his legs swinging under the table.

"You should eat before it goes cold. We won’t be able to leave here to warm it up for you again."

"...Are you sure you’re not eating? And you’re leaving?"

Dion walked down the office, and he waved a little behind himself.

"Paris is about to arrive. I’m going to speak with him outside, I’ll be back in a minute."

Hearing that, Florence looked down at the food and sighed finally. If he was so adamant.... then at this point it would be rude to continue being so hesitant.

The sound of her opening her own food, with the plastic spoon wrapped over the top of it resting in her hand, mingled with that of him opening the door and walking out.

Dion left, and he closed the door for the most part without shutting it fully.

He had suddenly stopped, looking down the hall at Paris who was already headed straight for him, when the lights in the hallway suddenly flickered rapidly.

Both their attention looked up to the lights, watching as they eventually settled, Dion’s hand finally pulling the door closed gently.

"Wouldn’t that be a horrible turn of events..." he muttered, laughing faintly as he turned, "If the power goes out, there might really be very little redeeming this place."

"Do you think we can see in the dark eventually because we’re awakened?" Paris asked as he gave a bit of an unnerved look.

He really hadn’t wanted to see the power go out at all. What if more monsters came while it was dark and they could hardly see? Shivers ran through him as he shook his head internally.

"...You never know. Maybe you’ll get lucky and stumble on something like that." Dion said, shrugging faintly.

Thereafter, he didn’t need to say anything else in asking what the guy wanted from him when they had just separated a short time ago.

"Some people said you brought that woman and her kid here," Paris said once he’d closed the distance. He glanced at the shut door, then back to Dion. "I wanted to talk to you about something... I thought it could wait, but I guess I wanted to make sure I didn’t risk not being able to tell you while you were alone."

"What is it?" Dion asked as he brought himself over to the wall, leaning against it as he crossed his arms.

Paris’s jaw tensed briefly as he buried his hands in the pockets of a dark jacket he now wore.

"I want to come with you," he said, looking into Dion’s eyes.

Dion nodded a little slowly at that, saying, "That’s fine. We’ll wait on Madeline and whoever else among the others decides to come, if any of them do."

Paris shook his head. Perhaps he hadn’t been clear enough...

"I don’t just mean now," His eyes came up to meet Dion’s and held there. "I mean if you’re leaving the group entirely to reach the places you have to reach—which is only looking more likely the way things are going—then I want to follow you."

Without waiting for Dion to say anything, and tensing his jaw a little harder from the nerves that seeing his eyebrow raise brought to him, Paris continued:

"I can learn to fight to kill the things out there. I’m not saying I’m ready now, but I’m willing to learn. I’m willing to help out in other ways while I learn to make sure I’m not a burden to you."

Dion crossed his arms as his eyebrow fell and his expression evened, the sound of the rain and wind brushing through the silence that then lingered between them.

Then he sighed faintly through his nose.

"This isn’t something you should be deciding in a hurry, Paris. What I told the others about the hospital and the mall, that’s not even close to everything I need to do.

After the hospital, I have people I need to meet up with, and after that I’m preparing to leave the city and as soon as possible, the country.

Following me means that every day from here on, you are putting your life at risk constantly. Damn near every day, so long as you can move."

Paris did not flinch from that. His hands were still in his pockets and his jaw was set as he nodded.

"I’m fine with that. You saved my life, so I don’t mind fighting for what you need to do. That’s not the whole reason I’m asking, but it’s part of it."

"Oh? Then what’s the whole reason?"

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