[One might think that Carlisle wouldn't be interested in rescuing anyone from the undead. He's a quiet man, one who lives at the barn alone and outwardly seems to prefer his solitude. Despite the relative darkness and the creatures roaming Anchor with it, the animals in his care have remained safer than most, as any undead crossing into the fields to get at the herds — aside from Carlisle himself — have quickly found themselves gored by the Thing in the Fields. The abomination's unnatural, brute strength is more than enough to tear apart any would-be intruders, and its protective nature dictates it keep a close watch on the cattle and the reindire. Carlisle himself doesn't need to battle the zombies plaguing Anchor when he has all the protection he needs.
However, those who know Carlisle best (or have talked to him for approximately five minutes) know of his distaste for the undead. Even so, actively dispatching them because it's his oath-sworn duty is a far cry from tearing out of the Agricultural Zone at a furious pace, running for the ramp as fast as his legs can carry him in a frantic race for the labs.
And that's exactly what he's doing when he answers Poison's call. His footsteps thunder loudly on the floor as he makes it to the R&D, finding the first lab he reaches to be empty.]
Where? [His voice sounds desperate even in his own ears; his can feel the agitation in his energies, but cannot bring himself to calm down.] Where are you?!
[labs, during]
However, those who know Carlisle best (or have talked to him for approximately five minutes) know of his distaste for the undead. Even so, actively dispatching them because it's his oath-sworn duty is a far cry from tearing out of the Agricultural Zone at a furious pace, running for the ramp as fast as his legs can carry him in a frantic race for the labs.
And that's exactly what he's doing when he answers Poison's call. His footsteps thunder loudly on the floor as he makes it to the R&D, finding the first lab he reaches to be empty.]
Where? [His voice sounds desperate even in his own ears; his can feel the agitation in his energies, but cannot bring himself to calm down.] Where are you?!