Futuristic BioGenesis Safe House: Surviving the Post-Apocalypse.

[SliverOfHope]

Mel involuntarily smiled as her shoulder was nudged lightly, the playful contact not annoying in the least. While she was a bit surprised that Chana only replied with a heavy tone of understanding in her voice, she was also a bit skeptical. What had made the woman beside her go through such feelings? What made her experience such times of anguish?


Perhaps she's still actually feeling them. They never seem to go away.


"I'm thinking of how I got to be this way." Mel began, the words coming out a little timid. "This new world... it's changing everyone. It's forcing people to endure situations they shouldn't have to experience. And, I know it's ignorant to dwell on, but I can't stop thinking about those men I had shot earlier. I mean, I'm a little relieved that they had been killed because what we would of had to go through would've been much, much worse but... I had taken their lives so easily. And I don't want to be like that. I don't killing to be something I adapt to."


By the time she was done, her voice had lost its emotionless quality and was now laced with a hint of pain. Closing her eyes, Mel listened to the rain hit against the window pane relentlessly, trying to see if she could drown herself in the sound. Unfortunately it wasn't working all that well. Instead she settled for leaning her forehead against the cold glass in hope that it'd be able to soothe the headache still pounding against her skull. The flesh around the head wound she had suffered only an hour or two prior to arriving in the safe house was humming in a constant ache so, in order to relieve some of the pain, she brought her hands up and gently nudged off the hairband holding up her hair, wincing as the brown tendrils cascaded down her back and tugged heavily on the injury.


Aren't I a pretty sight? I have a bleeding head that matted my hair in the thick substance, a bruising upper arm in the shape of a hand print, and five long stitches combining torn flesh together. Hmm, could the stitches have come undone during the fight? I'd really rather not look...


Mel laughed dryly under her breath as she came out of her thoughts, the female doing her best to ignore the tenderness all along her body. She really shouldn't even be bothered by the pain because, compared to Chana, her's weren't even that bad.


How could you possibly be so weak? You don't hear the other girl b*tching and moaning in pain, do you? No, instead she's focusing all her attention on you and how you're feeling.


The brunette scoffed once more in annoyance, this time at herself, under her breath, wondering if Chana knew that she was wasting her time by trying to help her. Almost inaudibly, but not quite, Mel mumbled under her breath.


"That's all this is. A lost cause. A waste."

 

[PKCV2]

The girl just smiled and knelt down next to the man he set down. Delsin stepped to the side, his pistol still in hand and keeping the safety clicked off.


"Found him on the ground in a bedroom, he had crap all over the room, blood, water, personal belongings, I guess you can tell but he's hot, and uh...I'm guessing he


shot his foot.


"He may be infected, he may be not, but it's too early in the stages of infection to tell." The girl said.


Delsin looked at her, "and if he is infected? You okay with killing him?"


He needed to make sure that she wasn't going to get herself or anyone else in the room killed because she showed compassion or restraint.


The girl sat against the wall, Delsin sat across the room from her, pistol still at the ready.


"Delsin...and you two?" He nodded to the bearded man.

 

[Daeya]

Sighing wearily, she looked over at him. "Yes, I am okay with that. I wouldn't want to put any danger on the survivors. But it just may be another common ailment, other than the virus. Could be just a sunburn and a fever. But who knows." She said with a laugh, looking over at the man lying on the floor. In the dim light, she could make out small features, a sharp jawline, muscular build, but the face still was left with no identity.


The man who had been carrying him identified himself as Delsin, and she replied, "Cally. I asked a man named Colton to follow me." Looking back over at the unconscious figure, Cally cut a square piece roughly the size of a forehead from her jeans, as it was soaked with water and might help bring the fever down, or at least help put the man at ease if he could feel anything. Gently, she placed the square on his forehead, and left him be.


"Shot his foot," she said, looking at the pool of blood on the ground, and grimaced. Torn flesh opened up to reveal a large bullet planted into his his ankle, blood spilling everywhere and revealing muscles, tendons, and bones. "Dear god," she said, standing up. "We need to get that cleaned up, as soon as we can," Cally nearly puked at the sight of it. Her gut tightened, and her throat seemed to be boiling with stomach acid. "Delisn, are you familiar with the House's Clinic? I need to get supplies to extract the bullet."


