Last Ones Standing

Val jumped and quickly moved away from Chrissy, shaking his head furiously. He took out the pen and pressed the button, "I appreciate the help but I like to do this kind of stuf by myself!" You missed an f there... But Val didn't really care. He loved walking by himself, and hated when people offered him help because of his inabilities. In his eyes, it helps better if he does this kind of stuff by himself. He wasn't young, he should be able to teach himself how to walk... Even if he wasn't that great at it still, "Trust me. Let's keep on going please! :) " He smiles at her.


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The brunette jolted in surprise, placing a small fist to her chest in a shocked manner. "A-ah, I apologize... I didn't think I would be much help anyway, but... Should I walk slower? I tend to run a bit when I walk, sorry." Chrissy was about to continue, but stopped herself as she realized she was again rambling. Can't you just say one sentence to express yourself, you big idiot? She thought in annoyance with herself. So many thoughts and ideas were always flying around in her head, when she opened her mouth they all just sort of come tumbling out. Yet another thing she had to get under control...


Chrissy sighed with another apology of her conversational issues, before falling to his pace with some care. It took a lot of concentration not to just speed walk everywhere, but she would do it since it made things easier for Val. The scientist tucked her hands into the front of her beige shorts, humming softly as she continued towards LAST with Val at her side. Things are going well so far, no interruptions or anything. Oh no, don't tell me I just jinxed myself... In her thoughts, Chrissy spaced out and started to walk faster and faster now that she no longer was paying attention to her speed or really anything around her.


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(@Cherrywitch Nope. I don't believe my character is a nurse. You might be thinking of Caspar....Unless I'm missing something.)
 
Val panicked a little as he noticed Chrissy suddenly walking faster, which caused him to push himself a bit more. He couldn't really say anything either which for the first time in a long time bothered him. This occurred for a while til he was several feet away from her. Run He tried to run like the voice said but tripped over his feet and reached his hands out for something to grab, but to no avail. He placed his hands in front of him to soothe his fall. He felt a liquid pouring from his hands.


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The sound of falling seem to wake Chrissy from her trance of her own thoughts, the scientist spinning around and squeaking in surprise. "Ah! I was running again wasn't i?! Why am I such an air head?!" She whined, more to herself than the fallen boy.


The woman sprinted over, kneeling down to look him over. "Oh, I'm so sorry! You should have grabbed my sleeve or something to tell me I was going to fast..." She mumbled with the worried tone of a mother, pulling his injured hands into her tiny lap. "Well at least it was only your hands... Stay still, this might hurt a little." As Chrissy spoke, she poured a drop of disinfectant onto the scratches before pulling out some bandages and nimbly wrapping them around his hands. Good thing she just came from her nurse's job a while ago...


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Val watched and winced a little as Chrissy poured something onto the scratches. She pulled out bandages and wrapped them around his hands. He stared at it before he started making hiccuping sounds and tears poured from his face. He did his best to wipe them away, but they kept coming down. Crybaby!... Wooow... Why did you even agree to this??... She could've used those supplies on someone far more important than you.. He held his head and cried more as the voices came back.


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"Ee-yah! D-don't cry!! Did it really hurt that bad?! Um, um..." Chrissy began patting frantically at her coat pockets again, pulling out a cherry lollipop finally. "Ah, here, do you like candy? I'm so sorry, please don't cry!" The nurse held her face and shook her head so her shiny brown locks bounced side to side, being much too worried over this than she should be. After a moment, she hesitantly petted his head comfortingly before tentatively leaning forward to hug him and rub his back in a soothing way. "Okay, you're okay. I'm sorry, I won't do that again, just calm down... Please?"


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Val calmed down a little as he hugged her, his nails digging into her back. He breathed heavily and the voices quieted down. He quickly let go as he realized what his nails were doing and rubbed at his eyes furiously. He stayed emotionless for a while and took out the pen. He clicked the button and wrote, "Im soree. The voyces came back. I freeked out."


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With his dropoff to the Trialis cell complete, Victor had to make a more dangerous delivery. He had to go into Minimalus. This meant driving through the heavily guarded border. He had only done this a handful of times. He was good at it, but it was nerve racking.


He approached the point of entry on the main road with his window rolled down. It was mostly empty except for prison transports and military convoys. Civilian traffic wasn't unusual but it was always regarded as suspicious. He waited in line behind a bus full of rejects.


