Realistic or Modern The Dead Hills - IC

[idalie]

ARCHIE "THE SCOTSMAN" MCKEEGAN​

The exasperated shout from the doctor kept Archie on his toes, putting up one hand and pressing one to his stomach with the other. "Alright! Bajesus, you could use a fuckin' nap. Eyes look like piss-holes in the snow." The Scotsman scoffed, although glanced about and caught Milly by the arm. "Hey, wait for me, alright? I got somethin' fer you." He winked, although continued to move into the doctors practice with the same attitude as an animal entering marked territory. "Right, how 'bout you just take my blood pressure and I can go fuck off. Ain't nothin' more to it. If I was bit, I'd be walkin' with the dead." The big lumberjack had something to hide, it wasn't hard to take note of his attitude. Rocking back and forth on his heels whilst standing in Zelda's office impatiently.

"We all got work to do love, ain't we? I promised to help a load of lads dig up a trench for the plumbin'." He bit the inside of his cheek, and hastily suppressed the movement beneath the flannel, accompanied by a muffled 'cluck' as McKeegan cleared his throat. "I really am fine." Archie sniffed, glancing back at the door and again to the slightly squished concealed animal. "Yeah, y'know I should get goin'. Just tell Mack it was nothin' special, honestly, I trust Jennifer's mediocre medical skills. Probably gonna catch Ebola or somethin' but that shit don't bother me." Slowly the Scotsman began to shuffle back, "And uh, you should throw up. It'd probably help with the whole ... soberin' up business."

Rumble Fish

 

[Rumble Fish]

Milly McDonald
Zelda Williams ​

"Get in the fucking office, ya pubed faced bastard." She snapped as the man walked in, almost slamming the door on Milly as she quickly scuttled in behind him. "Oh, sorry, doll." She said, only getting a jerky nod from the girl as she opened and nibbled on her smarties. Milly's baby blue eye turned to Archie. She was not happy still being in this office but she was curious. What did Archie have that he wanted to give her? She sat on the desk as Zelda, grumbling under her breath, put the black band around Archie's bicep to take his blood pressure. She looked at the man, furrowing her black and shaggy eyebrows at his behavior. He seemed anxious about something and jittery. "Um... no, Mack told me I'm supposed to do your-" She was cut off by the man as he started rambling again.

A sound from the man's... chest caught her attention. Wait... was that a cluck? The woman's head shot up to look Archie dead in the eye. "...What do you have?" She asked bluntly, no trace of sarcasm. He deflected again telling her to hurry up. "No- seriously what are you-?" She got stopped again as he mentioned she should throw up?! That did it, Zed shot to the door, yanking a key from her pocket and swiftly locking it. "Nah." She said simply before glaring at the man (though she really did feel like she was going to throw up) "You're no' going anywhere until you show me what that is!" She watched his jittery behavior again. "Either that or I tell Mack you're on crack or something cause that's what it looks like to me!" She snapped. The bastard had some kind of animal under his shirt and he really thought she was stupid enough to not notice? Fuck sake...

Milly, meanwhile was watching everything from the corner of the room, her eyes darting back and forth. She was thoroughly confused, "...Archie?" she asked worryingly. She did not like Zelda shouting like that, but she had a point. Though Milly knew not to tell Archie that, she could feel the tension between them. Milly simply hummed and preened her bear's head to try and distract herself from what was going on.
idalie

 

[Peacemaker .45]

Both Jennifer and Mack kept their weapons pointed at the girl. She claimed she wasn’t one of them. Mack was inclined to agree she wasn’t. But, he still wasn’t convinced she wasn’t of concern.

“Jennifer,” Mack started, still keeping his gun pointed at the girl, “Haeredes Helios, they’re our priority right now. I’ll handle the girl. Get into position and take those son’s of bitches out.”

“Dad,” she shot back, “this isn’t the time to be keeping a hostage.”

“Yeah it ain’t, but I not going to shoot her. But those people, Haeredes Helios, they’ll shoot us both. Position now. Fire,” he said sternly.

“Damn it,” she said reluctantly, running to her prior position.

“Sorry, girl,” Mack said as Jennifer ran to position. “I’m not taking any chances. I can’t trust a stranger right now. Trust is earned, not given. Follow what we do, maybe you’ll earn some.”

“Holy shit! Dad,” Jennifer called out quietly to her father.

“What is it,” he responded, keeping his eyes and gun on the girl.

“They’re killing a white horse. And there’s far more now,” the woman said, looking at her father.

“Fuck,” he exclaimed.

“Wait, hold on. They... they’ve got a person tied to some sort of pole at the base of the dead horse. And..,” she girl tried to focus on what was going on. “It seems like a few are spreading blood around, and another is pouring gas, I think, around the circle behind the blood.”

“We.. I’ve never seen anything like this. I don’t have a clue what the fuck they’re doing,” Mack replied in disbelief. He still kept the gun pointed at the girl.

“What do I do, dad,” she asked her father, not looking through her optic at the group. “ I can stop them, shoot them before they kill this guy.”

“Don’t shoot. We need to see what the hell happens. And there’s too many to fire upon, even with the distance and element of surprise,” he said to Jennifer.

“Dad, I can stop them from killing the guy,” she shot back at him.

“Don’t argue with me, Jennifer,” he yelled at her, before turning to the girl.

“Okay, listen up. I’m not killing you, but I don’t trust you yet. But I can’t trust you. Move forward towards the truck more. Keep your hands out in front of you and on the truck. Go.”

As Mack finished the sentence, Jennifer gasped while looking through the optic on her rifle.

“Holy fuck! They set the guy, the horses, and circle on fire, and they’re standing in a circle around it, arms up, holding hands. What kind of fucking sick shit is this,” the girl had said in disbelief, putting her rifle down and looking at her father.

“That’s them, Jennifer. They do suck shit. That’s the nature of cults like theirs. Just watch them, okay?”

Unsatisfied with his answer, Jennifer picked up her rifle and continued to watch the cult.

“Okay, you, girl,” Mack said to the hostage. “Okay, lets start over. What is your name? Why are you here? Do you know who Haeredes Helios is? Do you know who the Mountaineers are? Do you know about the nuclear detonations? Or the group behind them. What do you know? Why should I trust you?”

Megeara

 

[idalie]

ARCHIE "THE SCOTSMAN" MCKEEGAN​

Staring off well enough, his blood pressure taken before slithering off to try leaving it quickly continued to go downhill. Like a good cop, bad cop situation - and Zelda had pinned him with those beady eyes of hers. Although, he doubted there'd be a good cop emerging at any point in the conversation. She was angry, hungover, and not bad with a scalpel scarily enough. Thus, stuck between the doctor's insults, a locked door, and a series of ongoing bad decisions Archie clutched at his chest; putting his hands up in surrender. "Alright! Alright! Don't shout! You're scarin' the little lass over there!" He responded, but as soon as the big woodsman did so, the chicken's head popped from one of McKeegan's buttons. A black-feathered ball of fluff with a beak, who immediately began to squark and bat its wings escaping from beneath the clothing.

"GET THE CHICKEN." Was his only call as McKeegan dived towards the speedy bird, wrapping his arms around it, only for the animal to start flapping upwards - Archie's hand wrapped around its singular leg. The other one evidently hadn't formed properly. Half a stump of attempted growth was what remained. "I can't believe you had to go and - ask what was under - THE SHIRT!" He grimaced as it made a getaway for the second time, running around Zelda's legs whilst the Scotsman crawled on his hands and knees after it.

