Futuristic BioGenesis Safe House: Surviving the Post-Apocalypse.

[SliverOfHope]

Mel gave the new guy a brief glance, secretly pleased to hear that he was titled as a Doctor. Was he an actual professional in medical information? Maybe he was a former scientist? Either way, the brunette was pretty happy to have someone useful inside such a rag-tab group and wondered what the extent of his research was.


Although, before she had any time to actual interrogate the guy, a loud explosion was sounded off in the distance. Instantly her mind went to Takai and Jaden, both of which were still roaming among the streets haphazardly. Man, nothing could ever go smoothly when in an apocalyptic world, could it? Mel was getting ready to launch into action and had even walked a fair distance in the direction of the sound but was held off by Chana, the girl saying that Mel's stitches were too new for her to do anything.


Since her respect for the older female was already pretty great, the brunette reluctantly sat back and watched as both Chana and Colton ran to go and inspect the area of the explosion. Although her sitting idly by didn't last all that long as gun shots rang out in the distance, the noise being repeated more than she'd have liked. She hesitated for all of a split second before getting up and whipping out her knife, jean clad legs carrying her closer and closer to the source of ruckus.


Turning one last corner Mel could very clearly hear the sounds of numerous groans and screeches that pierced the air and shattered some of her calm composure. After that corner was overcome, Mel saw the inhuman creatures swarming the entire place and began panicking a little bit as they started noticing her, the other survivalists not being able to be seen over such a crowd.


She was quit surprised that the infected she was faced with were so far out from the building that had gotten exploded but, after a few seconds, guessed that they were only just now coming up to take part in the scene. That explosion had been very loud so Mel wasn't really all that surprised that this large group of Compromised, which had probably been quite far away, had heard it.


Sh*t! Couldn't you have gone with a different approach? She berated herself, cursing the situation inside of her head. As the girl's thoughts ran rampant inside of her mind Mel took in a deep breath and held it for as long as she dared before releasing it. She did her best to push any unnecessary comments to the back of her head and focused on the task at hand, deftly dodging the claws of an infected woman.


Mel seemed to be doing well fighting off any unwanted foes, even having a bit of fun with the task after some time. Although having no one there to watch her back made being sneaked up on pretty easy. Since she was so caught up in the action going on all around her she didn't notice hands directly behind her body before it was too late, the brunette only having enough time to let out a scream before the sound was being muffled.

(So... since we're talking about looters... I figured I may as well actually introduce them

xD Yay for more drama!)
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[Saturnity]

Takai flashed a grin at the doctor he'd just met.


"Hey, Doc... got any cures for annoying broads?"


He chuckled, not necessarily at his sardonic humor, but at the fact that he was feeling more alive than ever. It surprised him, since he was supposed to be infected and all. Occasionally he'd find himself checking his skin for the trademark yellow blemishes of a stage-one, but had yet to spot any.


Seriously, what's taking so long? This sh*t isn't going to be long and painful is it?


Takai felt a heavy weight slam into his back, as one of the Compromised Chana had sliced open barreled into him.


"Oof! What a lovely relationship! We've already learned to share."


Pivoting in place, the man leaned over and wrapped his arms around the midsection of the infected, then squared his stance. Lifting the body into the air, Takai allowed gravity to flip the monster upside down, and smash it headfirst into the ground. He was satisfied to hear a resounding pop.


"I'd almost forgotten how good a nice body slam feels... when you're the one giving it."





Takai saw that Jaden had woken up, and began chucking molotov's into the swarms, until there were only a few more Compromised left, so, sheathing his machete, he drew up his fists. It had been a while since he'd killed anything with his bare hands, and while the infected humans weren't the smartest opponents, they made good punching bags. One of the Compromised rushed him with arms outstretched, but he ducked deftly beneath them, driving his left fist into its decaying throat. Rotating once more, Takai hopped lightly off his left foot while curling his right arm beneath its jaw. As he landed, he jerked his torso in the opposite direction, the body he'd clasped bridging over his lowered body in a grotesque twist, only to strike the ground in a hardened thud. As it connected with the earth, Takai felt the twitch of its spine cracking from the tension of his throw.


