The Lucky Couple's Club

You head out into the street where you find the rest of your group waiting, there are two pairs of people, one of which appears to be husband and wife, at least they're wearing wedding rings, and she's got a modified wedding dress on while he's sporting suit, and the other of which are only nominally paying attention, being busy necking. Like Diane, both of the other women are sporting noticeable 'baby bumps'. Guess you now know why the six of you decided to stay when the others left...

"Attention everyone! As you all know Diane here is in charge of our group, and she's agreed to share some of that responsibility with me on account of, well, I'm not exactly sure, I don't exactly have the best track record when it comes to that stuff, but I'm going to be helping bring in our food supplies and that means I need to know a lot more details about our current situation. For reasons I can't possibly fathom I can't even bring to mind any of your names in spite of having known you all for most of a year, so please remind me who you are and then let's discuss what our situation is like in the area surrounding the fort."

The slightly older and definitely more serious couple (the ones with the rings and the formal-wear) are first to respond.

"It's actually unsurprising you don't know our names Mr. Family, though it's odd that you think you've known us for a year, are you sure you're alright? Anyway, we only arrived at the compound two weeks before Doctor Borichyenko's **** and had been married less than six months before that, thus why we're back in our wedding clothes today, six month anniversary you know... I'm Mr. Thomass O'Sullivan and this is my beloved wife Mrs. Jade O'Sullivan" The serious man with a thick but neatly trimmed red beard and a Stetson hat says holding his wife's hand. Jade, if you had to guess, is a third or fourth generation Japanese-American, and looks at her husband like a proud young bankers wife, but there is something hidden behind the eyes, an inner core of fire and steel...

The other two finally look up. "Uh, hey chieftess'-husband I'm 'Sharks-Teeth-Edged-Blade', and this is my boy-toy Jamal Jefferson. Jamal here can't fight for shit, but he's damned good in the sack and he's a resister so maybe our kids will be immune too, ya know? I'll give him this though, he's pretty talented at anything that involves book-learning, if Doctor Borechyenco had taken him more seriously he might have found that 'Apprentice' he was looking for..." The woman of the necking pair, (who looks like a heavily tattooed and muscular pacific-islander dressed only in a Sports Bra and knee-length skirt, even during mid-April in Washington State,) says, while putting her 'boy-toy', (a light-skinned African-American male with dreadlocks of about 19 years and very limited muscle definition, wearing a tattered black T-shirt with a flaking gold sunburst on it, ripped blue jeans, and worn-down combat boots,) in a one-armed **** hold so he can't interrupt. When she finishes she lets him go and says "Anything to add sweety?" while he gasps for air.

Surprisingly he does have something to add: "Doctor Borichyenko may not have believed I could carry on his work, but I DO: with your permission Chieftess I will begin attempting to decipher his notes and pick up where he left off."

"Belay that!" Diane exclaims. "We want to start that project, certainly, but not right away, we need multiple active laboratories before we begin that sort of research," Diane explains.

"Besides sweety, Doctor Borichyenko was not only an M.D. but a Ph.D. in both organic chemistry and biological science, somehow I don't think your quite at that level yet..." 'Sharks-Teeth-Edged-Blade' says, her tone surprisingly not mocking, but almost, encouraging? It's like she is saying that it is only a matter of time before Jamal reaches that point if he just applies himself, a complete reversal from her casually abusive actions of a few moments ago...
(Unless Jamal is just a hardcore submissive? He gets off on being publically 'abused' and 'humilliated' by his lover? Some people are like that...)

"Alright then, now, we've scouted the immediate area around the walls, yes? What does our situation look like there?" You ask...