As it was happening, the bumping and activity of the animal had caused the tumble of a picture frame. Thus, pinning down and picking up the feathery creature, glass shattered to punctuate the background of his mad race to get the poor thing under control. "What was that then?" Twisting to look over his shoulder, chicken safely tucked under his arm, Archie picked up the frame gently and gazed momentarily at the faces which peered back. A family. Happier days, and a happier Zelda.

Rumble Fish

 

[Rumble Fish]

Milly McDonald
Zelda Williams​

Milly looked between the two worryingly. Zelda was clearly angry and not willing to put up with Archie's excuses. She watched as Archie put his hands up in surrender but just as she did, everything just became more chaotic and loud- the two things Milly never wanted. Zelda, still holding her ground suddenly saw a head appear through the man's shirt. With two beady eyes, a beak and- "AAAHH!" She yowled as she leaped back. No! Not a chicken! As she jumped back, she felt the back of her head hit the wall.

"Son of a- AHH!" She jumped again as the giant pillow with a beak started squawking as it tried to escape from Archie's clothing. "Naw! Don't let it- Oh for FUCK SAKE!" She kept jumping around as the chicken escaped, followed by Archie crawling along the floor like a madman trying to catch it. The little beast seemed weirdly interested in her legs as it kept making a beeline for them! Thirty-odd years of repressed bird phobia was rearing its ugly head. Zed had been attacked by a swan when she was a toddler and since then hated anything that had wings. While all this chaos was ensuing, Milly made the wise choice to stand in the corner and simply wait it out. She found the whole situation, the screaming chicken, Archie scrambling around the floor and Zelda practically losing her mind quite... humorous. She giggled a little at how ridiculous it all seemed. At least, she did find it funny until the sound of breaking glass seemed to cause everything to stop.

Zelda stopped moving around at the sound. The only thing that was glass in this office was... Oh no. She turned to see Archie holding her photo frame! "Give me that!" She snapped, snatching it from him. Upon looking at the picture, she let out a distressed gasp. The glass had been completely smashed. She could only just see the picture under it. The one they took on a holiday to Canada, behind the Niagra Falls... before her mother had died. It had been one of the happiest times of her life... and she ruined it. Completely.

Milly could see that the woman was upset, but was unsure how to react. She took a step forward gingerly. "Um... Z-Zelda? Are you okay?" She squeaked, afraid of upsetting the woman. Zelda just glanced at her. "...Get out." She snarled through her teeth, her grip on the picture frame tightening. She could not handle this shit... hungover as fuck, her memories of that day being clear as day despite everything, their stinking attitudes, a fucking chicken and now her only keepsake of happier days had been broken! Milly took the woman's hint and took a few steps back towards the door. "A-Archie we should-" She was cut off by Archie asking Zelda what it was.

"GET OUTTA MY OFFICE!" Zelda suddenly screamed as she threw her arms in the air, causing Milly to jump back into Archie with the fright she got. Zelda ripped the door open and, having practically no control over her actions at this time, started shoving the large Scotsman out of the door, she did not have to do anything to Milly as she had took off out the door as soon as it was open and into the waiting room. "GET! OUT!" She roared at Archie, not listening to anything he might have said and once he was out, she slammed the door shut so hard it caused anything loose in the office to shudder. In the waiting room, Milly could not think of anything to say to Archie. She simply took the hen from him, who was happy to sit in her arms. She let out a cluck every now and again and tilted her head, as if also confused at what happened. Milly preened the bird's head, earning her a little peck on the cheek. She let out a small giggle before looking at the man, "...Thank you, Archie." She said softly, hoping that would help the man in some way.

Back inside the office, Zelda had slid against the wall, putting her head on her knees and shaking. This was just too much. She could not take it anymore. She wanted it to end! Right now! The only problem was, she had nothing with her that would do the job. Not after... last time. She did not even want to look at the picture now. She'd rather those times never happened because then she would not feel so terrible. She looked up over her knees for a moment, only to notice that the girl, Milly had dropped her bear. Most likely in the scramble to get out of the office. She snarled and grabbed it harshly, opening the door for a moment to throw it down the hall into the waiting room before slamming the door shut and locking it. The woman sat back down angrily. She needed a fucking drink. She went to her drawer, mainly full of clothes but under it was a bottle of red wine she had managed to smuggle in. Uncapping it, she sat back down, glad the door was locked. She didn't want anyone in here, or for anyone to see her. In a way, she was relieved that Jason and Mark were gone because she did not want to imagine what they would think of her now. They wouldn't want to know her. Why would anyone want to?
idalie

 

[Emotional Enigma]

Calliope & Daniel McCallister Clarksburg, WV​

Daniel swatted at tall weeds peeking out off the trail. His stomach whined with hunger and his feet were raw from the journey. They had been walking since the sun rose in the early hours of the day and the night hadn't been well either. They slept in a barn on bricks of hay. Not the least comfortable, Daniel had thought, but it was still on the list of the worst makeshift beds. It was better than sleeping on concrete or hardwood flooring, which had been the bed the nights before. Food-wise, Calliope and Daniel were surviving on cans of spaghetti-o's and fruit, breakfast bars, smalls bags of chips and bottles of water. It didn't take a rocket scientist though to see how quick their supplies were dwindling. How long would it be before they were completely out? Calliope wasn't being truthful with him and he knew it. The further they walked, the more grim the future looked and the more their options disappeared. Luckily for them, one thing they had on their side was the weather. At least it wasn't bitterly cold but even so, Calliope was prepared. She always was. She always thought seven steps ahead.