Wiping his hands, the young asian man stood and adjusted his coat, wiping the dribble and blood from his sleeves.


"You guys done yet?"


Without warning, he heard a brief scream from the opposite direction.


"What the hell now!?"

 

[Ashmorne]

"Oh, I'm sorry. I was busy trying to kill Compromised," Chana called to Colton nonchalantly. "Anyway, you were supposed to catch it!"


She whipped her head around, seeing Mel join the group, stitches and all. She felt her vision blurring a bit, the blood from her wound starting to dribble down her side. Damn those infected. This is a deep one. She touched her side, realizing there was flesh missing, skin hanging loosely. Damn it! Another one to match the first.


Her attention suddenly snapped back to attention when she heard Mel's scream. She turned, hand at her side to taper the blood flow, seeing a burly man clamp his hand over Mel's mouth. He was dragging her somewhere.


No. Not today. This was supposed to be a good day.


Chana grabbed her revolver, shooting the man in the leg. He came down, releasing Mel. But then she realized...there would probably be more.


Damnit, Chana. Just damnit. All of it.

 

[Mack Daddy]

Colton ran and dove over the counter as the bottles smashed and spread flames everywhere. The smell of burnt rotting flesh would stay here for weeks if not months. After he heard the last on land he got out from behind the bar. "Catch a flying-spinning blade.." He muttered to himself, almost mocking her. But he continued on.





"You know Takai, I actually once studied a broad. But alas, no cure."


He spoke as he walked to pick off some of the few remaining fleshies. He drove the blade into the head, and did the same to some of the twitching burning bodies on the ground. They didn't even seem human to him anymore, but just like them he sometimes didn't feel human killing so many.


Colton finally turned and saw Jaden. So he is part two of the mission, damn better be worth it.


"Jaden, I'm Colton, I guess I'm new to the group."





Just as he was finishing the short gasping scream hit his ears and he turned to face where it came from. He pulled out the revolver, and watched the corner in case anything might come out.


"Anyone know whose scream that was?" He walked closer to the edge of the alleyway to see what was up.

 

[SliverOfHope]

Mel's eyes widen as she was thrown to the ground harshly, the man who had been dragging her now on the ground screaming aloud. Her head hit the pavement with a loud smack that left her completely disoriented and dazed. She shook her head but stopped the motion entirely as nausea slammed into her body like a truck, settling for getting herself into a sitting motion instead.


Mel watched with blurry vision as the man before her got up himself, teeth grit in pain and eyes narrowed in concentration. While it was obvious that he was in pain, the man had the structure of a body builder and undoubtedly had a very well established pain tolerance. It suited him just fine that he was so burly and large but for the other survivors wasn't as beneficial.


Or maybe the guy was just running off a heavy dose of adrenaline. I've heard some people can accomplish crazy things when having a decent sized rush flowing inside their system. Of course another explanation is that the bullet only nicked his leg instead of actually piercing the flesh.


"Oh goodie! The man has a crew too!" Mel mumbled weakly to herself has she watched a few other people run into the scene, weapons at the ready. They all looked shock by what seemed to be transpiring in that moment of time but very quickly got over it and began running to the location of Mr. Steroids-perhaps the leader?- and Mel, the latter of which was still a bit out of it. Maybe she'd hit her head just a bit too hard...


"You b****!" The man spat harshly, his eyes briefly casting a disgruntled look at his heavily bleeding leg before coming back to rest on the female who'd shot him. While Mel knew it was best Chana could have done while Mel was in the way, she wished the delivering blow had been a tad more lethal and deadly. Oh well, beggars can't be choosers.


The man's eyes addressed Chana steadily before sudden lighting up, a morbidly happy gleam taking place inside of those dark irises. He took one more long look at the dark-haired women before turning his gaze over toward Mel in delight, as if he had somehow forgotten that she was there.


