Glorified Destruction

Nobody’s Empire 2.0: Evergreen Health Medical Center

EvergreenHealth Medical Center - Home-Base [Image 1, top left, Outside view. Image 2, top right, inside view hallway] The EvergreenHealth Medical Center was formerly a healthcare facility which was known to be one of the most comprehensive in the region. It was formed in 1972 and served nearly 850,000 residents in surrounding areas of north King and south Snohomish counties. It had been rated among the top 5% of hospitals in the nation for excellent healthcare and included a number of medical facilities throughout the area.

The former Fall City survivors have taken up residence in the main campus buildings located in Kirkland, Washington. It includes a 318-bed medical center as well as four former specialty buildings, sections of which are being used to fulfill the needs of the survivors. All buildings have seen damage over the months since the outbreak but stand in relatively good shape, gutted and cleaned and rebuilt by the survivors.

Infirmary [Image 3, middle left] One of the specialty buildings has been designated as their central medical facility. Their medicine and related supplies have been stored in this building and the main hall has been filled with available beds if and when they are needed to house the injured and ill. Separate rooms are also designated for those who may need to be separated from others due to illness.

Kitchen / Dining Facilities [Image 4, middle right] The central medical building is the location of the dining and kitchen facilities on the ground floor of the building. The appliances have been repaired and cleaned by the survivor and work semi-reliably to fit the needs of the survivors. Next door to the kitchens is an open community room that has been set up with rows of tables, chairs, and benches for dining and other community activities/meetings.

Laboratories and storage [Image 5, bottom left] The former exam rooms of the hospital have been transformed into laboratory space for research, specifically focused on a cure for the Infection. Most of these labs are sectioned off in their own specialty building away from the survivors living quarters. Most of the former exam rooms in the main building have been utilized for storage of weapons and other supplies.

“your feet are cold.”

“movies are made for watching, not for asking questions.”

“you’re hogging the blankets!”

“we should cuddle… for warmth.”

“is that your hand on my leg?”

“scoot over.”

“can we watch something else? this is scary.” 

“are you shivering?” 

“if you start snoring, i won’t be responsible for what happens to you.”

“did you eat all the popcorn?”

“your hair keeps getting in my face.”

“are you even wearing pants??”

“stop kicking me!”

“you’re a good pillow.”

“do i look like a foot-rest to you?”

“do i look like a pillow to you?”

“i’m cold.”

A figure drew past the woods. It had been moments after Lori had ventures over here. Her soft breathing was heard in the background. She was curled up on one of the benches, sound asleep. It had been a rough night for the most of them. Her hand clenched the doorframe, squinting to see who was approaching. It didn’t appear to be infected. The brunette stared forward. His shirt was matted in a red substance all too familiar from them. At first, she thought he was injured. Breathing in sharply as her leg moved as fast as it willed her to. Her arms suddenly pressed against his chest, leaning her weight against him with a wince. Clumsy, but it was desperate. It was Dexter. 

Her hand threaded through his own. The man was a giant against her form. It felt almost as if she was lacing her arms around a willow tree, its branches holding her close enough to block away from the sun. Her weight sunk against him merely because he was safe. Out of everyone - Dexter was alright. There was no doubt he would be. The Marine was more trained than even she was. He was one of the strongest men she’s met in her lifetime. It surpassed even her father’s endurance. Boots dug into the sand as her nose buried against his torso. His scent was so comforting. It was a familiar entanglement of leaves that she could never find in herself. 

When was the last time she had seen him? Dexter wasn’t at his house that early morning. Through the fire and hell, the brunette never once saw the main exit from his house. Her mind never lingered on it too much. Her own body was reliant towards making sure Corvo was safe. He was the only immediate thought. He was the only person in her sight. They made it out safety to his beat up truck. The fleeting flames of the city was soon out of sight. Now, they were here. The canopy of church walls that mocked her entire being. Not religious. Not looking for any sort of forgiveness. And yet, God granted her some odd wish in bringing Dexter to her. It was strange how life worked like that.

He’d been running towards safety, or what figment of it he could find for the three of them. Never did he believe that with this scramble for safety would he find the other group, find the other people that meant so much to him. Dexter was scanning the other survivors, gaze almost glazed over as he didn’t find the faces that he wanted to truly see. That was when he spotted the brunette head bobbing amongst the others and hope filled his chest, although it was not Lyra it was a woman he longed to know if she was safe. Charlotte. One of his oldest friends from the city, one of the first to actually greet him and make him feel welcome, a kindred spirit and someone he had protected with his life. She was safe and it wasn’t until she all but fell against him that Dexter realized it wasn’t some hallucination.

Words weren’t really needed, but he wanted to speak them anyways, to express how worried he had been--- how lost and troubled his nights were just thinking of her safety and well being. Dexter couldn’t lose a single one of them, it would break him far too much. This world had taken much from them, all of them, but Dexter was done letting it take things from him. “Hey---” His voice was soft, emotional even as he pressed himself closer to her, his arms folding around her and more than lifting the weight she offered from the ground. Dex could have picked her up, he was actually on the border of doing it, but instead he opted for an exhale of relief and gentle nuzzle of her head with his chin. “It’s okay now--” It was meant to be comforting, knowing Charlotte the way he did, Dexter assumed she had taken on more than she could handle, she did what was necessary-- just like he had. But it was okay now, he was there, he was there to protect her once again like he had on all their trips out into the Red District for the infected. Dexter was her centurion and she was his God given solace.