Calliope eyeballed Daniel. She couldn't remember the last time they had just sat down and relaxed. After watching her family ordeal she didn't think she'd ever be able to "just sit down and relax" ever again. The sun was still high in the sky but she began searching the surrounding woods for a good place to camp out. She knew as soon as night fell it would get cold and dangerous.
"Hey Danny," she watched him glance over to her, "What do you think Barry Allen would do if faced with a hoard of zombies?" It was kind of masochistic in a satire way to talk about a very real and ever so eminent fate, as a what if game, but it often helped Daniel think that there could be end to it all one day. It also gave Calliope hope that this wouldn't always be their fate and that maybe somewhere they'd be safe again. Even as they seemed to find better and safer places to stay, suicide seemed like such a great option. Not for Daniel, but rather Calliope herself. It was hard being strong for him, it was hard just being strong enough for herself. And the constant anxiety and always looking over her shoulder was taking a big toll on her. As blissful as final death seemed, she couldn't bare the thought of leaving Daniel to fend for himself against her animated corpse or alone in the wilderness. Daniel still had a hard time peeing in the dark for fear of getting it bitten off. "Barry Allen is trash, Cali" Daniel grimaced and slapped another tall weed with his skinny twig but he was participating which was a good sign, "Wally West would go back in time and stop the zombie virus from ever happening. He'd save the world." He seemed low in spirit; the last sentence sounded so depressing. Calliope couldn't help but feel somehow responsible. She wasn't there for her mom, and now she was failing and being there emotionally for her brother.
"What if this is the world's way of saying this was meant to happen? If Wally West went back in time and changed the timeline, then what would happen in place of the zombie virus?" She poked at Daniel's side as she swayed in her walk her legs were incredibly tired. Daniel fought back a grin and didn't look at her as she poked him again playfully,
"You actually believe in things like destiny?" He smacked another weed, harder this time as if trying to expel the soon to come night cold, "Even if you could equate a series of events to some kind of sick, spiritual wheel of fortune, that would mean you're saying all those people were meant just to die." His face saddened then. He was no longer fighting to smile because the urge had completely dissipated, "Does that mean mom and dad were just meant to die?"
"Uhm," Calliope desperately tried to change the subject, "Hey, you believe in a guy who manipulates physics and cells on a quantum level. I don't think either of us are qualified to comment on any state of affairs." She tried to sound lighthearted but Daniel didn't seem to bite, "But no." She gave in, Daniel's pouting made it hard to ignore his puppy dog self, "I'm not saying mom and dad were meant to die, but maybe they were meant to protect us." This seemed to gain a reaction; Daniel looked at Calliope then. He clearly seemed reminiscent and apologetic but his lips remained pursed. Calliope elbowed his arm playfully,
"You have to admit, they did a damn good job." She smiled at him and saw him tucked away his own small grin. It was like another satire joke; the thought that the death of a loved one somehow gave you comfort. Daniel was too energetic of a kid to stay sad; he was too hopeful. The warmth of his hope was uplifting for Calliope on her darkest days.
As the sun began to set over the hills behind them, they reached a long driveway that spiraled towards a farm house. A large, red barn sat next to the house in a fenced in field. Calliope thought the field would be amazing to play soccer in, so full of lush grass and open. They walked to the gate and walked down the path, their shoes crunching on the dirt trail. The treeline stopped at the start of the driveway thus blocking some of the sunlight causing the house to look demented and decrepit. Calliope saw chills run up and down Daniel's arms, his ancient fear of the dark crawling in around him. She wrapped her arm around him as they walked,
"We'll stay in the barn. I know the house seems more comfortable but we can't take the risk of anything already living in there." As she said it she realized Daniel wasn't going to go in the house anyway. He didn't need convincing, the appearance of the house had already done the trick. As they laid down in the barn, Calliope pulled a lantern from her bag and lit it with a match. She knew it wouldn't burn all night but it served as a nightlight for Daniel most nights. Tonight they'd rest, and tomorrow their journey would start again.

 

[Lava]

Holly Smith
Location: Motel 79, Burnsville, 5th Street


It was pretty quiet here. She didn't like coming to town but the car was on E and she didn't really have much choice. It wasn't a big town and, unless a heard was passing through, or it was night time, she wasn't too worried about the zombies here overwhelming her. She had her pistol and hunting knife strapped to her belt. but carried absolutely nothing else apart from some garden hose tubing which was looped around her shoulder and a Jerry can which she had tied to her back with some rope looped around the container and her waist. She looked awful. Her face was deathly pale, her arm had a massive cut in it which was very crudely stitched together with some fishing string. She was going on day 4 of no Kevin and already she was starting to reconsider hoing against his argument for going to the big settlement they'd discovered months ago.

Her wound had been caused by a fall and a sharp rock when she had tried to save her best friends life and failed. Kevin was good at the whole doctor thing but Holly had struggled with it. The wound was full of puss and blood, and the stitches were all loose. Plus the friction from the bandage was starting to really hurt. Her whole arm throbbed with pain. She felt freezing cold, and her forehead felt hot enough to fry bacon. Holly wobbled and wavered as she walked through the car park of an old Motel. The big neon sign used to glow, but the lights were long dead, plus the 'M' from 'Motel' had actually fallen off and made a big crack in the cement. Her Land Rover was sitting within reach near the entrance to the place. Holly had to siphon some gas and then get the hell out before the very loud, very cool sound of her engine racked up the towns population with unwanted guests.

At this motel there was a total of 5 cars, two of which she had already siphoned over time. Next up was a little 2016 Kia Sportage. There was a terrible smell coming from the inside which threatened to make Holly turn around but instead she picked up her pace. The car door was slightly ajar and there was a very dead woman in the front seat. There was a handgun at her feet by the pedals and a very clear bullet hole in her head. it was either suicide or meant to look that way, regardless, Holly couldn't waste time thinking about it. She popped the gas tank lid and stuck the tubing deep down into the tank, the other end into her mouth. Holly sucked hard until the gas touched her tongue then quickly transferred the tubing to the canister and left it there till the petrol stopped flowing. She was lucky with this one, filled her canister till it overflowed, and eventually sent the tank in her car to just under half way full.

She wanted to fill it up again but unfortunately her vision was starting to get blurry and she really needed to sit down. Plus she could hear groaning in the background and she was definitely too vulnerable to deal with them right now.

40 minutes later she was at her campsite. She had set up at Rifle Run Campsite, well off the beaten track. Thankfully there had been a bunch of food in some of the camping trailers and she did not need to hunt. Honestly, it was amazing she managed to make the drive without passing out at the wheel or veering into a tree. She was so dizzy and nauseated that straight roads were beginning to look wonky to her.

Once she arrived she sat in her car for a good half an hour just trying to make the world stop spinning. "I'm going to die." She told herself over and over. There was a point within that half hour where she honest to god thought she was seeing Kevin in the passengers seat telling her she needed to get to where people were. Stupid idiot. Stupid right idiot.

Holly spent about five minutes packing up her things and putting them in her backback. She took Kevin's wallet with her too as it contained a few photographs she really wanted to keep. Once she was ready, she got back in the drivers seat and followed the shore of the Burnsville River. It took a long time, half because of her state, half because the track was actually extreamly daunting. There were falling logs, big stones, huge ruts, it was very hard to navigate without ruining the 4wd. A few bumps and dints later, Holly found herself at the fork of the river, with a guard tower in sight. She killed the engine once she thought she had gotten close enough to be seen or at least heard. She undid the bandage on her arm, hoping that would mean they wouldn't immediately think 'zombie bite' and shoot her, got out of her car and leant heavily against the door. Whoever was on guard duty better not just shoot on sight. THAT would really fuck up her day.
"I need...Help?" She attempted to call out, but her voice cracked half way through the word and it ended up sounding like nonsense.

 

[FireMaiden]

Sutton had turned out to be a bust for the most part. Salem and Addilyn had only been in town for two days, and after spending most of that time scavenging, she had found nothing that helped them. She could go far from the little house she picked as a temporary place to rest in fear of losing whatever she left there. Her car for example, which still had half a tank of gas left, or her baby stuff. Not like the baby stuff was in much danger of being taken, just...well, when people get desperate they prey on the weak. And eat baby food, which was surpsinging a hard item to find. Her car was hidden in an alley just large enough for her to park it there unnoticed. The house itself was connected to two other town houses, making it easy to search there, but the houses had nearly been picked clean, and Salem suspects it's because of the groups rumoured to be in this area. She didn't know much about them, but she's seen some weird stuff while walking around town that didn't make much sense. Reguardless, she was packing up her stuff ready to leave. They could never stay in one place for to long or risk being found. Staying on the move was the best way to survive, and while sure, it was incontinent, it was the best she could do. Joining a group was out of the question, and Salem was trying to avoid everyone for Addilyn's sake.

