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Futuristic Brain Burger

((Yeah, exactly. Though, once belinda's fully healed I think she's planning to leave, anyways.))


Using tapatalk, here. Excuse spelling mistakes. *bow
 
((Gonna make a separate post after this one so it's not a massive wall of text. @Soul OMU, sorry for leaving you out quite a bit here. It all got very complex and left us in a tight spot. I'll RP with you more in my next post, providing you're both here.))


"I--.. we can't go anywhere yet..." He hugged her tightly and sobbed for a few moments; he forced himself to his feet, very pale from the blood and that was pouring down his face - the shock would have got to both of them now that the anger had faded. And for Tony, with a cut like that, she was losing too much blood. Nathan could barely walk, but he walked her back into the store and sat her down; he stumbled over the rubble and took a first aid kit from the duffel bag. He climbed back over and stumbled to her, coughing in slight sickness as he wiped the blood away from his face.


"He's--.. he's safe... I promise... he's hidden and he's safe..." He sobbed, ".. I ain't exactly shown you much ability to do things right today, but--.. at least let me do this--.." He laughed through his sobs and popped open the first aid kit with his shaky hands before taking out some gauze and covered it in some of the wound sterilization liquid as quickly as he could. ".. this might hurt..." He said as he wiped the blood from his head again and gently began cleaning the wound; tears still travelled down his face while he did so, and despite how sick and devastated he looked, he still continued to doctor her until her arm was bandaged and her finger was held together with her ring finger by some medical tape and some cut off gauze. As soon as it was done he collapsed back onto the counter - but what perfect timing. The gunshots had been heard and Norman was already ushering them away from their little shopping trip - he'd picked up the essentials and most of the other stuff he needed, which involved him going into a bookstore, a toy store, and a store that specialized in instruments.


"I--.. I feel like I'm about to pass out--.. Ash is fine where he is, but I'm gonna' pass out if I don't do somethin' about this blood." He muttered to her, wiping the blood on his head away again. ".. I don't know why I headbutted that window... I'm a bit of an idiot sometimes..." He said, cracking a shaky smile at her. "And... let's try and keep all this secret, eh...? Just a--.. just a raid gone wrong..." He said, closing his eyes over as some tears escaped them. He'd remain still while she treated him - there wasn't much she could do aside from throw some steri-strips on the wound, but it would be better than nothing.


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"Conner! Get the tools back to the place right now! We're gonna' go find the others!" He cried to him out of the window; he sped away from the home depot and left Conner with the car. Conner would also have the chance to check in on everyone else and maybe even start putting up the fences for when Norman and - hopefully - everyone else came back; Norman took no hesitation in speeding off, but when he was around half-way there he noticed the shooting had stopped.


"Jesus Christ... the shootin' stopped! The shooting's stopped, Clay!" He panicked, tears lining his eyes and pouring down his cheeks while he literally hammered on the gas pedal, full-throttle. It sort of showed how much he cared about all of them - anyone who saw him could do nothing but feel sorry for him. At this time he was shaking and looked like he was someone who had just lost his closest friend or family member. Nothing that was said to him was going to calm him down. When Tony would have finally finished cleaning and dressing the wound on Nathan's head, Nathan begins to help her up but collapses and pulls her back down; it's a good thing that Norman had arrived by this time - he ran ahead of Clay faster than lighting with his sidearm at the ready; as soon as he ran in through the door he looked at the two sitting there, he gasped a breath of relief as he ran up to them and collapsed to his knees. "Oh, Jesus Chri-i-i-ist,,," He sobbed as he pulled them both into a singular hug without hesitation. "I thought I'd lost you--.. I thought I'd fuckin' lost yo-oo-oou..." He cries to them, holding them close. It was an emotional scene, and I'm doubting that any of them had managed to actually stop fully crying yet. He soon noticed that Asha wasn't there and he quickly stood up, his hands going to the back of his head.


"Jesus! Nathan where the FUCK is Asha?!" He shouted at him, quickly wiping his eyes while pacing around and looking for him.