(( I didn't know if Colton wanted to follow or not, so I'm just going to speak vaguely about his presence. ))

 

[PKCV2]

Delsin watched Cally, she was examining the bullet wound. She stood up looking sick, he guessed it was worse than he had thought.


"Delsin, are you familiar with the House's Clinic? I need to get supplies to extract the bullet."


"Clinic...clinic...clinic...yeah I passed it by earlier. I can get whatever you need, just tell me."


(( I know it's short, I'm drawing blanks ))

 

[Daeya]

Trying to remember her surgical days, Cally thought hard about what was needed to extract something. "Uh.. Um.. tongs. Probe. Bandage. Hydrogen Peroxide. I should have the rest here. See if you can find anything that might look like stitching equipment, but if you don't, I have some with me." She was only in residency when she had worked at the hospital, so she only viewed open operations. She had never attempted to remove something before, and this made Cally worried.


A sharp pain struck her left palm, and she saw that it was another one of the metallic beetles, it's extended blade dripping with the blood of her cut. She grabbed the little thing, then stomped on it with her foot, her left hand pulsing in a stinging pain. She kept her mouth clamped shut, applying pressure to it and trying to keep it out of sight of anyone.

 

[PKCV2]

Tongs...probe...bandages...hydrogen peroxide...he kept running the list through his head as he jogged through the halls of the safehouse.


The Cally girl seemed to know what she was doing concerning medicine from what he saw but the way she looked when she looked over the bullet wound...that worried Delsin. The halls started to become blurs as his thoughts became more crowded. Various scenes started to play out in his head...a scene where Cally pulls out a win and the man turns out to be okay...a scene where the man is infected and kills Cally and himself...a scene where Cally fails the job and the man dies...a scene whe-


Delsin's right shoulder hit the wall as he turned, a little too quickly. The impact caused him to spin and stumble into the clinic.


Huh...actually found it...


Cots, boxes and everything in between was here, you'd find this stuff in a hospital.


Delsin hurried about, more than once running into cots and tripping over his own feet, an ache went though his head, he cleared it as best he could.


Tongs and a probe from a tray laying on a cot...bandages from a cabinet...hydrogen peroxide from a countertop. Delsin looked over the countertop once more and saw a needle and spool...he grabbed those and made his way back to Cally.

 

[Daeya]

As Delsin went off, Cally bit her lip, trying to numb the pain her left hand was experiencing. If you don't get a grip, you could rip a tendon. An artery. A ligament. He could lose his leg to blood loss. He could die from blood loss. So get. it. together. She thought over and over again, and eventually the pain dulled down to a light sting. She stared right at the wound, where she could see the bullet lodged in between two metatarsals.


Eventually, Delsin came back, carrying the supplies she had asked for. "If he were infected, he would be insensitive to slight pain, but this will hurt like hell. I wouldn't be surprised if he woke up and started screaming, so I think it's best if someone would hold him down." Biting her lip even more, she reached out with a shaky hand to grab the probe. Insert the probe into the wound, avoiding important bones, ligaments, and nerves. If you hear or feel a click, you have found the foreign object. She recited to herself, remembering what the intern textbook had said many years ago. Carefully, she picked up the probe and gently pushed it into his ankle. Wincing, she moved it slightly.


Click.





Cally's hand vibrated, and she pulled out the probe. "Remember first cuneiform, medial, please." She was shaking from nerves now, and sat back, taking deep breaths. She didn't want any screaming, but it was bound to happen. Her mind was spinning, and nerves were buzzing on every level possible.

 

[PKCV2]

Delsin came back to the hall where the man lay and handed everything he gathered from the clinic to Cally.


She started talking but Delsin's mind was swimming and he barely registered her words. He did however, hear that the man should be held down for whatever reason that he didn't compute. The aching came back and he groaned.


Okay...if the man ended up screaming and writhing then he couldn't hold him down in his state, he had to be a little less gentle. Slowly he went into a crouch, almost falling over, catching his balance he put his knee down onto the man's chest and rested his hand on the man's forehead, ready to press down if need be. One of the man's arms was free to move around so he stretched over and put his free hand on it, ready to hold it down. The man's other arm was under the leg that had the knee pressed on his chest.