"Well, well, well. Look who I've got here." He slowly began walking over to the brunette as if he was stalking a prey, the calm and amused tone of which he used both disturbing and unnerving. After he got close enough to his intended target he nonchalantly pulled out a fully loaded revolver, aiming it at Mel's head. "I'm assuming she's with you."


Well, at least we know they aren't against killing others to survive. Maybe staying back at the house would have been better. Mel thought wearily as she tried to steady her racing heart, eyes pleading with someone from her group to do something, anything. All she wanted was to get out of this sticky situation.


Dammit! If I could maybe get my hands on one of my pistols then I might be able to distract them enough to escape... Man, I need to find myself some type of pocket sized explosives soon. That'd be a sure-fire way to have them running for the hills.

 

[Hibes]

Jaden saw as the new guy came towards him, and he saw his mouth moving, so he supposed that he was talking to him. The headphones were still on his head, and thus his personality was not so friendly. Jaden pointed at his headphones meaning he can't hear a single thing. Jaden noticed that everyone was looking somewhere else, and after following their sights, he noticed the girl before, and a man holding a revolver to her head. "Guys be ready for the second round... Sign me when you are ready to rumble." mumbled Jaden to Takai, and the newcomer.


Jaden headed towards the looter, and put his hands up. He was moving his arms little by little so that it wouldn't be that statik. He knew that it is harder to notice unusual movement, when something is not being still, but moving a little. "Hey!" Named the looter so that he would point his revolver. As the other looters came, one of them pointed his gun at Mel, and one pointed his at Chana so that the muscleman could look at Jaden. He looked back at the others over his shoulder, and waited for the sign.


Every move was planned. After getting the sign, he would use his left hand and put it under the hilt of the gun. His right would be put on the top of the pistol's barrel. With pushing his left up, and pulling his tight down, he could get the pistol. He would shoot the muscleman into the head, kick his leg so he would drop to his knees, squat before him so that his body would take up all the bullets the others would shoot at Jaden. And shoot the ones who were pointing their gun at Mel, and Chana.

 

[Ashmorne]

Chana's mouth became a grim line as she saw the new man appraise her head to toe, greedy eyes unforgiving. It was too late for her to do anything, the man seeing her totally and completely, along with his greasy followers. Chana narrowed them as one of them came closer to her, the other one with a gun to Mel's head. She wondered for a moment.


If I could distract him enough, I could try and shoot the leader...then Mel and I can fight off the rest of them. He just has to lower his gun. Either way...we're both dead if nothing happens.


An oily man, tall and gangly, stalked over to where Chana was standing. She tried not to shudder as she felt his breath on the side of her face, nose crinkling at the smell of old whisky and cigarette smoke assaulting her senses.


"Ey boss. Got us two pretty ones here," he said, laughing grotesquely.


Chana shut her eyes, tasting bile in the back of her mouth. Disgusting. The main guy, over-muscled and in charge, already had a bullet in his leg. He was weakened. He had to be, especially his reaction time. She looked at Mel, making eye contact. Raising her eye brows, she jerked her eyes back to leader and down to the revolver in her own hand. She hoped Mel understood what she was about to do.


"Hey, you with the muscles. Don't you have better things to do than pick on girls?" Chana hissed.


The man looked at her slowly, a disgusting gleam in his eyes. "Oh yes, I have much better things to do than just pick on girls,"


"Oh wow, not only are you handsome, but you're charming too. Eh, Mel, looks like we're in good hands!" Chana spat the words out. "Just kill us already,"


Lower the gun. Just lower the gun.


The leader grinned toothily, his gun now pointed at Chana's face and his hand gripping Mel's arm tightly.


Perfect. I can work with that.


"Listen here, girlie. This is no time to be a hero. Someone. Take her gun," the glint in his eye made


Chana felt sick to her stomach.


She looked at Mel, and smiled weakly.


