Post Apocalyptic (Closed)

[Sarah Blume]

Everyone shook their head and gave him consent to use his knife. Sarah began helping with the food, joking with the girls and whispering to them quietly.


"So, Mask... how about telling me your story from the beginning." She looked over at the Russian, giving him the 'you're next buster' look, one of the girls laughed to herself as he had gotten Sarah's "mom" look.

 

[RibRipper]

Mask sounds a bit surprised and excited at the same time when he asks "You want my story, eh?" he reaches into his backpack, pulling out a sharp, Swiss army knife. He begins to cut the lids off of the top of the cans of beans. "Saddle up, itsa long one." he says with a grin. "Way back befer all this... monster stuff happened', I was the only child of two loving parents. My pa was about as southern' as yah can get, and my ma was half Indian." he finishes a can, laying it to the side... starting up on his story again. "I aint been to school, my pa taught me everythin'. He was an army vet, and he didn't have no job... so we stayed in the thick of the woods most the time." he looked down, his grin turning into a frown "One day... them monsters showed up. I was out... messin' around with somethin', I don't damn near remember... came back home to find both of my parents dead." he starts opening the cans again, his expression more neutral now. "I've since then been makin' my mark as a mercenary, aint got no home, aint got not friends, just a lone gunman makin' a livin'." He takes off his mask, revealing his brown eyes and a small scar above his right eyebrow. He then points to the Russian man. "This boy right here is my ticket outa this hell on earth... his pa promised me safety on his farm in exchange fer bringin' his son home... only catch is I gotta marry his daughter too." He chuckles off his last statement. Mask has completed opening all of the cans, he sits back, and his grin has came back to his face.


The Russian man moves his focus to mask's pocket knife... still looking very angry.

 

[Sarah Blume]

Sarah listened intently, nodding along with his words. A few others lent an ear as well, but tried not to act like they were getting into Sarah's business. She sighed and thought about her own life for a second and chuckled. "Yah you've had it rough... I'm sorry, but it's good to know you've been surviving out here all this time." She looked up to meet his eyes with a sincere smile, one of the girls takes a can of beans to heat by the fire. Sarah turns her body to the Russian now, a smile still on her face. "Alright it's your turn... and I don't want any crazy talk understand? If you still don't feel up to talking, we could take this somewhere private." She gave a side glance to Mask, just referring to him as a discomfort for the angry man. "But, if you choose not to talk I have no choice but to believe the cowboy."

 

[RibRipper]

The Russian man looks around the room, and without hesitation, he runs through the fire and tackles mask. The Russian's pants seem to have caught fire, but he ignores it, keeping his full focus on Mask. About three cans of beans are knocked away. The Russian grips onto the knife, both Mask and him fight over it.


Mask is caught off guard, he grunts as he fights for his knife. "D-damn it, boy!" he yells out.

 

[Sarah Blume]

Everyone but the angry man was on their feet, Sarah already reacting and going in so she could wrestle him off. One of the other men went for the knife so they got it out of his reach. With a grunt, Sarah wrapped her arms around his chest and managed to start gaining leverage and lifted him up along with the cowboy. Giving one og the girls a chance to grab Mask and pull him the other way.

 

[RibRipper]

Mask, now out of the Russian's reach, stands himself up. He is holding his right shoulder in pain, breathing deeply. He makes a motion to move in and help with the aggravated man, but he stops himself.


After a lot of feet kicking and arm throwing, the Russian man tenses up and stops, realizing he is caught.


"Now yah know why I been keepin' him tied up, Sarah." Mask yells out, still holding his shoulder. A bit of red starts to stain under his hand, but Mask still shows little pain.

 

[Sarah Blume]

Sarah had the Russian pinned beneath her now, she was breathing heavily from the sudden effort and the lack of hydration. She used her free hand to move the hair from her face as she nodded. "I think, I'm starting to figure out who to trust... He does have the making to be an angsty teen. I should know-" She scoffed, eyeing his shoulder... "Donivan... Get the straps and bind this man, but make sure he's fed." One of the men, a red head, stepped into Sarah's place as another person handed him some cuffs and binds that resembled belts.


One of the girls noticed Mask's wounds and became flustered, Sarah soothed her after retrieving her pack. "I'm sorry, if I hadn't have pushed it you wouldn't have gotten hurt... so please allow me to dress the wound...?" She looked a bit guilty as she pulled out some bandages with a 'I'm reeeeeaaaaaaally sorry' smile.