Cally started saying things that Delsin couldn't understand so he stopped listening to her for the time being...something about cuneiforms and medials...whatever.

 

[Daeya]

Cally's attention was grabbed back as she noticed Delsin's groaning. "What'd you do, hit your head or something?" She said, slightly annoyed, but brushed it off as she picked up the tongs. Without another word she plunged them in with force, lodging the tongs in between the first and second metatarsal, and winced. The man she was working on already started to stir, and she feared the screaming would start soon. "Cover his mouth," she said as a precaution, and laid her leg over the free arm Delsin was holding. Quickly, metal clanged on metal, and the tongs hit the bullet.


As fast as she could, so the screaming wouldn't last as long, she pulled the bullet out. It was soaked with blood and tissue, but she dropped it on the floor and stuck her face inches from the wound. If only the light was better, she complained to herself, and checked if any bones were shattered, any torn arteries, or a busted nerve. As expected, the bullet had split his medial cuneiform into several pieces, causing extreme pain and disability to walk. She didn't have any plaster, nor did she expect the House to have any, so she pulled back.


Making no noise, she uncapped the hydrogen peroxide solution, and poured a capful into the wound. The man's leg jerked, kicking Cally in the nose. She reeled back, clutching it in her hands.

 

[PKCV2]

Delsin let her comment about hitting his head slide, instead opting to watch her work. She did something, the man moved.


"Cover his mouth."


She put her leg over his arm, giving Delsin a free arm. He clamped his hand over the man's mouth. He watched Cally lean down close to the wound and sit back up. She popped the lid off of the hydrogen peroxide and poured some onto the wound.


Before he knew why was happening Cally reared backwards, holding her nose. Delsin looked at the leg, it was in a different position. Delsin rolled his eyes as he realized that Cally got kicked in the face. Quickly he moved himself to steady the leg. He pondered the idea that he might have to knock this guy out if he proves to be more trouble than expected. Delsin gestured to the backpack on his back with one hand before moving it back to the leg.


"There's a towel in the smallest pocket."

 

[Daeya]

Nodding her head in thanks, she took out the towel, pressing it to her bleeding nose. Carefully, she steadied another capfull of the solution into the leg, hoping that was the last she had to do before stitching. When her nose had stopped gushing, she laid the towel on the ground and pulled her hair away from her face, and picked up the spool of thread and a needle. Tying it on, she braced herself for further injury.


She dug the needle into the skin, moving with speed and haste at the same time, while doing the best job she could. Little driblets of blood popped up, but she could tell the man was in agony. She tied up the last stitch, and covered it with a bandage and gaze.


"Done." She said, her stomach dropping from it's flexed position. "We should give him rest, if he's sick." Hoping Colton would show up soon to tell if he was infected or not, she picked up all of the supplies Delsin had collected for her, and stuck them in the bottle of hydrogen solution.

 

[PKCV2]

Delsin retrieved his towel, stuffing it back into the pocket, blood and all. He then watched passively as Cally finished stitching the wound.


"Done."


Delsin cheered inwardly and stood up, almost stumbling backwards. He patted Cally on the back.


"Good job...so what's your next plan of action?"

 

[Daeya]

Cally glared at him, and objected, "I'm not four, I don't need praise." Standing up, she sighed, crossing her arms. She scooped up her revolver and looked around. "We wait. Unless you have a better idea?" Cally quizzically asked, giving him a ghost of a smile.

 

[PKCV2]

Delsin held up his hands in mock surrender at the glare he earned, slightly confused on why she seemed so upset at his "good job" comment.


"Unless you have a better idea?"


The question made him smile. He sat against the wall again, pulling out another bottle of whiskey. He shrugged at her.


"Looks like we gotta stay...but I'm not gonna be bored while I wait, never was any good at suggestions so what'd you have in mind?"

 

[Daeya]

She smiled as he pulled out an alcohol bottle, and replied, "You expect me to come up with entertainment? I lived in a tent my whole life, I think you can make do with boredom."


