#viesanders

Gaze lifting to him as James led him into the space in the basement, from which the furniture had long since been removed for Ember's little project, leaving the click of the lock turning over from outside to echo off the walls, Sada was silent. Like the rest of the building that slept above their heads.

Dressed rather casually, for her, a simple black t-shirt and a pair of slacks, though she hadn't neglected her signature stiletto heels. This pair black with a golden metal heel that ended in a tip almost ice pick sharp. Hair pinned up and out of her face, make up as pristine as ever, it was the distinct lack of jewelry that was the most unusual part of her look. None, but the diamond encrusted brass knuckles that sat nestled in one fist.

"You've been a bad boy, Eric."

Aggie had watched the day before, peeking around the corner from the stairwell door, she'd watched as Ruth had gone into Eric's. She'd seen her face when she'd come back out. Worry had twisted her chest into a mess of knots, and there was no way she couldn't go and check on him.

After a night spent in the Hospital suite, she'd listened at the door in the morning until the assigned guard started down to unlock all the third floor doors. The moment she heard the elevator doors close, she was off like a shot, scurrying along the walls to the stairwell door and down to the third floor. By the time the elevator dinged open, she was peeking through the window to watch.

Ducking out of the way as he'd headed back to the elevator, Aggie waited for a beat to be sure he was gone before she'd finally crept out into the hallway. Offering smiles and waves to those who came out of their apartments for breakfast, she made her way to Eric's door and let herself in with a soft knock on it as she did.

From X

"Yes! Yes! One thousand percent yes! Oh my God! Is Aggie pregnant? Is that what you're hinting at? Please tell me yes."

"Zach! Aggie might be pregnant! We might be an aunt and uncle! Where is your brother? We have to find out for sure!"

april 8th

There were only a few people Via actually cared about getting infected in this building. That didn't mean the others weren't nice or good people, they just weren't important to her. Of course, when the infected event broke out, no one truly mattered enough for her to stay at the Wexley. Hannah and Aggie were out for the day and if Sher was still in the building? Via knew her neighbor was tough enough to handle herself. Grabbing her packed bag, she jumped out onto the fire escape and didn't look back.

Chaos wasn't new to Via. She heard panicked screams and a gunshot as the elevator ticked down to the second floor. Via reached down automatically for her gun, but she didn't carry it much now she was at the Wexley in innocent ballerina mode.

She'd been immersed in people screaming, dying or crying enough that it was merely static around her when the golden doors opened. One tactical sweep of from the doors of The W across the atrium to the diner's swinging doors told her enough of what she needed to know.

A flash of strawberry hair caught her attention as Via stepped off the elevator, clicking into survival mode. Aggie. From here she could see the nasty bite on Aggie's cheek; Eric must be fighting the chomper that bit her.

"She's delayed!" Via shouted to Ziggy as he ran to his sister as though he wouldn't know his own sister's diagnosis. Via memorized the charts while her blood was being taken for testing that first day.

Grabbing a lamp from the nearest side table, Via ripped the cord from the wall. She couldn't get close to Bob -- she was delayed too -- but she could help. Via ran forward and stopped ten feet away. She rolled the heavy metal lamp across the floor to Eric. "You have to smash its brains in or it won't be fully neutralized."

It was like a nightmare, and at first all Aggie could do was blink, trying to force away the unreal in favor for the real, a task that had gotten easier and easier with each passing day. But now, the image wasn't disappearing as she blinked, and other people were reacting to it as well. Finding herself face to face with the nice man who made silly faces at her to make her laugh every time he passed her bench was now running at her with a furious pace.

Back away on the bench as his speed caught her off guard, all but crawling backwards into Eric's lap to escape the man who came crashing hard into the pair of them, knocking all three to the floor in a tangling, snarling and screaming knot of limbs. The tone of her blood curdling screams turned from fear to pain as teeth latched down incredibly hard onto her cheek, taking purchase on one of the few point of skin that wasn't covered in her now usual layers. It was a wonder that an entire chunk wasn't pulled away as Eric's hands seemed to come from nowhere to pry Bob's face away from her own. There was nowhere to go once she was free, watching Eric struggle with the formerly kind man, and it left her with no option but to back herself into the old atrium fireplace across from her bench, curling up inside and pressed into a corner.

X

"Fuck Zach and marry Eric because at least it would be like two Zachs. Sorry Ember."

X

"I'm pretty I know more than a few distinguishing characteristics to tell the difference. I mean their wardrobe alone is a dead giveaway."