((I didn't see your post I'm so sorry!!!!!!))

 

[RibRipper]

Mask's pain finally kicks in, and his face cringes in pain. He stays stood up, keeping pressure on his shoulder. He grunts, holding his other arm up slightly in hesitation. "Don't be beatin' yourself up about it, Sarah." He lowers his arm, letting out a sigh. "I aint even sure if it was your push that cut me either way, most likely it was my dear friend right cher." He says, glaring at the Russian man being tied. Mask takes a step back "You aint gotta fix me up, aint that bad of a wound either way... please, enjoy yourself out cher, whilst I go rest and heal up..."


The Russian man struggles only slightly, but all in all he stays put as he is tied up. His face growing a little saddend now.


(Haha, think nothing of it.)

 

[Sarah Blume]

Sarah frowned a bit, but shook her head. "It's obvious that it hurts... Please, we can call it even afterwards... I stop the bleeding, you give us your space to rest." The others nodded and thanked him, a few of them have him looks that seemed to say 'just accept buddy, she ain't going to take no for an answer' and during the same moment Sarah was already trying to strip him down to gain access to the wound. "During times like these, blood isn't an option anymore." She had a joking tone, but her eyes were very serious... And scared. She looked up at him slightly and just smiled, shrugging a bit.


The angry looking man watched her with a brooding face, his eyes trailing to the Russian and then to Mask.

 

[RibRipper]

Mask, holding a disappointing and ashamed look on his face, lets Sarah see the damages. The wound does not look too good, it looks like the knife cut all the way to bone. It is hard to tell, but his shoulder blade looks to be in tact. There was a single cut mark on it, however. "It aint nothin' but a scar, Sarah. I can take care of it in no time. You and your group don't need to be worryin' bout me." Masks says in a serious tone, looking forward at the group with a blank expression fixated on his face.

 

[Sarah Blume]

Sarah hissed... "You'll need stitches, Donivan get me some alcohol..." He handed her some from his own med pack, all while Sarah was ushering Mask into the back of the station.


"Heh... He got you pretty good huh? Mask, I'm sure you can take of yourself but don't pass up a situation where you don't have too..." She looked a bit pained, this has happened to Sarah before after all. "Just, ask for help if you need it... There's no shame in that." She whispered, trying to act serious as she propped him up for treatment. Even though they all just met, and there really was no reason to be so trusting this soon into the encounter, Sarah felt obligated to help this man for some reason.

 

[RibRipper]

He shakes his head again, his face tenses up in pain a few times as he walks. "Eeeeh, yer right I guess. I don't get worked on medically, unless it is myself doin' it most the time... unless you count my Pa who taught me how to. I work alone, remember?" he says, trying to lighten the mood. "I ain't even seen it yet, how bad is it?" he asks.

 

[Sarah Blume]

She cringes and fakes a smile. "It's fine! Fine... Just don't look at it ok?" She sits him down and lays out the equipment for stitches and cleaning, she picks up the achohol and gives him a hesitant look. "So, you know I have to do this right...? I just want you to be prepared for it, I don't like this part either... Receiving or giving." Sarah then gave him a rag, motioning for him to bite down on it while she disinfected the wound.


( sorry for all the typos im on my cell phone for a while)

 

[RibRipper]

He chuckles at the question, replying "Sarah, I already told yah not to worry bout me none, I can take it." he bites down on the rag, giving Sarah the nod to go right on ahead. He looks forward and tenses up a little in preparation.


(you're fine )

 

[Sarah Blume]

She dips the needle into the liquid and put it aside, then went on to grab some clean cloth and the bottle. Sarah winced as she poured the alcohol over the cut and then quickly applied pressure to try and ease the pain. She continued this until the wound was sufficiently clean, then she grabbed the already prepared needle and doused it once more before she began the stitches. She was swift and it was over almost as soon as it began... She then wrapped the wound up tightly, looking like she was about to cry. "Alright, this should be efficient enough..."

 

[RibRipper]

The alcohol cause Mask to tense up even more and grunt in pain, he stays as still as he cam, though. He chuckles as best as he can after Sarah's statement. "I'm sure as hell glad yah talked me into lettin' you do this... you work that med kit like a fiddle." He smirks as best as he can, although it dies quickly when he notices Sarah's expression "Er, you alright, Sarah?" he asks, raising an eyebrow and tilting his head to the right just a little bit.