She sighed and leaned back, closing her eyes.


(( last post for a while c)

 

[Saturnity]

((@Mak @PKCV2 @Mack Daddy @divyansh : I'm sure the foot surgery is fine, but divyansh got the symptoms of the virus mixed up. Vlad shouldn't have been vomiting blood and he wouldn't have a fear of water during stage one. At worst he would have a fever and be extremely thirsty, with his irises just starting to turn red. If he were at the point to have a aquaphobia, Vlad wouldn't be aware of it, because he'd also be suffering from a plethora of other psychological conditions, and be too concerned with trying to kill everyone else. Just saying this so you guys can keep continuity with the original design of the infection, and avoid confusion. ))

 

[divyansh]

Vladimir Could hear the lightning crashing, the water droplets falling on e after another. They together formed a beautiful melody. But today the symphony of the rain could to steal Vladimir's attention. He could feel immense pain his leg, as if it had been punctured with a knife.Slowly his eyes began to open, he gazed around trying not to scream prior to gaining information of his surroundings. One of the figures next to him resembled Cally and the other was not known to Vladimir.


He opened his jaws in an attempt to talk but words wont leave his mouth. He would try to speak but his it seemed he had lost his voice. Vladimir then tried to move his arm, he was trying to gain attention of others. Vladimir was also grinding his teeth with pain. It seemed he needed some painkillers. Finally a low tone and sort of cracking voice came out, " pa..a.in".

 

[Daeya]

Cally jerked her head towards the man, who was now gaining consciousness. Eager to hear the voice of the person, she waited for his first response.


"Pa..a.in."


She knit her brows, then understood. "I'm sorry- I don't have any painkillers or numbing agent.. I had to do it bare." She tried to say with clarity. Quickly, she stood up and told Delsin, "Going to go find some painkillers or ibuprofen for him. Be back in a minute." With that, she ran to the Clinic, opening and closing shelves, looking for a pill bottle. Sighing, she couldn't find any, but on her way out, she saw a half-empty bottle of ibuprofen rolling near her feet. Quickly, she picked it up and ran back to him, handing him two.


"That's all I got."

 

[Mack Daddy]

Colton heard the gunshot and his head turned towards the bed rooms he had looked through earlier. He waited a bit but no yelling or return fire. Suicide - the first thing to pop into his head. But when Cally got up and started running inside he flipped up his hood to hide his discontent.


god f***in d***it! I just sat down. People have not stopped trying to kill each other and yelling. And now a single gunshot from inside the house of all places! Some one probably just could not deal with it and lost hope. But really he had to stand back up and run all the way there?! god f***in d***it.





Still he managed to push himself up off the bench, but by that time Cally had already taken off. Colton sighed as he felt his muscles retaliate with every step. He felt like he was pushing the muscles to sprint but he was only doing a fast jog. His boots under side were wet with the rain as ran through puddles to hurry up. He was happy that his boots were waterproof so his feet stayed dry. Wet socks and running would've been terrible. Finally he thought he might catch up as he finally entered the tiled floors of dormitory wing. Then - SQEEK - Colton slipped and fell face first on the ground. The slapping of flesh to the cold tile was only interrupted by the snap of his nose breaking on impact. His visioned blurred so that he only saw the lights, like when you look through really foggy glass, and if each light was like the sun. He groaned as rolled over onto his make and scooted against the wall to sit down. His ibuprofen, had fallen out of his bag with the fall and he heard it rolling somewhere in the distance. Huh, didn't need it anyway. He thought sarcastically to himself. Well what do I have? He pulled out an alcohol wrap and some gauze. Colton felt around his mouth, as his vision focused but left a scalding head ache. Fresh blood coated the skin and was still flowing lightly. He tore open the wipe and wiped off the blood. Then quickly tore some gauze off and balled in in his hand to tamp down the bleeding until he could re-set the nose, and plug the nostrils. Colton put the rest of the supplies back into his bag, and slowly got up. He began walking to where the sound of the gunshot was. It was made easier by the wet footprints, which he carefully avoided. He walked in to see a man straddling another unconscious man who had a wound in his foot with a fresh puddle of blood. Colton quickly drew his revolver and pointed it at the man, while dabbing his nose. Surely, looking crazy with his full beard, blood covered face, obviously worn down and sweaty body, and the gun in one hand while the other carried bloody gauze.


