Ben Dascomb
Once he was done packing some more food into his room, he checked his medical supplies. As he'd expected, the situation was exactly the same as it had been with his food and water. He had enough for maybe a week, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
He clipped a rebreather to his side in case he came across any infected, and then made his way down to the hospital dock. A number of the other Uppers were already there, and Ben swore quietly to himself. Getting adequate supplies could be difficult now. One of the other Uppers, Narcis Hadad, turned to him with a sneer. "Dascomb. About time you dragged yourself out of that hole you've got upstairs. Here to scab some more meds?"
Ben frowned, not particularly wanting a conversation, especially not with Narcis. He pushed past him, trying to get through to the store room. Narcis caught him by the arm, "Uh, not so fast, Dascomb. You get the meds when we're done here. You're going to help us load this platinum."
Ben gritted his teeth, the last thing he needed was being stuck outside the safe zone. The hospital was the most likely place to be contaminated. But he needed the supplies, "Fine. How long should this take?"
"No more than a couple of hours. Get to work."