The man by Chana reached his hand for her gun. In a flash she lifted it, shooting the leader in the chest, ducking swiftly. The head man fell, clutching his shirt. But not before Chana felt pain completely engulf her arm and black in the edges of her vision.


She threw the gun in the air to Mel, and then tried to draw her knife. The revolver would be better in Mel's hands for now.


"Mel, come on. Let's wrap up this party and then roll out."


Spinning around to see where the others were, she saw Jaden crouching in the shadows. Her eyes widened as she clutched her arm.


"Damn it! Are you kidding me? If I'd waited, you would've acted," Chana wanted to grind her palm into her forehead. Stupid. So stupid. How could I be so stupid?


"What's done is done. Jaden, please take the lead. I'm sorry for 'playing hero'. Lesson learned,"

 

[Saturnity]

Takai, who'd just finished off his last Compromised, skirted the corner of the busted up bar to see a hefty man dragging Mel off to what he guessed where his buddies. Pulling back quickly, before they could see him, Takai retrieved the .44 magnum at his hip, and quickly maneuvered to the other side of the building, then crossed the road out of sight from the assumed looters. He had a feeling the group were also rapists, from the way they targeted the women. If there was anything Takai hated more than anything else, it was rapists. It wasn't for some noble reason that they stole the purity of women, or that they were predators that needed to be put down. No, he hated them for the simple fact that they were...


"...pussy a** cowards!" He shouted while flanking one of the goons from his right side. By this time, Chana had already shot and disabled the leader.


He flashed her a grin, but as he did so, Chana was buried underneath the big man's weight. Takai cackled maniacally as he rushed from the side ducking beneath the looter's arm and ramming his own pistol up under the man's jaw, pulling the trigger. A spray of blood spattered the ground around him as he gripped the dead man's collar, hoisting the corpse up and charging one of the others, while tucking away his revolver..


"You guys call yourself THUGS!?" he smiled, as the weight of him and the body smashed into the goon.


He laughed in his blood-rush.


"I live for this sh*t!"


Tossing aside the body, Takai smashed his forehead into the man's nose, resulting in a loud crack, while he twisted his enemy's gun-arm around to fire on the remaining looters.

 

[SliverOfHope]

Mel yelped slightly as her arm was captured by the man in front of her, the grip practically crushing her bones with the force being used. There would definitely be some bruising there to remind her of this encounter. As she smelt the alcohol on his breath and heard the foul words he was spewing out of his mouth, she closed her eyes for the briefest of seconds and counted down from ten.


As soon as she opened her eyes again she looked over at Chana, passing a glare to the man right beside her, and made eye contact, watching as the woman silently put forth a plan. At first she was a bit confused but soon enough her eyes gleaned with understanding and she gave the slightest of nods and a tiny wavering smile.


The plan went as smoothly as it could, with Takai joining into the mess, and as soon as the revolver was placed into the brunette's grip she reacted mainly on impulse and adrenaline herself. There were three, maybe four, people left standing after the leader and the man previously by Chana were taken down so, with expert accuracy, Mel aimed the revolver and shot the closest guy in the head, barley wasting any time she shot down the other guys in quick succession, blood and brain matter being sprayed about.


Once the ringing in her ears had died down to a more tolerable pitch and the wind only carried sounds of silence, Mel fell back against the brick wall she had previously been up against, the smoking revolver falling out from her loose grip. Now that all the drama had been taken care of and there were no more threats to be seen, Mel could feel all of the adrenaline seeping out from her body leaving the girl absolutely exhausted.


The main thing she felt though was a steady tendril of pain making her body practically hum. Her head hurt from the fall she took, a bit of blood matting the surrounding hair, and her arm was aching because of the tight grip the leader had used when handling her. At the mention of the leader Mel eyes darted over to where his fallen crew lay, most with bullet holes drilled inside their heads, the scene making her all the more overcome with nausea.


Oh god. I just killed three people. Three people! Each without any thought to what I was doing...

