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Fantasy Apocalyptic (Always Accepting)

Ashe


Ashe tried laying Jesse down, laying his head on her lap. "Don't speak," she muttered softly, "it'll be fine... It has to be." She swallowed, looking at Harley who was just as broken down as she was. Ashe ignored Jenna, while she let her hand slide through Jesse's hair.
 
JENNA


She got herself to get over it and looked over his way once more and noticed something rather odd. By now he should have gotten the fever and was in the midst of his turning but he wasn't he still looked quite healthy in a way that fever wise no symptoms yet "Wait... he is not turning... by now he should have gotten a fever" she ran down by his side and placed a hand on his forehead ... nothing "Nothing.... No fever... not a trace"
 
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JESSE


"Immune... But I can still.. Bleed out..." Jesse breathed, smirking slightly. "That syringe the guy shot me with... Immunity." He continued, talking to Ashe.
 
Ashe


Ashe nodded, a big weight fell off her shoulders. He was immune, he couldn't die. Not because of the bite. Yet a bite in the neck wasn't a good idea. "We gotta do something," she told Harley and Jenna, "we need to close the wound." He looked at his face again, brushing the hair off of his forehead.


(Meeeeeeh, I gotta go :'( I guess I will see you guys in the morning! Student life is beginning again so I will try to be as active as possible)
 
Stepping back the girl watched as they panicked over him. He was highly likely that he would bleed to death if they didn't stop.

 
JESSE


"You almost sound worried for my health." Jesse rasped, feeling blood leave his neck faster as he spoke. Harley knelt beside him, working furiously to stop the blood. "Fucking zombitches."
 
JENNA


Ashe was already pressing with a piece of cloth on his wound and stitches and needle "Keep holding it in place Ashe" she ran off to get the last of their gauzes and bandages. However they so needed more medical supplies. She made her way down again and time she placed the clean gauzes and it replaced the dark blooded cloth to which can aborb efficiently. "No it ain't deep enough, it's more like a tear through that which needed closing stat" she threaded the stitch through the needle and hesitantly and trying her best not to tremble she tried the situation with more gentleness as she could and trying not to thread Harley's fingers at the same time. She done this once and yet she can do it again.
 
JESSE


Jesse reached up and clumsily patted Jenna's arm. "You're fine." He mumbled, passing out from blood loss before he could continue.
 
JENNA


She felt his arm pat quite with encouragement as she nodded, she stifled her tears from panic to which she slowly starting and as she achieved more than half way she addressed Harley "Do you have a blood bag on you by any chance? or in your pack? or know how to make a transfusion??" she said as continued threading through the bite and closing it. However she was still struck of the fact he was immune.
 
HARLEY


"Of course I know how to make a transfusion, but I don't exactly carry around blood bags. What do I look like, a vampire?" Harley sighed. "He'll have to tough it out, he'll be fine, he's survived countless gunshots. Check this out." She noted, pulling his shirt up. Jesse's torso was pockmarked with scars, circular and otherwise. "Some are cigarette burns. He's had a rough life, nobody really asks him about it. He needs to talk about it." Harley sighed, shaking her head and fixing his shirt.
 
JENNA


She winced out as she saw the marks and closed her eyes however she proceeded with the stitching and once she proceeded to finish she lowered her lips near his neck and bit the edge and secured it tightly so now the wound was stitched "I suppose he will talk to the right person about them at the right time" she said with a weak smile, having to repeat the same procedure over again wasn't quite healthy "There is a hospital down from where we passed I saw before I got trapped in the store. They might have what we need and I am O+"
 
HARLEY


"Jesse is O-. And I think you should ask him about it." Harley grunted, standing up. "He's told me a little, about when he was in the Army and about Aimee. That's it." Harley shrugged, staring at Jesse's comatose figure.
 
JENNA


She looked down at the almost passed out figure below her and sighed, "So, what do you say hmm?? Up for a transfusion to get you ass back in gear?" she said out trying to loosen up some edge. She in took Harley's information however, she wasn't simply going to bring it up of course but when the time is right. Right now she was more focused on getting him in good shape. "You saved my hind... now let me save yours" she said with a grin.
 
HARLEY


"I have a better idea." Harley interrupted. "I'll get the blood, you stay here and defend Jesse. There will be a lot of undead in the hospital, you don't like killing them." She muttered, pulling out her machete and smiling wickedly. "I on the other hand, love to." She smirked.
 
JENNA


"You could but I know you are all pro but you sure about going all alone?" she frowned at the girl "Please be quick however or else help me get him into the shed for extra safety"
 
HARLEY


"I'm going to be fine, be back in an hour. Bye!" She chirped, dashing away.


JESSE


Jesse's eyes fluttered open weakly, and the first thing he saw was Jenna. "Hi there." He coughed softly.
 
She knelt beside him and smiled down "Hey there, you gonna let me save your ass this time right?" she said as she dabbed his wound lightly and dressing his stitched bite.
 
JESSE


"Yes, ma'am. I'll be a good patient. Just for you." Jesse managed, smirking. His neck was on fire, but he said nothing.


HARLEY


"Have you heard of Doctor-Patient Confidentiality?" Harley asked the undead Doctor pleasantly. "Keep this quiet for me." She continued, slicing his head in half. "Nice coat." She muttered, pulling it from the corpse and shrugging it on. "Blood bags, blood bags, where are the blood bags?" She asked softly. "In here?" She walked into a room full of zombies. "Nope!" She chirped, walking out and slamming the door.
 
JENNA


She smirked as involuntarily her hand went to his and grasped it slowly for comfort. "That's what I want to hear now" She kept flipping her hair off gently with her other hand to expose her face a little as with sweat it stuck to her face. "How does it feel? To be bit?" she was quite the curious person. "How were you immune to it? It means there is a cure to it."
 
JESSE


"Guy ran into me once. He was dying, kept muttering about a cure. He had a syringe full of blood, he shot it in my arm before I could stop him. Week later, I got bit and didn't turn." He shrugged, lifting up his shirt and showing a crescent scar on his side.
 
JENNA


Her gaze fell down towards the scar as her finger slowly ran across the slightly white scar very gently, she was intrigued however "Supposedly this stranger saved you through this apocalypse no? Otherwise.. you wouldn't be here right now" Her eyes trailed along his scarred abdomen, who knew how many scars he was hiding under a simple fabric.
 
JESSE


"Yea, he did. He was going to use it on himself, but he wouldn't have made it." Jesse stretched, accidentally revealing one of the cigarette burn scars.


HARLEY


"O-, O-, where are you? Ah, hello beautiful." Harley muttered, stuffing a few bags of blood into her backpack. She heard shuffling behind her and whipped around. "Oh, even better!" She squealed when she saw a group of zombies approaching. In an instantly, she was slashing.
 
JENNA


As her hand was trailing down along the bite mark, her eyes caught a glimpse of the burns which she noticed then as being cigarette burns. "How did you get these? If I may ask that is.. I am quite intrigued how much you hide under this shirt." she bluntly stated.
 
JESSE


Jesse smirked at the question, and took off his shirt with a grunt of pain. His entire torso was a blend of white scar tissue and tanned skin. "Quite a bit. My father decided that the best ashtray was my chest." He shrugged.
 
JENNA


As he did she helped him out of it and placed it by their side. At the glimpse of the collection of scarred skin she winced out and bit her lower lip. "That's just vial... Haven't you ever stood up for yourself? Were you still young?"
 

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