Decontamination

                                    

                                          
THE NEXT MORNING Skye woke up feeling amazing. Actually getting in a good night's sleep was a nice, not to mention refreshing, change. When she got to the dining room she grabbed a glass of orange juice and a plate with some bacon before sitting at the same side table she had the night before. Propping her legs up on a chair, she sat back and picked at the bacon.

                          
	"Eggs! Powdered, but I do 'em good," T-Dog played, walking over to the table with a frying pan in hand. Glenn let out a pained groan, a byproduct of the previous nights binging. "Betcha can't tell," T-Dog went on about his eggs. "How about you, girl? Want some?"
                          
	Skye shook her head politely.  "Never was an egg person."
                          
	"Protein helps the hangover," he said while scooping some onto Glenn's plate, who was still moaning and groaning with his head in his hands. 
                          
	Holding up a pill bottle Rick questioned, "Where'd all this come from?"
                          
	"Jenner," Lori explained. 
                          
	"Could you help me with this, please?" Rick handed the bottle over to her.
                          
	"He thought we might need it." With a glance over at Glenn she added, "Some of us at least."
                          
	"Don't ever, ever, ever let me drink again," Glenn moaned.
                          
	Skye returned her attention to her bacon as Shane walked in. "Hey," he greeted the others at the table.
                          
	"Hey." Rick threw the pill into his mouth followed by some orange juice. Daryl walked in, heading straight for the bacon.
                          
	"You feel as bad as I do?" Rick directed at Shane.
                          
	"Worse."
                          
	Skye made sure to keep her eyes on her plate, but Daryl was glaring daggers at Shane. Once he filled his plate, he went to sit at the table next to Skye's. 
                          
	"What the hell happened to you?" T-Dog walked alongside Shane to the table. Skye's head jerked up and looked to Shane. Not getting a response, T-Dog asked again. "Your neck?"
                          
	Skye could see three long, red scratches trailing down the side of his neck. Did she do that?
                          
	"Must've done it in my sleep," Shane responded, trying to blow it off. 
                          
	"Never seen you do that before," Rick pointed out. 
                          
	"Me neither. Not like me at all." Shane's eyes found Lori's and then darted over to Skye, who looked away feeling uncomfortable. Instead, she looked to Daryl, who was staring at Shane with narrowed eyes. 
                          
	"Good morning," Jenner said, entering the room with a coffee cup in hand. Everyone greeted him.
                          
	"Doctor, I don't mean to slam you with questions first thing, but-" Dale started. 
                          
	"But you will anyway," Jenner said, irritated. 
                          
	"We didn't come here for the eggs," Andrea jumped in. 
                          
	Jenner stopped what he was doing and turned to face the group. "What is it you want to know?"
                          
	"Let's start with what this thing is?" Rick offered. 
                          
	"It'd be easier to show you," Jenner stated before grabbing his cup and heading to the Big Room. Dropping their forks, the group got up and followed him. Setting his cup down on the desk, Jenner began typing and said, "Give me playback of TS-19."
                          
	"Beginning playback of TS-19," the robotic voice rang out and the screen in front of them lit up. Neon blue lines traced themselves along the outside and suddenly filled with images of the brain. Skye stood in awe as the bright blues that made up the inner workings of the brain danced across the screen.