It may not seem like the best idea, but it made sense. You never know what a group could do to you, so avoiding them was the best way to keep Addilyn safe. Though as she got older, perhaps Salem would consider joining other people. Speaking of which, something was going on out in the street. Looking down to Addilyn, who was alseep in her scarf carrier thing Salem fashioned, Salem peered out the window, in the perfect spot so she wasn't seen from the street. "What the hell?" She muttered to herself as she watched what was going on. It looked like a cult sacrifice but...that was crazy.

First off, who in their right mind would do something like that in the middle of an apocalypse? Like really, it doesn't make any sense, but oh. Oh my. Same covered her mouth with her hand as a wave of naseua washed over her. She couldn't believe what she was seeing, it really was a cult sacrifice. See, just another reason she avoided groups. This is exactly what she didn't want to have to deal with but here we go, leave it to the weird people of West Virginia to go and do something crazy.

"Oh god..." She almost instinctively took a step back from the window as the entire scene burst into flames. The horse, the guy, all the weird shit that they had set up just up in flames. The people around it started doing more weird shit, and Salem couldn't help but watch. What was even go8ng on? Who were the people? Why did they just set a guy in fire? These were questions that Salem hoped she'd never find out.

 

[Megeara]

Rynn stood there confused but listened to the man. She listened to his million questions and tried to answer a few times but was cut off. She she shifted towards the truck she looked over her shoulder over hearing all the chaos. Rynn stood by the old truck feeling the rust a bit and sighed.
"No I dont know anyone. I dont know really anything.. I'm here alone.." she trailed off and looked up from her feet and this man. "Why should you trust me? Because even though you have a gun in my face im so happy to see some real people." She smiled keeping her hands up. She has been alone for a good time. "And i catch on quick. What ever you need i can probably do.." She tried to keep her smile hoping to break the tension.
Peacemaker .45

 

[Peacemaker .45]

A bullet impacted the piece of log Jennifer had her rifle rested on. The round hit the wood, splintering the wood and shooting pieces of wood up into the air in front of Jennifer. The round went through it, the exit hole showing signs of keyholing.

“We’re spotted! Get down!” Jennifer yelled, pushing herself out of sight.

Mack, meanwhile, started getting behind Jennifer’s truck. Mack had lost sight of the girl.

“Where the fuck are they!?” Mack was visibly angry. He did not expect it. He knew this wasn’t good.

“We got a sharpshooter! I don’t have a damned clue where he is,” Jennifer replied, before running up to Mack. “Get in the woods. Split up. You, the woods, there,” Jennifer said, pointing her finger towards the wood where the girl came from.

“I’m heading up the woods over here. I need to get a vantage point and take them out,” said Jennifer, grabbing more magazines and her AR-15. “You said you wanted to test me,” Jennifer said to her father, who was giving her a look of confusion. “I’m going to prove to your ass I’m capable.”

Opening up the door, Jennifer sprinted to the other side of the road, where thick brush shielded her from sight. Sprinting through the brush, she grabbed branches, some thorn bushes, with a pair of yellow and black leather gloves. In the woods, there was one one walker in her way. Grabbing her knife, she kicked the walker, knocking it down, and sunk the knife into its skull. With it dead, she ran to a small clearing where she had a good vantage point of the road leading up to where her truck was.

Meanwhile, Mack checked his ammunition. He had enough magazines to fend off for awhile, given he conserved his ammunition. Swinging open the back door of the truck, he jumped out and ran into the woods. Haeredes Helios were rather easy to see. During the day, against mainly green backgrounds, their black robes. As soon as Mack saw one of them, he opened fire. Squeezing the trigger, the suppressed gunshot sounded like a whip cracking. The projectile still broke the sound barrier. As a result, the gun was still loud. But the report was quieter than it would have been unsuppressed.

Hearing the crack of the bullet, Jennifer quickly started to try and hone down on where the shot came from. Though her heart was pounding, her breathing rapid, she looked through the optic and found the number of black robed individuals. She took a breath in, and held it. She calmed her heart rate down, her body became calm. She squeezed the trigger of her SRS. The .338 Lapua Magnum round flew out of the gun, impacting one of Haeredes Helios in the head, it fracturing and disappearing. The round still continued traveling after passing through the first victim. It struck another one in the knee cap. They collapsed in pain. Jennifer them located the sharpshooter who ran on a building in the distance to get a better view on the battle. Jennifer, estimating the distance, held the rifle slightly above the target. The round sailed out of her barrel as she pulled the trigger, and red mist puffed up from where the shooter was.

Realizing that they were getting shot at by two different shooters, they began to scatter. Mack still fired, taking two down as they scattered. Jennifer quickly cycled the bolt. She ended the one on the ground. But as she did so, fire from underneath her started impacting around her. Jennifer got behind the tree, slung the SRS over her back and switched to her M&P-15 AR and began to return fire.

Crossfire ensued, but neither Jennifer or the other individual hit each other. As her last round fired, her bolt held open. Knowing she needed to change mags, she hit the magazine release, and caught the PMag falling, put it in a free pocket and grabbed a new one. As she began to insert the new mag into her gun, a kick hit her in the head. Momentarily, her vision blacked out. She was dazed. As her vision began to come back, she felt and man kneel down on her. She saw a knife in his hand. As it began to go down towards her, she freed her hand and grabbed the hand holding the knife. As she looked up at the man, all covered in robes, his head wrapped in a black balaclava, she managed to divert the knife into the ground next to her. The man fell as she let go of her hold on his hand. Jennifer then grabbed her knife and sunk it into the Helios member’s neck. He immediately grabbed his neck, the blood pouring on Jennifer’s clothing. Picking up her rifle, she finished him off.

Across the street in the woods Mack was in, more gunshots could be made out. Jennifer ran towards the road. She scanned the surrounding area before advancing into the woods ahead of her. Upon entering, she saw three men firing on her father. Jennifer, not being seen, unloaded on every individual. They were surprised, and didn’t see her. They lost their lives because of it.

“Dad,” Jennifer said as she ran to her father, who was clutching his arm.

“It’s nothing, sweetheart. Just a small graze,” Mack said before looking at her, her clothing soaked with blood. His eyes widened. “Were you hit?!”

“No,” Jennifer forced out, trying to catch her break, leaning forward with her hands on her knees. “One got the jump on me. Hand to hand. His blood.”

“Thank the Lord,” Mack said with a sigh of relief. “Help me up, now, instead of standing there, would ya?”

Jennifer walked forward and helped him up. He brushed the dirt off of his clothing, and grabbed out a piece of rubber from a doctor’s office to try and stop some bleeding.

“Okay,” he said grabbing his rifle from the ground. “I don’t know where that girl is. Too late now. Keep an eye out for her. But we still have supplies in town. With them dead, lets get into town and get this shit before heading home.”

“Really, dad,” she asked him with slight annoyance. “Even after that we have to get it?”

“If we don’t, someone else will,” he said back to her calmly.

Jennifer wanted to protest. But she didn’t. She felt as if that after the firefight, they could call it a day, as she had proven herself to him. Sure, maybe they need the supplies. But Jennifer didn’t understand why they had to get these supplies now. The two of them walked back to the truck and went into town. The truck rolled up to the scene of the ritual.

“What the fuck...” Jennifer muttered under her breath.