"He's--.. he's in the house across the street..." He muttered, one arm around Tony's shoulder. "Upstairs... first room on the left. I hid him there..." He said, Norman quickly shook his head and dashed out the door.


"Stay with 'em, Clay! They're in no state to fight!" He cried back as he ran across the street faster than his legs could handle. Within the past couple of minutes he displayed more care and concern towards all of them then he ever had before; he may have showed it to Clay when they were locked in the church, but for Tony he'd never really shown any affection and concern like he did there - only friendliness. He ran to the house Asha was apparently hid in and ran in through the open door, smacking up or shooting any walkers that had managed to drift inside.


"Ash?!" He called as he ran upstairs; he sees that one room has a dresser placed by the door; he throws the dresser off to the side and charges into the room, glancing around for a few minutes - naturally, the first place he checks is the closet - when he finds Ash there he doesn't hesitate on picking him up and sitting on the bed with him on his lap; he allows the gun to fall to the floor and just simply sits there hugging him, crying and sobbing in sudden relief to finally see that the little boy he cared so much about was unharmed. "Oh, Christ, Ash... thank god you're okay... I've got you..." He sobbed, taking several deep breaths. There must have been a flurry of emotion from both parties there, especially with Asha's little flashback he experienced. Regardless, Norman told him that he had something nice waiting as a surprise for him once they got everyone together and blew this joint and got home - all would be revealed at a later time. He carried him out and got them all into the truck and just headed home. What an emotional joyride that was. (@firejay1)
 
Conner did what Nathan asked him. He seemed like he was in a tough emotional spot, what with the gun fire and his brother possibly being dead or turned. That was one reason he didn't form big attachments, keeps him thinking rationally. Well, he was starting to form attachments to the others in their little society. Plus, he could get started on that fence, about time.
 
Once the truck was parked up and everyone had gone inside, Norman went up to Conner and gave him a brief but curt nod. ".. Hey..." He muttered softly. (@Soul OMU) 
(@Soul OMU. Jesus. I tagged the wrong Soul in that post ;_; Sorry about that, it's fixed.)
 
Elizabeth currently sitting in her room with Brianna, sipping her tea as she looked up and blinked. "Nate? She said softly looking very worried as she got up slightly. Brianna stood up and decided to leave the two of them alone since she knew her sister was quite find of Nathan and cared about him like a son. (@DrTrollinski.)
 
"Hey." Conner replied. He was busy getting ready to set the fence. It needed to be driven into the ground to make sure it didn't fall over at the first breeze. So, armed with a sledge hammer and several poles, he walked back out. Pacing off an area a fair distance off, he positions the pole, and wonders if there was anyone who could hold it steady for him.
 
"You, uh--.. You need some help, man?" He asked him hesitantly, still looking quite emotional and torn, but a lot calmer compared to when Conner last saw him. (@Soul OMU) 
Nathan would also be covered in dry blood. (@Soul OMU)
 
Elizabeth blinked and sighed softly before crawling out of her bed and over to the boy before scooping him up and taking him over to her bed. "You do feel a bit warm Nate... Please tell me you didn't get bit.." She said softly while looking at him. (@DrTrollinski)
 
"Ya. I need you to hold this steady, so I can get a good swing at it. Watch your fingers." he replied, handing the pole to him. "And make sure you keep it straight." After he drove the pole in, wanting it to be at about head height but satisfied when it was waist high, he moved on. "We can make it bigger later. So, you ok?"
 
".. I--.. no... no... only my pride got bit today--.." He whimpered, lying down on the bed and taking a shaky deep breath. ".. I messed up again, Ell..." He whimpered. (@Soul OMU)


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".. Yeah... yeah, ain't nothin' I can get over." He shrugged, not making eye contact to his question but instead giving more of a sad frown; he held the sides of the pole and nodded to him. "Hit it." He said sternly. (@Beowulf)
 
"Actually, you should. I find hitting something tends to make you feel right at the end." Conner said, taking the pole and offering the hammer. "Give it a few good whacks and you'll be feeling like the zeds are just some part of a conspiracy theory."
 