 

[Ashmorne]

Chana was breathing heavily. It was over. She gingerly lifted the sleeve of her shirt, seeing blood soaking her arm. Breathing out a sigh of relief, she realized that the bullet had only deeply grazed her arm. Loose skin hung open, revealing a deep gash, but as far as she could tell...there were no broken bones. She exhaled. A few stitches and I'll be good as new. Just another battle scar to match the new claw marks on my side. Next to my other scar. Ugh. I hate scars.


Turning, she saw Takai, and grinned at him.


"Looks like you're good for something after all," she said, her voice slightly weak but still sarcastic.


She focused her attention then on Mel, who was crouching by the people that she, Takai, and Chana had killed. Her face softened. Chana knew what it felt like to kill someone for the first time...someone who was a survivor, still human like them. She walked over to the girl, putting the hand on her good arm on Mel's shoulder.


" I know. They were survivors. But Mel.They were nothing like us You did what you had to do. You helped save us. These men...they would've done worse than kill us," Chana spoke in a soft tone, hoping to comfort Mel while quelling down her own old memories. Memories of the first time she herself had killed.

 

[Hibes]

Jaden rushed to the last enemy. Getting near to him, the looter started raising his gun so that he could shot Jaden. He wasn't fast enough, as Jaden could hit him in the throat. As he finished it off, he took off his headphone, and sat down next to a car.


His body was all worn down. The several injuries hurt like hell. He felt so exhausted... He laid back, and looked up the sky. I am so sleepy... He just stayed still. Damn it... I am hungry as hell... he thought. He was just laying there, in silence. He felt so tired he didn't even want to plan something.


This situation did not turn out that way as he planned, but it was still successful, so he had no objections. This way they could get some supplies from the deads... Loot the looters huh? asked himself How ironic... and by that he closed his eyes.

 

[NoobWriter]

Daisuke surprised by a huge explosion followed by gunfire. Could be someone is dealing with a compromise or looters. He paused for a moment to think about what to do, this could be a trap but if someone needs help he can not pretend not to hear anything and walked away. After a while he chose to check into it, at least just look from a safe distance so he does not get into trouble.


He ran into a place that was close enough, he climbs into a building that stands beside him. Above he opened his bag and took the binoculars from inside, he lowered his head and began to look through the binoculars, trying to scan the surrounding area and hope to find something. Less than five minutes since he began searching he found a group of people on the street, some of them seriously injured. Wait, they're the people from yesterday, and also two new face. It seems to be fine to approach them. He climb down and try to meet them

 

[SliverOfHope]

Mel looked up at Chana a bit dazed, trying to smile but knowing it turned into more of a grimace. She took one last glance a the men who lay dead at her feet before standing up fully again, turning around so she wouldn't have to look anymore.


"I've killed people before." The brunette murmured darkly as she picked up the revolver she had dropped on the ground. "But it was always with their... consent."


Not like it makes it any better. You murdered them... murdered people who you had gotten to know.





Mel did her best to push down the dark thoughts and images that were threatening to arise and instead focused on adding more bullets in the chamber of the gun, blinking back the water building in her eyes.


"I guess I'm not really upset that I killed them specifically, because I know what they would have done to us, but more because of the fact that I did it so easily." At the mention of how they both very narrowly avoided rape a shiver tore through her body and she shook her head a bit violently, trying her best to focus on the task at hand. Nothing good every came out of stray, wondering thoughts.


As Mel worked, she thought about what she had said and about how true it was. She never wanted - wants - killing to be as easy as breathing or as if it was just something she did on a normal basis. It was times likes these, times that were very nitty-gritty and grim, where it made the girl realize how much the world had changed her and she couldn't figure out if it was all for the better.


She bit her lip lightly before she turned and looked back over to Chana, trying again to give the woman a reassuring smile. Mel was about to ask how Chana was doing herself although was distracted a bit by the blood soaking through the girl's shirt both at the arm and torso, the injuries making Mel forget all about her own.