A military convoy passed him in the left lane. They stopped temporarily while recieving clearance. Some soldiers in an armored truck were giving him a mean look while they were stopped. Victor looked up at them nonchalantly. "Wanna see my lease?" Shortly after he said that the convoy pulled away.


Soon it was his turn. He pulled up to a large door. Several masked soldiers immediately approached his vehicle. One walked up to his window while three more inspected his vehicle.


"What is your ID number?"





"547673."


"What is your business in Minimalus"


"Salvaging."


"Please standby while your vehicle is inspected."





Victor waited as the guards searched around the outside of vehicle. One of them undid the latch and inspected the cargo hold, only to find it was empty. The guards gave a nod of approval to their commander.


"You are approved. Move along."





The massive door began to open. Victor gave the guard a mock salute and rolled up his window as he drove forward, into the grim world of the rejected. Minimalus.


The roads were no longer paved and the farther from the wall he got, the more mutated people he saw. And the infrastructure was worse. It made his skin crawl. These people needed help and they weren't getting it. He drove deeper into the squalor.
 
Chrissy winced in pain, a few drops of blood staining her white lab coat. "Ow... It's, okay." The scientist looked up at him, eyes still showing pain from the cuts the nails caused but she looked more worried about Val than herself. "Wait... The voices...? What, do they say?" That's right. Minumalis usually have mental issues from Suparus. I believe hearing voices is directly related to Schizophrenia. He doesn't seem dangerous, so it should be okay...





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(Hi hello, I've been a bit busy in the last couple of days, I apologize! I'm just going to do my best putting my boyo in here, and please feel free to let me know if I'm doing something wrong owo)


The morning's activities had seemed to last for an eternity, and Lazarus was glad to take a breather. He had forgotten his bag at home, missed his chance to go back and get it due to heavy traffic, and then was late to his job which he took far more seriously than one his age was expected to. As much as he loved the sterile air, cleanly white rooms, the disposable latex gloves and the running noise of Dinamap machines that buzzed and beeped in patient rooms, he was required to take a lunch break, and today it was well wanted.


On top of leaving his bag- which contained his lunch, tissues, Lysol wipes and his personal pairs of gloves besides the ones he was wearing at that moment in time- he had to deal with the confirmation that a patient he had been assigned to help out with had approximately a month to live. She was a small girl, twelve years old, that had grown an attachment to the nurse in the time that he had been with her and when the news had been broken to her she had looked at Laz and simply asked him if she could have a hug. He denied, exited the room, was asked by the child's mother why he had said no; and his response had been There is no point in hugging someone who is dying. The doctor he was helping that day dismissed him for his lunch break, he had left with his expression unchanged, and there he was, heading to a convenience store in search of something more that he could not get in the Hospital vending machines.


He turned the block, distracted by his phone which was pinging as he removed it from his pocket and took off a light gray glove so that he could unlock it, eyes cast downwards.
 
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The pen lingered on the screen for awhile till he wrote, "They say all kinds of stuf. Mostlee stuf that tells me to kill myself lik tuching the wall. Stuf that brings me down... I dont wanna talk about what they say to bring mme down. I dont want to make you feel bad. But theres one voyce who is nice to me and ther gon now... I dont no wher they went." Why the hell did you have to go and tell her all that?... She's gonna abandon you now... He stared at the ground.


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Instead, a tiny warm hand patted the boy's head. Looking up, Chrissy's face was sweet and comforting, something a nurse like herself gains from their experience at work. "You don't have to tell me anymore of you don't want to. But, just know, if that nice voice is gone... Id like to make up for it, if you'd let me?" She flashed another cute grin, standing and helping the boy up onto his feet as well. "Like I said, you're safe with me. If those voices bother you, just know you have someone to talk to, alright?" Chrissy cocked her head to the side, eyes closing into a full, happy little smile.


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Val stared at her and a huge smiled appeared on his face as hugged her. He let go of her and wrote, "All right! Thanq u Crissy! Lets go now. For reel this time."


@Cherrywitch Really, really short post Im sorry. I have a HUGE migraine at the moment and need to sleep. See ya guys!
 
About an hour ago, Tannis had crossed the border from Suprera into Trera. They kept in the back of their mind a few tips from other officers where any LAST members might be hiding, closer to the wall. So that's where they were headed. They kept a tight hold on the strap of the suspiciously large bag slung over their shoulder, but anyone who looked like they might even want to ask about it was scared off by their dark stare and practiced, almost marching walk.


