Since before even the sun had risen and before the intercom had howled - Friedrich had been entrenched in his daily paperwork in one of the rear offices of the town hall, filling out reports from the day before, writing up minor requisition forms for central command and writing up the next rota for the various duties that needed to be attended to by his men. It seemed like no matter how hard he worked, he never could get the back of the paperwork. He hated it, with every fiber of his being but it was one of those things that just had to be done. When the tannoy cried out for people to make way to the hall, he knew his work would get that bit more difficult - the hustle and bustle of the scanning process ringing through the wall and distracting him to no end.
Though little did he know how great the distraction would be, screams about someone being infected, the thumping of people running around - a man even screaming for people to get the fuck back, “By God I need a new spot for this shit..” He muttered silently to himself, gradually arising from his seated position, throwing his plate-carrier over his head before grabbing his rifle and helmet, neatly planting it atop his head and adjusting the chin-strap before marching out into the main hall - which was certainly crowded with the vast majority of the QZ’s population having gathered for their regular scanning. A light sigh escaped his lips as he adjusted his fatigues - attempting to gain some semblance of comfort in his clothing.
With a reasonable pace, he approached the scanning desks - not uttering a word, he simply loomed over the troops, eyes scanning those in the room - noting a few familiar faces from past scannings with a slight nod of approval. His rifle now slung over his shoulder, his hands tapping softly on the strap repeatedly, ”I presume you have the situation under control, Sergeant?” He questioned suspiciously, not actually looking at anyone in particular - he just presumed from past inspections that there'd be some form of sergeant on duty, no doubt in a supervisory role - clearly referring to the earlier yelling. Before glancing towards the new fuss - the mob around the panicked figure, furrowing his brow slightly, ”Or perhaps not.”
He couldn’t help but wonder about this place sometimes - how so many odd and bizarre things could happen, and yet - somehow, they got by. People were on edge, their now innate paranoia of all things disease ridden often making his life.. Difficult, to say the least. False flags were in abundance and people couldn’t help but accuse every Tom, Dick and Harry of having some kind of infection. But alas, he had little choice but to maintain his composure and take each day as it came.