Elizabeth sighs softly as she runs a hand through his hair slightly. "Nate... Everyone makes mistakes, it's part of growing up and what makes us human... If we didn't make mistakes... We'd be aliens." She said with an amused smile before looking at him. "So don't get so worked up about it.." (@DrTrollinski)
 
Stewart wanders the station and stumbles upon Nate and Liz, upon seeing Nate covered in blood he does a hearty spit take before setting down his cup of coffee and walking over,


"Woah, Nate, are you ok? What happened?!" He asks, Stew is quite worried at this point.


(@DrTrollinski Soul OMU)
 
"Heh... sure." He said, he took the hammer from him with both hands and walked around to the side of the pole, placing it down on top of it and then raising it up - with a sudden yell or apparent anger he'd swing it down and hit it heavy; he'd take no hesitation in doing it twice more, now allowing himself any time to recuperate. He takes a few deep breaths after and then softens his frown, realizing that he made himself look the slightest bit crazy. "Sorry... and thanks." He muttered.


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"It was a bad mistake, Ell..." He said in a quiet whimper. Before he could go into more detail Stew walks in and sets off his panic-trigger. Nathan looks up at him and nods; taking a deep breath.


"I'm fine... if not, I have a concussion... I feel sick enough for it to be that way, to be honest..." He said, sighing to him but cracking a faint grin. (@Soul OMU, @Stew)
 
Elizabeth sighs in annoyance before getting up and stalking out of her room, annoyed by Stewart because of him interrupting and intruding into her room. "I'm sorry Nate, I will talk to you later when my room is empty." She snapped slightly before heading to the roof to be alone. (@Stew, @DrTrollinski)
 
"No worries. You just had a lot stored up that needed out. And keep the hammer for a bit longer, hit something a couple more times." Conner said, shrugging of Norman's little freak out. He had some of those days before the zeds showed up where he threw his best coffee mugs at the wall. A neighbor boy saw him do that once and called the caps he was so scared.
 
Elizabeth sitting on the roof, keeping an eye out for any threats or dangers. She knew that she couldn't be too careful especially with what had happened.
 
"It just... It went wrong, Stewart. I almost got myself killed..." He'd pause for a moment and then slowly stand up. "I'm gonna' throw up..." He said before quickly standing up and dashing down to the bathroom. (@Stew) 
"Yeah, sure." He said to Conner before walking with him to the next pole. (@Beowulf
Nathan runs into the men's room and dashes to one of the stalls. He didn't have time to lock the door; he just started vomiting as soon as he got close to the toilet. He only just made it. (@Stew)
 
Stewart sighs, he wants to help the kid but he doesn't really know how to. Stewart decides to give him a gift, he takes off his sleeve holster gun and sets it on a table for Nate. Stewart then takes his coffee and leaves the room, sipping it all the while.


(@DrTrollinski)
 
"Hey, when I get the fence up. What do you think else I should do with it? I've been planning the fence for a while, and can't believe it's getting done. I need something to do between supply runs, and I can almost guarantee the fence will keep me busy." Conner said, rather excitedly. He already had a few plans, like a cat walk around the inside or even a tower on the top of the station. He could do it without the man's go ahead. But if he got Norman's support, not many people would get to upset about it, and possibly even help him.
 
He'd flush the toilet and walk through to the kitchen and sit down at the table. He'd look up at Stew, sighing. "Sorry." (@Stew)
 
Stewart glances over at him,


"There's nothing to be sorry for, but if it makes you feel better, I forgive you." Stewart forgives him for no reason as he nods at the stairs,


"I left you something back up in Liz's room, I'd go get it before she comes back." He takes another sip from his coffee before refilling it.


(@DrTrollinski)
 
"We need to fortify the main door. Block it with dumpsters or something." He said. (@Conner) 
"No... I mean I'm sorry for when we first met, I overreacted." He said with a slow nod. He slowly walked out and went upstairs to Elizabeth's room, smiling as he dashes over and looks at the sleeve gun, he laughs for a moment and then sits down on the bed, taking a deep breath.


"Ell!" He calls out. (@Stew, @Soul OMU)
 

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