<sup><strong>Infirmary (Detta)</strong></sup><br/><br/>Detta watched the other woman walk away and growled lowly. Detta was older than Isis, by almost ten years -- and Detta had seen more than Isis. Isis might have wandered the wastes, but the woman seemed to not be able to remember most of it. Detta, on the other hand, remembered every moment of brutality she had witnessed outside these walls. She had seen people turn from human to Reaver in less than ten seconds, and had to lop their heads from their bodies without pause for who they used to be. Reaver's sputum wasn't simply a toxin. It was an active biological agent. It got in their blood and began to physically change the cells of the human body, namely the brain. It wasn't a simple detox that was needed, the parts that have been turned start to produce more toxin, and turn more cells, and those produce more until the whole body is overwhelmed. It was a positive feed back loop. One that no one could stop, not once it had already started. And these people had been bitten several minutes before: it was too late for them, if they were already infected.<br/><br/>Until they go wild, its impossible to tell if they are infected. And impossible to tell if they're not. Which is why the isolation rooms, according to protocol, stay locked for three days, or until they turn. It was a death sentence. One that almost no one survives due to the toxicity of the Reaver sputum.<br/><br/>"Stupid young bitch... ignorant optimistic half-wit... Girl doesn't know a damn thing about Reavers, and she's been with us for how long now? Its one thing to hope, it's another to think yourself a fuckin Rickie-Rescue," She muttered all of that to the tall man that stood with her outside the rooms. The man looked down at her and didn't say anything. Detta was in a mood, and he wasn't about to draw her attention to him. He knew better than that. And so he watched one room while Detta watched the other, a long knife in hand, ready to kill his comrade the instant he saw a hint of turning. A thing both he and Detta prayed happened sooner rather than later -- the waiting was often worse than the Turn itself.