A few blocks away from the wall, Tannis looked up to the rooftops of the surrounding buildings, trying to find a suitable nest. Not many buildings in this part of town were tall enough to make a good vantage point, so it looks like they'd be doing this on foot, with a pistol and wit instead of a rifle. That's just too bad.


They took a sharp left and circled back a block or two until they found a little motel with decent rooms and reasonable prices. If they were going to be here a while, might as well have a place to come back to. Tannis took the key to the room, smiling a little as they realized the woman behind the counter sighed in relief when she thought they stopped paying attention. Inside, they carefully placed their gun bag on the floor next to the bed (the opposite side of the door, of course) and opened it, revealing a sniper rifle and it's matching silencer, and a small sidearm, along with a large, pointed machete stashed in a side pocket. They pulled out the pistol, tucking it in their belt and hiding under their jacket.


Closing and stowing the bag under the bed, Tannis locked up the room as they left, heading back towards the wall between Trera and Deadman's Land, on the hunt for any LAST member dumb enough to cross their path.


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"Haha, alright alright." Chrissy gave him a small hug back before letting go and holding out her hand. "Holding my hand isn't going to help you walk, you're still doing it yourself, but at least I won't speed off again. It's more for me than you." She smiled honestly up at him, but it faded quickly. The scientist stopped to touch the back of her neck, moving her short hair to reveal a square metal piece drilled into her. A nerve monitor.


"I feel like something bad is going to happen... Let's hurry okay?"


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(@robotjack Superioralis' town is called Suprera and Trialis' is called Trera just so you know. :P Minumalis' is just known as Deadman's Land.)
 
(Prepare for a string of posts that don't involve anyone before I can fit someone else into a post, or something.)


Camellia waited. It wasn't new, and it didn't bother her. It was better than yesterday. She sits against the wall, in an alley of the space between two standing buildings. They were the only two buildings in the section of the fallen apart hell they stood in, since two gangs immediately claimed the houses and protected them furiously.


In comparison, Camellia had needed to stop somewhere when her left leg had started to hurt profusely. She unknowingly stopped in between the buildings, deciding to stay there for the night. One person discovered her in the late afternoon, and the gangs came together for the purpose of beating Camellia. It wasn't too severe, but it hurt, and whatever confidence she had was temporarily dampened. After they had gone inside, Camellia lay still, curled up in a ball, trying to stem her wounds. She couldn't leave, nor could she stand.


She eventually fell asleep. When she woke up, it was just after she'd fallen asleep. One of the gang members was bandaging her wounds. They talked a lot that night, but one exchange stuck in her head the most. "I don't know why we did it. None of us did after it had been done. These are hard times, and I guess we let them get to us. I'm sorry," the gangster said. Camellia shakes her head. "No, don't apologise. I understand." The guy opens his mouth to comment, but Camellia gives him a sharp look. "Ok," he says.


Now, they stopped interacting with her in general.
 
Victor finally reached his destination. It could be seen from the wall, but it wasn't so close for average military forces to be a threat. Victor expertly backed the truck into a slim ally between what used to be a garage and probably a gas station. They were in such a state of disrepair, he couldn't tell.


He turned the vehicle off and exited it. He walked to the back and looked up at the rooftops. He raised his voice as he said, "Lima. Foxtrot. Penny. Necro. Five. Duck." It was a code phrase for the LAST cell stationed here to verify it was him. Shortly after he said the words, several armed rebels spilled into the ally from the back doors of the two buildings.


Victor greeted them with a smile. The rebels exhibited signs of relief when they approached him. Victor frowned slightly. Not a good sign. "I had to get creative this time. They found the tunnel at Olympic street. Thank God I wasn't there." He turned to a rebel. "You got a knife?"


The rebel replied, "Sure." and held out a makeshift blade. It appeared to be made from a butterknife. Victor gave him a funny look at first but took it. He immediately turned and gutted the seat cushion. Cartridges of various types spilled out. "There you go, boys. There's more where that came from." The rebels got to work picking the bullets from the rest of the trucks seats while one handed him a cigarette. Victor accepted it and lit it up while the truck was unloaded.
 
A message from his father. Laz paused near the buildings that ran down the street, adjacent to one another, standing stony in the mid-day sun. He sighed, and brushed the white strands of hair away from his face out of habit as his features turned to a scowl. Messages from his father always provided him with another reason to feel stressed; the delicately indited words meant out of care made him know not how to respond but with curt, cruel commentary and unnecessary frustration. So he had ceased replying, for only a few weeks now but that was still something. Besides, he was supposed to start Cognitive-Behavioral Therapy a day or two from now, and that would be his excuse for not getting back to his parent. He had an appointment scheduled despite feeling as though he did not require help dealing with his Mysophobia in any way or form.