“The cult that follows Helios back when Ancient Greek was a thing, seemed to have a fondness with white horses. I’ve heard that these guys are always looking for white horses. Could be something to do with that here. But I’m not sure what this poor son of a bitch did to deserve it,” Mack stated, looking at the person.

Getting out of the truck, they walked closer to the ritual sight. Jennifer was disgusted, and her face showed it. Mack looked down with a blank face, simply shaking his head.

“H-h-help,” came from the pole.

Both Mack and Jennifer jumped slightly upon hearing this. They looked up at the man. His charred skin gave him a hellosh look. But the whites of his eyes stood out with all his black, burnt skin.

“You’re not dead,” Jennifer asked in shock.

“N-no. Kill me-e,” he replied.

“Why did Helios do this to you,” Mack asked, ignoring his request and pain.

“Dad, how can you interrogate him righ-“

“I spoke to them,” the man chimed in, causing Jennifer to stop and listen to him.

“Them,” she asked in response.

“The ‘judges,’ my answers are h-heresy!”

“The boogeyman,” Mack said silently, before returning attention to him. “What do you know.”

The man moved slightly on the pole. He winced in pain, wheezing as he tried to breathe.

“You w-won’t escape the coming fire,” he forced out.

Jennifer and Mack both looked at one another.

“Nukes,” Mack asked.

“Worse,” he replied. But as soon as he replied, he let out a painful scream. He fought the pain. But his wheezing ceased. His head fell down. He was dead.

“What could be worse than nukes,” Jennifer asked, slowly turning to Mack.

“I don’t know...,” he stated quietly in response. “But Helios knows. And that’s a problem. We need to find out what they know.”

“Agreed,” Jennifer replied, adjusting her backpack. “But how do we ask them? Do we know where they are?”

“No,” Sighed Mack. “We don’t know where they are, where anything with them is. We just know they appear. And they hate us. But we need to find out. But for now, we have a job to do. The supplies, loot. Now. Let’s go. Search the surrounding area. Check those townhouses there’s.”

“Okay,” nodded Jennifer, still with worry in her eyes.

Walking up to the townhouses, she went to the middle one. The door was locked. But Jennifer knew how to pick. And lo and behold, she popped it open. Walking inside, she didn’t see much from the front door. The girl considered just leaving and trying a different one. But she decided to check either way. Walking around the corner and into the next room, Jennifer was greeted by a girl, and what seemed to be a child. The woman quickly had drawn her gun, as it was her natural instinct. But as she looked, she saw the child was young. The woman didn’t look like she was a harmful individual. She lowered the gun slightly.

“Who are you? Are you someone with them,” Jennifer asked the girl, moving her head to the street where Helios was with the ritual. Jennifer didn’t feel that the girl was much a threat as is. But then again, a mother will protect her child at all costs.

“Why are you here,” she asked additionally, her voice relatively calm.


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Back at the Mountaintop...

“Dave,” a voice said, calling out to Dave, who was overlooking some of the new crops.

“What is it, Mike,” he yelled back to the guard, grabbing a small watermelon.

“There’s a girl coming. She looks injured,” he replied.

“So shoot her, put her out of her misery,” he responded bluntly.

“She’s young, Dave. I can’t kill her,” said Mike. “Should we just let her in so she can see one of the doctors?”

“Sure,” he said with a sigh, getting up and walking towards the gate. “Let her in.”

Dave walked towards the gate, and had taken his handgun out. He signaled Mike to get down. He got off of his guard tower and walked to the gate as it opened.

“Search her for weapons and disarm her,” he said, keeping his gun on her.

“Hello,” Dave said as the girl came into view. “Sorry about the gun and disarming. Can’t be too cautious these days. “Who are you and why are you here. Furthermore, how did you find us?”

Dave then looked at the girl’s injury. “Ooh, not looking like a good injury there. We have doctors who can fix that. But first I need you to explain who you are, what you want, why you’re here and how you found us. Then you can go get patched up. Depending on your answers, and when Mack gets back, we’ll see about you.”

Megeara Lava FireMaiden Rumble Fish

 

[Lava]

Holly Smith
Location: The Mountaineers Base
Mentions: Rumble Fish idalie

Holly stepped away from her car seeing the guns coming towards her. She raised her throbbing arms, co-operating with them. Her head was pounding and she had to focus on their words to take them in. She let them take her gun and her knife. She even told them that her rifle was in her backpack. and let them take that away from her. She wanted to survive, and if this was the only way, then there was nothing she could do about it. She doubted she'd be much of a threat even with her weapons.

The gun in her face was asking her questions. Holly cleared her dry throat and wet her lips with her tongue, before speaking "My name is Holly, I'm here because I want to avoid dying, so I took a chance." She paused "Uh, I've been camping along side this river for a few months. I noticed one of your guard towers while exploring... about.. about a mount or so ago." She cleared her throat again, trying to give her voice a bit more volume "I... I just want some help, that's all. My group is gone and I'm alone, and I just want some help." Her answer seemed to satisfy them for now as she was lead inside the complex.

Holly didn't pay too much attention to where she was going, it took all of her concentration just to look as though she could walk without leaning on anybody. The guns lead her to what she assumed was their medical center. As they approached she heard a whole lot of yelling and commotion. What is going on in there?. This was a little daunting all of a sudden. The door the the medical center was opened for her and she was ushered in. A young woman who's eyes were both milky and pupil-less, and an absolute giant of a man, towering over both of them. She looked at them for a moment and the found her voice "Is one of you the Doctor...?" She asked them. She learnt herself against the wall, glad to take the weight off her feet a little so she wasn't swaying on the spot. She'd been sick for 3 days now, and things were getting dire. "I need a little help." She told either of them, a shiver going through her body, her arm was throbbing unbearably.

 

[idalie]

ARCHIE "THE SCOTSMAN" MCKEEGAN​

The situation by some massive misfortune quickly became heated in the moments after securing the feathered creature. Yet the expression on Zelda's face as she gazed down at that broken picture frame, broke McKeegan with ease. "Lass - I'm sorry -" Halfway to resting his palm upon the shoulder of the melancholy doctor in reassurance and a number of apologies, Zed's tone became that of rage. Turning his head to Milly, Archie appeared to be in agreement. Wrath practically dripping from the doctor's lips with a snarl of disgruntlement; elevating her pitch till it became a scream. "Zelda, I'm sorry, I really am, - Zelda please -" One arm found itself wrapping around Milly as she backed up into him with fright, only to have the older woman continue to shove him. Even so, McKeegan didn't give much resistance, losing his balance slightly to stumble backwards till the lumberjack and his accomplice ended up standing outside the office.

Milly, taking the chicken and uttering her thanks which garnered a sad, slight smile from the big Scotsman. His eyes still locked on the door which stood between them and the lone doctor. Nevertheless, Archie gently ruffled Milly's hair and sighed to himself. Fingers pinching the bridge of his nose with slow and steady breaths whilst he continued to replay his stupidity over and over. "I ain't the brightest, huh?" He sucked the air through his teeth and groaned, dragging his hand upwards to rub at his forehead. "How was I supposed to know she didn't like chickens?" Inwardly though the grumble, he knew very well it'd be him trying to make amends or the doctor would most likely be sneaking cyanide into his drink and cooking up the hen in revenge ... that said, Zed didn't seem that bad. From what had come over her face, beneath the alcoholic there was a grieving mother and wife.

