Post by supernaturallover on Oct 18, 2012 15:03:55 GMT -5
Mike trudged into his office as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders. In a way it was. He had just come from the morgue, where numerous bodies had been tagged, identified, and discussed. A lot of those bodies had been Supernatural and though he was only a human, he could imagine the pain different people were going through. Maybe not exactly what they were going through, but he had lost loved ones and it had hurt.
With a sigh, he went to his desk, sat in his chair, booted up his computer, and waited. Once the machine was on, he went into his Supernatural database and went through the names, marking who was deceased or injured. Man, this is unreal. I can't believe what just happened tonight, he thought to himself. It had been hell out there and he personally wouldn't blame anyone---human or otherwise---if they decided to stay in. However, he knew that looting and rioting were sure to follow soon and he wanted to get as much done as he could before everything else hit the fan.
Sometime later, he leaned back and stretched, trying to work the kinks out of his body. His eyes clouded with worry. He hadn't seen Daryl all night, not even in the big fight, which he had tried to stay clear of for the most part, but had had to fight a bit. I hope he and his pack made it out okay, he thought to himself.
With a sigh, he went to his desk, sat in his chair, booted up his computer, and waited. Once the machine was on, he went into his Supernatural database and went through the names, marking who was deceased or injured. Man, this is unreal. I can't believe what just happened tonight, he thought to himself. It had been hell out there and he personally wouldn't blame anyone---human or otherwise---if they decided to stay in. However, he knew that looting and rioting were sure to follow soon and he wanted to get as much done as he could before everything else hit the fan.
Sometime later, he leaned back and stretched, trying to work the kinks out of his body. His eyes clouded with worry. He hadn't seen Daryl all night, not even in the big fight, which he had tried to stay clear of for the most part, but had had to fight a bit. I hope he and his pack made it out okay, he thought to himself.