"Sh*t, look at you! Am I really that self-absorbed so as to not notice that you're wounded as well? We need to get this checked out and treated right away so no infection can invade. I'm so sorry! I mean, maybe we could have started heading back earlier if I hadn't been so wrapped up in my damn pity-party." The brunette rambled aloud as she tenderly pulled back the blood-soaked fabric along Chana's arm, wincing as she discovered that a nice portion of flesh had been nicked from a bullet.


It seemed like Mel always tended to criticize and downgrade herself in practically every type of situation because of the guilt she could never completely get rid of and it showed pretty noticeably the more she spoke. It was just the kind of person she was, thinking everything was somehow her fault even when it wasn't.

 

[Saturnity]

After all the looters had been cleaned out, Takai went to a kneel, retrieving the gun from the man whom he'd just killed. His mind was still racing and his clothes were soaked in blood and gore, but he felt satisfied.


Standing up once more, he turned to witness Chana comforting Mel, who'd killed her own share of the thugs. Takai noticed the bloody wound on Chana's arm, and approached her.


"Move." He told Mel, not really in a mean way, but more detached and disinterested. After tearing off an unsoiled portion of his coat, he proceeded to wrap it around the wound. Anticipating a retort, he spoke sharply while tying a rough knot to stop the bleeding.


"Shut up." He muttered to Chana, before she could speak, then turned his attention to Mel. He tore an additional piece of his coat and dabbed at the back of her head, which was matted with blood.


"I might be a monster," his words rolling out, "But there are men out there that are lower than even beasts, not worthy of life. You did them a favor by killing them."


After he finished cleaning the girl up, he walked away toward Jaden to attend to the boy's wounds, firing one last comment back at Mel. "The Compromised are more human than they could ever be."


Takai, without warning Jaden, began to pull the small shards of wood out of the kid's body.


"You dumb*ss, if you'd stayed in cover like I said, you wouldn't be a voodoo doll right now."


He dabbed the wounds with another piece of his jacket that wasn't stained with blood.


"You're lucky these are all flesh wounds."


After he'd finished, Takai stood and wandered for a bit, checking his own body here and there in case he'd missed an injury. His fingers accidentally grazed his bite wound, causing it to sting.


Right... I'd forgotten I was bitten... how long has it been now? Three hours?


He frowned. Stage one symptoms of the virus usually took effect within an hour of infection... how had he not suffered any in this time?

 

[Ashmorne]

Chana was about to reply to Mel when Takai had appeared, eyes on her arm. He took it gently, tearing his own coat to bandage it. She watched silently as he slowly proceeded to clean the blood off of Mel, and then pull bits of debris out of Jaden. A ghost of a smile appeared on her lips as she glanced at him. He...he wasn't so bad.


She glanced back at Mel as she moved her arm lightly, giving Mel a small smile.


"Hey. Don't beat yourself up, kid," she said in a tender voice. "I've seen worse for sure. It's not a big deal. But moving on, Takai is right. Those men were worse than the infected. When you realize for the first time that you killed someone, a living human, with ease...it's shocking. I know. And it's sickening. I've felt those same feelings. But in this messed up world...what is left to do but move on? Our main focus in preserving the lives of ourselves and those that still have their humanity. Not like these asses. Try not to be too hard on yourself,"


Chana remembered her first thoughtless kill with a shudder, as she stopped her hand from instinctively going to the wound on her side. Oh, right. She had been cut there too, by an infected. She shut her eyes for a moment. She didn't want anyone to treat that wound, it was too close to the disfigured and puckered scar she had. The scar that held her past memories. Maybe no one would notice.


Glancing between Mel and Takai, Chana spoke evenly.


"So now, we go back to the house. All of us," she said the last bit with her eyes trained in Takai.


This time she was not leaving someone behind.

 

[Ashmorne]

(( please excuse any typos or my lack of coloring dialogue. I'm on my phone now :3 ))

 

[NoobWriter]

Daisuke already quite close to them then put himself on the wall. There are a lot of bodies here and some of them are seem to be looters. The reason why he hiding its presence is because he don't want to surprise them.


