The month was November and the day was the the third though nobody really cared.<br/><br/>New York City had become a dark and infested wasteland filled with the cries of it's infected citizens who wanted nothing more then to kill the living. It was night time and everyone was on edge since the most the need for them to find a way out of here was becoming more and more a essential to their survival. There was only one plane left that was docked and ready to go... except it did not have enough gas to get them anywhere far and as far as the last TV signal had shown them the infection had spread to every major city. It seemed as though this was a new form of bio terrorism that had gone horribly wrong.<br/><br/>Most of the survivors in the John F. Kennedy International airport had mostly given up hope of surviving for much longer. They had spent the summer in this airport and the generator was starting to go. The survivors were pitiful, hopeless, beings who were confused and angry over the last four months turn of events. They were also close to panicking as the food and fresh water supply got lower and lower. The only thing that kept most of them in line was the fact that Fitz and a few others had guns. They didn't want to have to use them on the survivors but sometimes they got a little too out of control.<br/><br/>Yesterday a woman had gotten a hold of his fire arm and he had feared that she would kill him. It was such a rookie mistake that if she shot him he believed he would of deserved it but... She had shot herself through her mouth and dies instantly. It had rocked him to his very core as to how desperate these people were to commit suicide. He was on guard a lot more now and almost always had his hand resting on it at all times and his shotgun is on a strap across his chest. He sighed as he walked over to a room that would be considered an interrogation room but they had made it into an infirmary. In this case it was more of a birthing room or where the Doc got some rest.<br/><br/>Fitz knocked on the door lightly before opening it, "Hey Doc you in here?" He looked around and saw her sitting in a hair reading a book. A couple hours ago she had helped a woman give birth to a healthy boy. The successful birth had given some of the survivors some hope but to others it seemed to make them more cynical.