"And who the h*ll are you?"

 

[PKCV2]

"And who the hell are you?"


Delsin snapped his head at, once again, a new voice. His neck popped, he winced.


I seriously need to learn how to turn my head slowly...


A bloody, bearded man had drawn his revolver and was pointing right at Delsin, who drew his pistol, leveling it right at the head.


"Everyone seems to favor revolvers in this place..."


Delsin let that sink in before laughing, more to himself than anybody.


"Oh but uh...name's Delsin, and you? Big man."


Delsin looked at the newcomer closely. Waiting for him to make a move.

 

[Mack Daddy]

Colton saw the man wince, maybe he wasn't in any better condition than I am. He heard the small remark by the man. The gun was given to him, sure he would prefer something better. I solid semi automatic. More reliable, or even a rifle or shotgun. But he didn't understand why the man was talking - he was unarmed. Colton stepped completely through the doorway.


"Oh haha-bravo, you're honestly a great comedian, sir."


He clapped sarcastically with the gun still in his hands, and nodded his head condescendingly. "Now," his light tone gone in an instant, replaced with a completely serious manner of speaking. "Why don't you, Mr. Delsin, get off the man right now?" Colton would see the unconscious man's chest rise and fall showing signs of life. The man on his chest definitely was not helping with the breathing. He had seen a lot of stuff while he was on his own. All of the stages of the infection, mutants, looters, and even cannibals. They were worse than looters. Killing anything they could find and eating it. It only made them more susceptible to the virus, which often made it worse. They are eating people and you manage to injury them, they only come back stronger with the virus and start hunting people again. No reason really, plenty of other food. In his old group one of the survivors proposed cannibalism. He and the idea were shot down pretty quickly.

 

[Daeya]

Cally shot up, watching as Colton stepped into view, sarcastically greeting Delsin at gunpoint. Frantically, she tried to explain the situation, "Delsin was actually helping, holding him down while I," she gestured towards the bleeding, but accurately stitched up foot, "took care of that." Biting her lip, she looked into his eyes. "I swear, he's good. Well, at least by my understandings." Cally sat back down next to the man, and laid a hand on his rising and falling chest.


(( sorry for the short posts, i'm tired and might go to sleep soon ))

 

[PKCV2]

"Why don't you, Mr. Delsin, get off the man right now?"


Delsin complied, taking his weight off of the man's chest and stepping to the side, watching the newcomer just stare at the downed man. He looked like he was thinking about something.


Delsin rested against the wall and gestured towards the newcomer. He raised a brow at the bearded man, waiting to see what he thought of Cally's words.

 

[Mack Daddy]

Colton lowered the gun, but did not turn off the safety, nor did he put it away. Instead he let it rest in his hands, ready to fire if need be. He looked at Cally and took a deep breath. It was impossible to do out of his nose, and as a result the breathe was rather loud. Colton hated taking gambles when it came to his life, and safety. It just is not something any one should play with. He slowly lowered the gun to his side. He still kept his finger on the trigger in case he needed to make quick use of it. "Well then... what happened here?" Colton had been around the virus an the infected a lot. Suicide was common when they gave the diagnosis. He remembers often giving a false diagnosis and putting them on the City's 'watch list'. The list had been formed by the Government after self caused deaths became more common than the actual fleshy attacks. The period was short lived, as the turmoil only helped spread the virus, making the attacks flare up again. Still, suicide was there and he had seen many attempts, while walking the halls of the hospital.

 

[Daeya]

Relieved, Cally gestured towards Delsin. "After we heard the gunshot, I walked in to find Delsin carrying the man out of one of the bedrooms. Said he had vomitied blood and stuff. Must have fired his rifle as a cry for help, and somehow shot his foot. I managed to get it out, but the cuneiforms took damage." Sighing, she looked back down at the man.


"I dont know if he is infected or not. Other than a very high fever, he seems to be normal. " She kneeled next to the man, resting her hand on his very hot forehead.