He could not figure out how the best way to approach these people, they are seem to still be ready to face whatever arises in the vicinity, he did not want when he tried to approach and one of they are yelled "oh sh*t! There still one of those looter!" then fired a shot right in his head.


So for now he's just going to try to follow them from behind, in the shadows. When the times come he will show himself.

 

[SilverCaress]

Skye shuffled back to the Atrium, a walk was kind of what she needed, though it wasn't the fresh air she was looking for, it still made her feel better. Despite the fever, she was feeling better. She knew who she had to thank for that though. Smiling when she saw her, Skye approached Cally. "Hey, look, it's my saviour." She said weakly as she sat down beside her, "You sick too?" Trying to keep it light hearted, Skye joked around. Although extremely nervous, she figured everyone was in the same boat, so why not try to lighten it slightly.

 

[a writer]

[QUOTE="a writer]Indie shook her head. "I think they headed out." she murmured, looking down at the dead body. She felt a lump in her throat. She'd killed someone. "I... I can't look at this... We should move it." She explained. She slipped off her jacket, covering the top half of the body. "Can you help?" she asked, picking up the top half of it. Once they'd dumped it over the wall, Indigo stayed outside. "Hey, Noctis, did you find this in it's pocket? Can you read that address?" she handed it to him.

[/QUOTE]

 

[Daeya]

Sighing, she looked to her side, eyes immediately lighting up. "Hey, Skye," she started with a smile, looking up into her eyes. "Honestly, I have to say I'm a little torn up. I shouldn't have gone out there while this was still healing," she said, holding up her swollen hand, which she had rinsed with the water Elene had gotten for her. Now, the cut was puffy, but clean. "But other than that, I'm doing okay. How about you?" She asked, trying to keep positive.


Looking back out to the sunrise, she sighed and laid down on the ground, looking up at the ceiling of the Atrium. It looked like a long time ago, it had been painted. After staring for a little while, she could see green vines twisting, filled with plentiful purple grapes. "I-I should restock on my medical supplies." She said, rubbing her eyes, standing up, making the small hike to the pool room, pulling out a medical stock from the pile she had made earlier. Walking back to the Atrium, she set the pack down, pulling bottles and bandages out, placing them in her own satchel and in the corner.

 

[SilverCaress]

"I'm alright, that fever kind of gave me a shock earlier..but.. I think I'm alright for now." She watched her stand, "You should really rest, that will be fine, c'mon." She shuffled over and set out the bed for her, "Rest, you deserve it. And even more so, I'll look after you like you looked after me, we're a team, this house." Smiling, she looked at her.

 

[Daeya]

"Well, that's good. I was really worried about you, you know," she said, rubbing the deep, dark circles under her eyes. When Skye offered for her to rest, she relaxed her shoulders. "I really shouldn't-" she said, looking over at Vladimir, but then back at the bed. "- I guess a small rest wouldn't hurt." Cally concluded, setting the last of the medical kit onto the ground and shuffled over tho the bed, laying down onto it. "If anything happens, splash that water on my face," she said, gesturing towards the pitcher on the sill. Slowly, she drifted off to sleep.


Instead of peaceful dream, nightmares followed Cally into her sleep. She was in the House, helping someone with an injury, when Tito walked into, tugging on the teddy she had given Asher. "Call-y.." he called, looking ghostly pale and dead. Cally was walking in the dark halls, trying to find her way out. "Tito? Tito!" She screamed, running towards the entrance. "I'm hungry, Call-y." Tito said. Cally found him at the door, and she hugged him in her arms, crying a river that never seemed to stop.


Suddenly, Cally felt a sharp pain in her shoulder. Looking up, she saw that her brother had sunk his teeth into her shoulder, taking a chunk out and started eating it. "Tito, no!" she yelled, trying to make him give it back, to make him stop. "I have other food- aaah!" she screamed, as part of her bone flew out. "Stop!" She said, shaking with all the tears. Bite after bite, Cally had to make it stop. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," she said, pulling out her gun and shooting him in the shoulder, which drew him away from her. "Cally, I thought you loved me,"


Cally awoke from her nightmare, shooting straight up, face paler than ever and eyes still dripping from all the tears.

