It didn't take long for the disease to spread, maybe even less time than it did with the 100. The 250 men and women on board had not left the ship in years and although they had not aged due to their hypersleep, they were weakened by it. It wasn't long until blood starting coming out of everybody's eyes. Unlike with the 100, it didn't seem like anybody was immune and people stated dropping like flies.
Emori knew what was happening, as did Echo, immediately. They looked at each other and nodded. ON the premise of helping in the medical bay, they were dragging people in and leaving them to be "cared for" by am overwhelmed Harper who could barely give people water. Sykes was unfortunately smart enough to prop himself up on his side so he would drown in his own vomit. Emori looked disappointed. But while dragging in another, she saw he was a guard and that he had the guards key card. She grabbed it easily and smoothly while leaning him up against the wall. She spotted another guard across the room, and ran over to move him onto his side, lecturing him not to drown in his own vomit. She smoothly took his card as well. Heading back to the entrance with Echo, she announced she would be "going to help the others on Deck 2" and handed Echo a card. In the chaos, nobody heard her. Echo nodded in her direction and announced she would go to Deck 4. Again, nobody cared. There was a stack of 12 dead bodies already in the corner, and that was causing massive panic among the sick.
They left with their respective, unspoken tasks. To release the prisoners, and escape.