No, he did not need guidance; he was simply conscious about germs, and nobody else was. That had to be right. That is what he had always believed.


Someone ambled past him and he flinched out of his thoughts, pocketing his phone and straightening his tie. He wore suits as often as possible when he was not at home, as otherwise he received looks because of his ever present gloves. Traveling to the coffee shop, he stood a good distance from the person who would be ordering before him. Twice he was asked if he was in line, and he would give a nod and a few words to say that he was, his voice smooth and steady, taking a confident step forwards only to wait as casually as possible for some distance between himself and those around him as the line moved up.


For midday during a week day, the shop had quite the morning lineup, and Lazarus was glad to exit twenty or so minutes later having eaten in solitude on a table outside, thoroughly disgusted that he could not wipe it down with Lysol wipes before seating. Because he left his Lysol wipes in his bag. Which was at home. Along with all his other cleanly items.


He disposed of his trash properly and set back on the path to the Hospital, walking at a steady, almost hurried pace despite still having over half an hour to kill before he really needed to be back.
 
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Val nods, holding her hand tighter. They walk in the alley for a while before they finally reached an opening. Val poked his head out and to the right to see a bright white building very far in the distance. To his left was many other buildings of different sizes and very bland color. This side of town wasn't very busy, and most of the people kept their eyes in front of them so a lot didn't notice the Trialis and Minumalis hiding away in the alley. Val viewed all the Trialis' before his eyes tempting to jump on. They were all taller then him and he almost did jump on one before Chrissy pulled him back in. He turned to her and wrote, "Wher do we go now?"


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Chrissy gave a quick point of her index finger towards the wider alley across the street, it seemingly deserted and the buildings on either side built of brick and cement. "There. It's right in that alleyway. We just have to cross the street unnoticed." She whispered softly, gripping his hand tighter.


Chrissy felt cold, she could just sense something was going to go wrong when they were so close. It was the last and biggest hurdle, but could they jump over it as easily as all the others? The scientist wasn't sure. Her calculations were foggy, because you couldn't put human nature into a formula. That's why she preferred robots and androids. They were game and set, but humans are finicky. She couldn't pinpoint what any of them would do at any given moment, and that only made the girl more worried. Chrissy glanced up at Val. He was only a few inches taller, so she couldn't pretend she was his child like she did with other escapee minumalis she brought in. They would just have to cross their fingers and hope for the best.


"Alright. It's clearing out because it's lunchtime, people are going in to get food. Let's go." Chrissy held onto the boy's hand tight, keeping her pace brisk but slow enough so he could keep up. Just a little farther...





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(@SpooksinaBox I think Laz could jump on in now. ^^)
 
Laz continued down his path, face vacant and calm, if not a little on the pessimistic side. Despite his look, he was lost in thought, mostly about what he would say to those he was working with, positive that by the time lunch was over what he had said to a patient's mother would have spread like wildfire. He did hope he had not done something to damage the Hospital's prestige, when honestly he just had not wanted to go through the crap of explaining his phobia. The lack of focus landed him in a spot where he was not entirely watching where he was going. Which would have been fine under other circumstances, because most people around the area- while avoiding eye contact or interaction- at least made sure they were not going to walk straight into someone else.


But that was speaking for almost everyone; for the moment, this did not include Lazarus. He found he was passing an alleyway, one that had no significance to him besides that he had another two blocks to reach the Hospital, and halted practically in the path of two people- a boy and a girl, moving faster than he had been. Laz looked at them a second a brunette girl and a blonde boy, immediately guessing that they were both younger than him and of a lower position in regards to societal status. He backed up a step, and said quite simply, in actuality mostly to remind himself but saying the words quite clearly to them both, "Watch where you're going."


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Val stopped in his tracks and looked at the white haired male before Chrissy and him. His grip loosens a bit from their hand holding... This is the first tall human that's talked to him since he got here. The temptation to jump on this one was going through the roofs! Stop hesitating and just jump on 'im already. Val does exactly that as he lets go of Chrissy's hand, his tongue lazily falls out like a dog as he jumps atop of the male. It looks like you're going to lick 'im. Please don't. He wouldn't. He wasn't an actual dog.


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