Archie approached the door, casting a shadow against it - tall and broad whilst rapping his knuckles in a resounding noise to attempt recalling Zelda. "Ms Williams? Lass? I'll fix it. I'll get some more glass for it! I'll cut it down if I can. Anythin'. Just - come on now, this ain't how we should go about it! I'm sorry for the bird. I shoulda - ... shoulda put her somewhere before I came. But they was gonna kill it and I knew someone who'd do better with it!" McKeegan leant his head against the door, huffing and scrunching up his features. "I'll do anythin'. Just don't leave it like this. I know what you're doin' in there, and it ain't gonna help-" He knocked again, only to be interrupted by the newest arrival.

"Oh - uh, sorry sweetheart. I ain't got nothin' more than a first aid certificate. Nasty gash you got there, let me, just get the doc for you. Give it a sec." Archie touched Milly on the shoulder. "Keep an eye on the gal. Looks like she might keel over any second." The Scotsman smacked his fist against the wood panelling this time, "OI! Zelda! Look, it's pretty serious now. There's a girl out here who needs you. She's lookin' bad, lass. If you won't let me help or nothin', you gotta put down that fuckin' bottle and get your arse up to open this bleedin' door!" His calls rose with urgency, "Don't make me kick this bloody thing 'cause I guarantee it'll open first time!"

Rumble Fish Lava

 

[Rumble Fish]

Milly McDonald​

Milly looked at Archie as he seemed disheartened by what had just happened. She gave the man a gentle look and put her head against his shoulder, "You didn't know." she said softly, "And... she's already hurt." she added before looking at the door. She did not want to think about what was going through the woman's head. It seemed that she had been on some kind of downward spiral that had gone on for some time. But she did not want to think about it. Whatever happened to set it off must have been extreme. She watched as Archie went back to the door, trying to apologize to Zelda, though he did not seem to get any kind of response from her. Milly continued eating the smarties that Zelda had given her. She used to be afraid of the woman but upon actually talking to her, she did not seem like a bad person. She just seemed sad, lonely and in pain. But she then thought about what both Archie and Jennifer had said to her the day before. They did not seem to see her as anything. Even Zelda seemed to see herself like that. She never denied any of the insults or names that they had called her.

As she was thinking, a shout got her attention, making the girl jump. She could not see her clearly but given the sudden urgency in Archie's voice, it must have been bad. He asked Milly to look after the girl while he tried to get Zelda's attention. She turned her head to face the girl, trying to look at her face. Adjusting her glasses, she could see her more clearly. She did not look well at all. Milly herself looked rather sickly with her pale skin and famished frame but this girl looked to be on death's door. She put the hen down and looked back to the girl, unsure how to react to her. "Um... Hello." she said softly, still very unaccustomed to speaking to people other than her mother. She just hoped Zelda could pull it together long enough to help her.

Zelda Williams​

"Go away!" Zelda snapped and banged the door with her fist when she heard the Scotsman's voice on the other side of the door. She did not want to hear it! How did he expect her to talk to him now, after he broke her fucking picture! And when he called her 'Ms. Williams', she banged the door again "Don't call me that! And fuck off!" She snapped, not even wanting to hear her husband's surname, before taking another long drink from the red wine. At this point, she did not even taste it anymore. She couldn't taste anything anymore. She could remember back when she and Mark would go out for dinner, having a small glass of red wine along with a lovely steak, facing him... She was broken out of her thoughts at a more vigorous knocking on the door, rattling her hungover head. "I TOLD YOU TO FUCK-!" But hearing Archie speak more urgently, saying it was getting dire, she stopped. What was dire?

After hiding the bottle and clearing the glass off of the ground, she opened the door. She instantly noticed the girl and smelled the infection from the cut. "Fuck... Right, get her in." She led the girl in before shutting the door, not wanting the Scotsman or his... Sister, girlfriend whatever the fuck she was in here. She got the girl to sit on the bed and got a pair of rubber gloves. She had drank but not so much that she was all over the place like yesterday. She went back to the girl and looked at the cut, seeing that it had been crudely stitched. Rookie mistake. "Hmm... Whoever did that is a quack. Should have tried to bandage it." She added as she took out a sterilised cloth from a pack that Mack had managed to find and started running it through the wound, getting rid of the puss dripping from it. The smell made her want to throw up but she had to stay focused. She continued wiping the wound until it was all gone. "I'm not going to stitch it yet. The wound's not got enough skin around it and if I did stitch it now, it would just drive the infection further." She washed it out with water and got a thick bandage. As she wrapped the wound, she looked at the girl's face. She did not even need to take her temperature to know she was suffering from an intense fever.

"Okay... Lie down. I'll get you something to take for that fever." She said as she started rummaging through her bag, finding a bottle of water and some aspirin. She handed them to the girl and once they were taken she would take the bottle and soak a cloth with it. She placed it on the girl's forehead. She was not sure what else she could do, she did not have much else. All she could do was do her regular checks. And once they were done, she was stumped. She could only hope that she could keep the girl cool long enough for the fever to go down. She sighed deeply and sat back on the floor. She just did not know what else to do. She could only wait for Mack to come back and report to him. Maybe he would know if something else could help. How fucking pathetic... a doctor who could not handle a simple fever. She got the wine back out and took a drink from it. She just wanted this to stop. She just hoped the girl would be okay. If she either lost her arm or God forbid, died that would be the last straw.
idalie Lava

 

[Megeara]

Rynn ducked hearing the shot. She looked up slightly her hair in her face and booked it. She ran down the hill sliding a few times. She didnt even look over her shoulder. She just ran. She ran through the trees and ran down the rest of the moutian. As she launched herself over a branch her boot caught and she face planted onto the hard rock ground feeling something go into her side. She laid their gasling for breath for a moment in utter pain as the wind was knocked out of her. "What the hell.." She laid there for a bit. Her arms scratched up pretty good and a few brusies on her neck and chest. She sat up holding her side and looked down to blood. "Great.." she sighed and stood up slowly. The rocks were uneven as she climbed down slowly. She took baby steps as she made her way towards the clearing back into the town. She didnt know which was worse. Those people or the undead. She walked out the sun hitting her face. She squitted and looked across town and saw a gas station. Maybe they would have medical supplies there.
Making her way quietly and slowly down the street she shuffled around cars with her gun in her hand. She made her way to the gas station parking lot and the damn lights were on. What the fuck. Rynn stood there for a moment and walked in the door ringing as she pressed her hands on the glass. Looking around. It was quiet. "Alright lets see.." She walked down an Asile and found some gauze. Some bandages. But not a lot. Sighing she couldnt find anything else she sat down in the aisle and took her tank top off. She looked around once more then down. She had a pretty good cut on her side and she tore open a gauze pack with her teeth and pressed it on it and flung out the roll of banages and started to wrap herself up.
"ok..thats a little better." She whispered as she grabbed her dirty tank top and slid it back on slowly and stood up.
What was next? Back up the moutain or stay here? She stood there for a moment and just wondered if she could hold up here.