 

[Sarah Blume]

"Hm?... Oh!" She laughed and wiped her eyes, a smile returning to her face as she cleaned up the area a bit. "Yeah, I'm fine... Thank you. Just, I don't like blood y'know... Heh" she shrugs and puts the supplies into her pack. "Glad I could help you out a bit, hey lets go see if dinner is ready... I'm starving" she kept a light hearted attitude around him, smiling as if the world could never wear her down.

 

[RibRipper]

He smiles again, shaking his head for the millionth time. "Well shucks, that right there only makes me feel more grateful for yah helpin' me out. You certainly earned that dinner... and my friendship." He stands up, stretching his back out... trying his best not to move his shoulder to much.

 

[Sarah Blume]

She nods, stretching herself out as well with a soft grunt as her muscles nagged her with a few aches. She lead the way out of the door, everyone greeted them happily as they already had their meals made. The sick were being tended, the Russian was trying to be spoon fed by Donivan, a few girls were enjoying themselves by the fire as Sarah joined them. They teased her a bit, causing her to blush and seat at them. The angry looking man from before watched Mask with a sneer as he ate some instant mashed potatoes.

 

[RibRipper]

The Russian man looks depressed as he is still tied, being fed the food. He does not even bat an eye to either Sarah or Mask as they enter the room.


Mask finds a clear spot by the fire to sit down, he grunts a tad under his breath as he accidentally hurts his shoulder while sitting. He sits down, and regrows his smile as he scans the room, letting out a sigh. "Color me impressed, y'all readied everythin' quicker than a chipmunk who had a few swigs of coffee." He sits back as best he can, getting comfortable. He does, however, check his backpack... counting all of his possessions to be sure nothing was stolen while he was in the back room getting fixed up.

 

[Sarah Blume]

"Yeah, only the best around here..." Sarah laughs slightly as she began to eat her meal. One of the girls handed Mask his meal and started some small talk with him. They all just laughed and talked for a bit around the fire, once in a while Sarah would whisper a few orders to one of the group members from time to time... Once she had finished eating, Sarah stood up and looked to the angry man, he was brunette and covered in freckles. He was still brooding to himself, so Sarah went over and sat beside him for a bit. Instantly he seemed happier and more open towards her.

 

[RibRipper]

Mask takes his food, thanking the woman promptly for it. He eats like crazy, downing the entire thing in a few minutes. This makes the small talk with the woman have delays for his replies.. as he transitions from crazy eater to Mask. He surprisingly did not make a mess at all. Once he finishes, he looks back at the group with a smirk on his face, scanning the room happily. He pauses for a shorty moment, his expression turning into a more neutral or saddened one... but he doesn't say anything on the matter. He does, however, dig into his backpack, moving around various items. "Y'all like music?" he asks, loud enough so everyone could hear him.


The Russian man does a disgusted sigh at the question.

 

[Sarah Blume]

Sarah chats a bit with the man, looking up at the mention of some music... Everyone cheers up a bit as they all wait for a lifting tune... Sarah does as well, which angers the man again. She perks up. "Um, I'm sure we wild all love some music... But only for a bit alright? It'll be dark soon."

 

[RibRipper]

Mask continues to rummage thru his backpack furiously. He takes a out a few things to get out of his way (a box of matches, the arrows, and a book that is too worn to read the cover). After about two minutes of searching, he sits back with a sigh. "I'm afraid I ain't got my harmonica no more or somethin', sorry for gettin' y'all excited for nothin'." Mask exclaims, his voice saddened and tired.


The Russian man grins when he hears Mask can't find it.

 

[Sarah Blume]

They all look a bit disappointed but assured him it was alright, it was the thought that counted. They looked amongst each other for anything else they could use, but after a pause they all glanced at Sarah who was glaring at them. They all knew that Carriers weren't supposed to take personal items with them (although they all did, even Sarah) but she didn't want anyone admitting it, because then it would be true that they all broke a rule.


Sarah stood, the man beside her got disappointed and went back to his own world. "Alright then, I suppose then it's time for sleep... I'll take first watch." She then headed over to the fire, "c'mon gimme the caffeine pills..." Several of the group members looked VERY worried... One of the girls protested.


-"Sarah, this is the third night you've been without sleep... Let one of us take watch..."- they all knew why she was taking such a responsibility... She was blaming herself for the near death of the two sick members of the group.