[ Two more gone, just like that, and another infected, many more injured heavily. Getting to and crossing the bridge, surviving is truly more than enough for one day, one week, really, but this is when Shoko's work truly begins.

And as such, there's no rest for one of the remaining medics here. Rather than take a break with the rest, she is of course making the rounds to check on anyone who needs healing, or help with their injuries. ]

Hey. Time for your check-up.

[ Otherwise, she's searching the boats in hopes that at least one of them might have more supplies - another first aid kit, perhaps, but it's just as likely that she simply needs to busy herself by doing something, anything, that isn't looking back over a vista where the Golden Gate Bridge used to be. Even if it's reading something as boring as a manual for a boat.

They've come so far, and they're so very close now to completing their mission, but it's exactly now that they shouldn't let their guards down, isn't it? ]

[ Then, come nightfall, the group might find Shoko stepping away from camp frequently, smoking cigarette after cigarette to keep herself awake. Because if she sleeps now... she doesn't know if she wants to know what nightmares will greet her. She would rather smoke and stargaze, which is exactly what she would be doing if someone follows her.

Other times, she's standing at the shore pensively, before she suddenly starts taking her shoes off and then steps into the water just enough to soak her feet, sucking in a sharp breath. ]

Geh, it's cold!

[ ...But it feels nice. Refreshing, even, after a day spent running and running and running... unless some zombie piranhas come chomping at her ankles or something. But it serves well to jolt her back into being awake and alert, even if what she might really need now is to sleep. ]