Home makeover: Area 42 (original) (raw)

WHO: Kirk and half the freakin' base.
WHERE: The church, for starters.
WHAT: Getting shit in order again.

God damn it felt good to be giving some orders again.

Standing tall on a convenient chunk of masonry in front of the church, Kirk directed the cleanup with zeal. The sun was shining, the ground was dry, and it was as nice a day for post-zombie repairs as could be imagined. "All right people, we've got to make this base habitable again!"

"To start with, we're getting rid of all these bodies; now, no one's come forward to claim them for burial and we can't leave them out much longer, so I'm afraid we'll have to burn them. Marvin has calculated the necessary dimensions for a pyre-" Reluctantly and warning of half a dozen varieties of doom, but Kirk chose not to mention that- "copies of the plans are available for consultation.

"Now, we need to build the pyre so that they burn quickly and the fire stays contained. There's plenty of rubble for construction, and there... shouldn't be much wind today, so the ashes won't drift all over the base. Unless you have a specific job, you're automatically on pyre duty."

"Doctor Possible, Doctor Tam, the two of you will be in charge of sanitation! I want you to make sure everyone working with the bodies has gloves and a mask... or at least some form of protection. Keep an eye out for any signs of contagious disease!"

"Mr. Skywalker and... Ms. Go will be in charge of the children and Digimon. It's Father Anderson's church, so if you have any questions about the place come to him. Other issues can be taken up with me or Admiral Piett."

"Commander Antilles, if your people are willing, I'd like you and your pilots to take care of the morgue; be very careful, Doctor Pierce has warned that it may still be dangerous."

Kirk took a deep breath, then turned to Eddie Dean, who was standing beside him, smiling thinly. The man had been injured during the fight with the zombies, although as he put it, "You should have seen the other two dozen guys, sai Kirk." At any rate, with a bandage around his midsection the gunslinger was in no shape for manual labour, which let him with the most important job of all.

"Mr. Dean, do you... think you can put together a working lunch for us? I imagine most of us will have little appetite but still..."

Eddie grinned. "Kai-mai delivery service, that's me, always aiming to please. I know a place downstairs that makes the best chicken."

He trotted off, leaving Kirk to his tasks. The Captain smiled, and got to work.