 

[Lava]

Holly Smith
Location: The Mountaineers Base
Mentions: Rumble Fish idalie The giant man spoke with a strong Scottish accent, explaining that he wasn't the doctor and neither was the blind girl- Milly, he had called her. Then he started up the yelling again, pounding on the door. Holly wonder what kind of person the doctor was. She assumed whoever it was behind that door was arguing with the scottsman and that why she wasn't opening the door. Milly greeted her in a voice that was beyond timid. "Hi. Is... that a chicken?" Holly squinted at the bird as if she wasn't sure if it was actually there or not. There wasn't really time for Milly to answer her question. The door finally opened and a very angry looking woman appeared. Seeing her wound she seemed to snap back into doctor mode rather than angry girlfriend mode, or whatever her relationship was with the giant man. She ushered Holly inside and told her to lie down which Holly did grateful to get off her feet.

'Zelda'. That's what she'd been called. She took one look at the stitching and told her off for it "The closest to medical training I've had came from health class in high school..." She said with a small smile, She kept her eyes shut tight so she didn't have to look at the wound "Can you tell?" She said finishing off the joke, before wincing as the doctor began cleaning out the very sore wound. Once she was done, Holly opened her eyes and looked at Zelda's face, forcing her lips to curve into a smile "Thank you, I appreciate it." She told her sincerely. She propped herself up and took the water bottle from the doctor. In one swallow she took three tablets, and then had a few more small sips of water before laying back down. Her arm was throbbing terribly, but at least she was off her feet and the wet towel felt nice on her forehead. "Zelda... was it?" Holly asked looking over at her, seeing her bring out the wine "Are you alright?" Holly asked softly. When she said it she thought she probably shouldn't have, it was none of her business and some people didn't like that, but it was her reaction to seeing the pain on Zelda's face. There wasn't really any going back now, she was either going to be shut down or not. Holly felt a little uncomfortable. She was talking a lot more than usual, because she felt she had too, these people were helping her out a lot.

Holly had a lot of questions but she didn't want to bombard this obviously upset woman. Holly propped herself up a little more, which definitely hurt but it felt strange to lay down like this. "If you need me to get out of your way, I can always go sit somewhere out in the hall..." She told Zelda, hoping she wasn't just making it worse.

 

[FireMaiden]

When the gun fire started, Salem immediately backed away from the window, her hand going to her sleeping child. She had to move. Without hesitation, she began to gather her few things. The extra shirt, the few things of food she had found, and of course Addilyn's stuff. Shoving them all in the book back she used before slinging it on her shoulders, it only took a matter of minutes for her to get everything she needed. But she couldn't leave until all the noise from outside was either gone, or a distance she felt was safe enough. It seemed like forever for that to happen, but it did. Grabbing her Ar-15, the moment she was preparing to go downstairs she stopped. Footsteps were twaords the door. "Damnit," She spat, Salem had waited to long.

With no idea on what to do, she took aim at the door as a woman walked in. There was silence, tension growing, until the other woman spoke. "Who I am doesn't matter. As for what I'm doing, that hardly any of your business. Who the hell are you?" Salem paused first, "You aren't one of those absolute freaks in saw outside are you?" Peacemaker .45

 

[Peacemaker .45]

The woman’s aggressive nature caught Jennifer by surprise. However, realizing she was a mother made her come to understand the woman’s reasoning. Being that Jennifer didn’t want to try and escalate a situation here, and kill a mother, nonetheless, she began to sling her AR-15 over her back slowly, keeping her non-shooting hand up.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” she said as she slung the rifle over her shoulder. “I mean no harm. Let’s just not lose our heads too much here. I’m not one of those people, Haeredes Helios. I have nothing to do with them. I’m with another group, one they hate. They call us ‘heretics’ and actively try to kill us. They did here. My father and I killed them in self defense.”

Jennifer kept her hands up. The weight of everything she carried, however, was starting to cause her muscles to become weak. Jennifer began to walk cautiously to the wall next to her. Putting her back against the wall, she began to slide down, until her bottom hit the floor.

“I’m sorry,” she said, letting a sigh of relief out. “I’m tired and achy. I need to sit.”

With a deep breath, she put her hands behind her head and rested them against the wall.

“Look, I understand. You don’t have to answer my questions. You can just go on your way out of here. Though I see you have a kid. I have to ask you, is it really safe for your child, and in their best interests, for you to be running around on your own out here? You saw those people. You saw what they do. It’s not safe out here.”

“I...,” began Jennifer, her eyes searching for words in her mind, “I don’t have the qualifications to do this. But I sure as hell know I can sway his mind. But look, my group, a big group, lives not too far from here. We have food, water, medicine, walls, weapons, doctors... we have it all. I don’t want another child to die in this world. I can provide you all of the stuff I said - and safety for you and your child. No more running around, hoping you live another night. No more hoping the next house has enough food and water for the day. Safety, one that extends days... weeks. Hell, even years. My father is the General of the group, the leader.”

The sound of undead started to grow in the distance. Jennifer stop talking and listened. She heard what seemed to be a lot. The moans and groans of them only meant that they were closing in fast. The sounds of footsteps running towards the building also grew among the groans.

“Jennifer,” shouted Mack, running up to the building. Jennifer got up slowly, keeping her hands up.

As he entered, all he saw was the woman with her rifle pointed towards the wall next to him. Glancing quickly, he saw it pointed at Jennifer, who was standing up. Mack went to raise his rifle. As he did so, Jennifer quickly put her hands on his arms as he were raising the rifle, preventing him from drawing it to his shoulder.

“No! Whoa, whoa, whoa! Easy now! Everyone, relax! Let’s not get each other shot here,” Jennifer asserted, her heart pumping. She turned to the girl.

“Okay, easy. This is my father, he is the leader.” Jennifer then turned to her father. “Dad, relax. She’s got a child. There’s no need to kill one another here.”

“She had, and still has a gun pointed at you, and you expect me to not react that way,” he said back to her, frustrated.

“Relax, dad. Let’s not lose our heads here. Let’s all just calm down. Dad, is there a herd coming,” she asked him.

“Yes, a giant fuckin’ herd is coming into town from our firefight and we need to get the hell out now,” he replied to Jennifer, his tone giving off annoyance.

“Okay,” she said, her breathing picking up. She turned to the girl. “Okay, look, we don’t have time to beat around the bush here. We have to go. Now. You have to make a decision. Do you want to stay out here and deal with them? Or do you want to come with us?”

“Jennifer...,” her father said, disapproving of her choices she was giving out.

“Dad, j-.”

“This isn’t your decision to make, Jennifer,” Mack yelled at her.

“Do you really want to let a child die!?”

He looked at her for a moment, before letting out a sigh in frustration.

“Damn it! Hurry this up, we need to leave now,” he replied, disapprovingly.

“Look, it’s safety with everything you need: walls, doctors, food, water, protection, etc. do you want to come with us or not,” Jennifer asked the girl, trying to get her words out quickly.

“BUT,” Mack interjected, “you ain’t coming with us unless you give us your weapons so you don’t try and shoot us while our backs are turned. Deal? Then give us your weapons now, gather your things and get outside.”

The sounds grew outside as they spoke.

“Jennifer, we don’t have much longer,” Mack said to her.

“Damn it,” she exclaimed, before turning to the woman. “Decision, now. We don’t have time.”