 

[RainbowWave]

Timmy's face tensed, the cuts on his face hurt and his left hand screamed with pain. clutching his right hand, Timmy stopped, his eyes reverting to his left hand. lifting his hand closer to his eyes Timmy could see four of his knuckles shattered into 5-7 pieces each.


"Oh my gods. What did i do?" As if answering his question, a flashback flooded Timmy's mind, once again remaining him of close he came to losing his life. The group of compromised chased Timmy for more then two miles, before Timmy was finally cornered and forced to attack, his face and hands being the results.


'Oh.' replied Timmy, his walk continuing and lucky following. Arriving inside what Timmy considered the main hall, he looked to lucky,


"Be ready."


"Bark." replied lucky, his stance changing instantly.


"ANYONE HERE?! I NEED HELP, I THINK MY HANDS BROKEN, PLEASE, ANYONE." Timmy's voice cut through the air, eggoing through out the building and alerting anything inside.

 

[Daeya]

Panicking, Cally covered her mouth, shuddering from the shock of the dream. "Skye, please, Skye, what's going on.." She lamely said, hyperventilating. I killed him, I shot my own brother, I killed him, she thought over and over again. Taking the pitcher from next to her, she splashed the whole thing onto her, as to snap her back into reality. "Oh God, it's okay now." She whispered to herself, trying to forget the delusion that had haunted her for days. That nightmare was not new, yet it shook her nerves right down to the bone every time she had it.


Suddenly, a desperate call for help shot through the front of the building, and Cally looked up from the ground. The voice sounded familiar, almost like she had talked to it before. Hearing that the person had a broken hand, she grabbed the most of her medical supplies. "Skye, come just in case I get too traumatized to do anything," she asked, walking to the front hallway, where the doors stood open, and Timmy stood, clutching his hand. "Timmy," she gasped, walking closer to him, looking down at his hand.


It was for sure broken, swollen. "What happened?" she said, setting the kit back down on the ground, taking his hand in hers, looking down at the injury. "The knuckles, they're all beyond repair, with the supplies I have right now. I can fix the wrist, though, and give you something for the pain." She said, touching the skin gently.

 

[Mack Daddy]

Colton watched all the others go about killing the looters, and getting injured. He stayed back. Seems like they could handle this. He lowered the gun and walked out among them. He didn't know any of them well and it would have felt weird to start helping them immediately with out them asking. He wanted to save the little ammunition he had left. He walked around the dead bodies and patted them down. He snagged one of the packs they had and filled it up with bullets, and clips they had. Colton finds one weapon he likes and tosses it in there as well. Head, shirt, pants, boots, packs. It was the order he had established for checking the bodies. He had done it often survive on his own for quite some time. He finds a wallet and opens it up. There it is. He found one every time he opens a wallet. The old worn down picture of their loved ones. He just knelt over the man for a time - staring at the picture.


Colton shakes his head and puts the picture in the man's dead hands. He shuts the man's eyes and pats his shoulder in a thanking way for the supplies. He stands up and watches the others, waiting on their lead. He wanted to head back to the safe house. He doesn't mind being out, especially now since he is armed, but a safe house is exactly that safe. Still he could barely believe what Takai was saying about humans. Takai must have dark perspective of life. Humans are all equal - it is just circumstances that differentiate them. Put one of this people in Takai's place since birth and they'd be the same as he is today. Saying one is lower than another we might as well restart slavery.


Colton was not going to say anything right now though. Mel seemed like she needed something to hang on to, otherwise lose her grip. Often people only hear or see what they want to. It doesn't matter if they are lies. Hell, he'd love to have some one told him his parent's died peacefully, but instead he knows the truth. Still our goal is to get back safely - if disillusioned lies are what people need then go ahead. We just can't believe them for long.