FireMaiden

 

[FireMaiden]

"I..." Salem sighed, and slightly lowered her weapon. "Alright then, I believe you." That didn't mean she trusted this woman, but she had to give her the benefit of the doubt. She didn't shoot her as soon as she walked in the room. "I'm sorry about...that. I'm a little tense," Salem said, taking a step back. She kept her eyes trained in Jennifer, and was about to ask about that group when someone else bust in the room. Her gun immediately was trained on him, her eyes narrowing as she stepped to her left, keeping both of the strangers in her line of fire. The groans from outside was was actually, the least of her current concerns, it was these two. The argued back and forth about her. The woman wanted her to come with them. The man seemed less open to the idea. "Hey," she was ignored. "Hey!" Again, ignored. Salem considered firing off a shot, but the groans outside got louder. Slinging her gun over her shoulder, she began to readjust the scarf she used as a baby carrier. She worked fast enough not to wake Addilyn up and it was no secure enough to keep her from moving around as they escaped.

"Look, I'm willing to give you my assault rifle, but I'm keeping my pistol. If there's a herd out there, I'm not gonna be unarmed, got it," She snapped, offering up the Ar-15. "Either that, or or I drive outta here. I don't feel like dying today." The only reason Salem was agreeing to this was because of Addilyn. She had to think about what was best fro Addilyn. And if things didn't pan out, there was no way they could just keep her at their camp against her will. That wouldn't end well.
Peacemaker .45

 

[idalie]

ARCHIE "THE SCOTSMAN" MCKEEGAN​

Archie stood dejectedly outside the door, letting his head tilt back with a sniff. "Lass is broken alright." The Scotsman agreed, wrapping his arm lightly around Milly's shoulders whilst they stood there. He was touched by the younger girls concern, for she seemed to bleed for the doctor as he did. In some form or another, it was those who denied and pushed away the kindness of others who deemed themselves to live in a loveless and tormented world. McKeegan glanced down at Milly, using his other hand to rub at his forehead vigorously. "You know, helpin' people ... in this world - It's harder than kisses and a wee plaster. I miss it. When yer ma would fix everything with just those two things." His smile was vacant for a moment, nevertheless, he squeezed the girl's shoulder gently. "You remind me of my sister you know that?" Archie inhaled - chest rising like a Cockrel ruffling its feathers before sinking low in defeat. "She was - a good person. A sweet person. I have hope you'll bring it back in future generations. Maybe make somethin' of this place."

The big lumberjack released her, and took a step away momentarily. "I need to find some more glass for that picture frame we broke. Maybe see if I can bribe the gal out her office with a bottle o' somethin' more than wine. Feel like tagging along? Or would you prefer to stay, get to terms with that new feathered friend of yours?" Archie chuckled lightly, resuming his expected role without much of a second thought. "I won't be long anyhow and if anythin' happens - even if you're just scared, I want you to go back to our room and hole up. If you can't get there, stay close by. I'll find you. And that's the only emergency plan I got." He grinned slightly, giving her cheek a light, unpainful pinch. "You look after yourself, alright?"

With that he turned slightly, hesitating to give Milly the choice whether to stay or leave with him. Archie had planned to scour the accommodation in search of spare glass for the frame. He'd gotten rid of his frames, rolling up the pictures into his wallet. Strange how he kept it, still filled with the last dollars and cents he'd never gotten a chance to use.

Rumble Fish

 

[Rumble Fish]

Milly McDonald​

Milly looked at the older man as he gently pulled her over by the shoulder. When he mentioned how it was getting harder to help in the world, she looked at the ground with a little sigh. He was right, in this day and age, it seemed to be an every-man-for-himself kind of world. She let out a quiet sigh. "Hmm... Whenever I got hurt or... something scared me, my mum would make me a hot chocolate and... we'd watch a movie or something under a blanket." she said with a small smile as she remembered that but upon dwelling on it, her smile faded and her face became sad again. "...I miss her." She squeaked, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, holding onto her bear tightly as she began feeling her breathing become tighter and more restricted. She was really worried about her. Nobody seemed to know if she was still around, sure she could have asked Mack but... truthfully she was still rather afraid of Mack. Something about him scared her and she could not think of what.

She looked at Archie as he then compared her to his sister, who seemed to have a similar personality to her. She could see he was a little shaken talking about her and put an arm around him in a one-arm-hug and looked at him with her baby blues, "I will try to do that." she said with a small smile. As she said that, she saw how he was still disturbed by what happened with the photo frame. She looked at the chicken as she continued pecking around and the random bits of paper that were lying around. She stooped and picked the hen up so she had her bear under one arm and the hen under the other. She did not know what breed the hen was but it was black and fluffy more like a cushion rather than a bird. The bird cooed and rested her head on the girl's shoulder, making her giggle as the hen's feathers tickled her neck and cheek. She looked at Archie as he talked about trying to get glass to fix the frame. "...Would she let you?" she asked cautiously, "She... didn't like you touching it." She added. But Archie seemed to know what he was going to do. And she would not be able to convince him not to. As he then talked about her staying here, she jumped up (hurting her knees a little in the process) "N-No, I... I don't want to be alone..." She whimpered. Even though Zelda was just a door away, she did not want her to be her only company. And she just could not cope with the thought of being alone again, even for a short time like he promised. She moved towards him, hoping he would just let her come.

Zelda Williams​

Zelda had her eyes closed for a while when the girl's voice suddenly caught her attention and asking her if she was alright. "Me? Oh, yeah yeah..." she blew through her teeth, "Just... What a bloody day I'm having." She ran a hand up her forehead and through her hair. She looked at the girl as she then asked her if she wanted her to sit in the hall. "No." She answered bluntly as she got up from the floor and sat on her chair, putting the red wine on the desk. "No, I need you in here so I can keep an eye on you. Only until the fever goes, that is. I'm afraid you're stuck with me." She added with a sigh. She was still giving herself a good mental thrashing. Wearing her tatty jeans and Mark's black t-shirt which was like three sizes too big with unbrushed hair, she doubted that the girl would be satisfied being tended to by someone who... didnt even attempt to look like a doctor rather than the title. She took another drink before looking back to the girl. "Lie back down." She said, "You gotta rest." She said before taking another one. After a few moments, she wiped her mouth and looked at the door, hoping that Scotsman wasn't still there. She did not like the thought of him just standing there waiting for her to forgive him. Well, that was not going to happen. Not after that. She picked up the photo to look at it again. She should have just thrown the thing out. It was painful to look at most of the time and it just bothered her that it was there.

"Hmmm... so... what's your name?" she asked, hoping to assure the girl that she was on her side and was not angry with her, just... angry in general. It was still the morning and she just wanted the day to end. And she wanted to be alone so she could just sleep. She hadn't had a decent sleep in so long. Her slumbers were plagued with a mixture of heartburn, migraines and perpetual nightmares that just would not leave. All she wanted was a decent sleep without reliving that day. She let out a deep sigh as she watched the girl, hoping she was doing what she had said and tried to relax. And she was still trying to figure out what the hell that fucking Scotsman was doing. It was too quiet out there for him to just be standing there. "Once you're feeling better I'll go and see about getting you something to eat... You like watermelon?" She asked the girl, rubbing the back of her neck. It seemed the mention of food triggered a reaction in Zed's own body as her stomach grumbled. The woman sighed sharply through her nose in annoyance. Oh yeah... she didn't eat today. Or yesterday. Or the day before- It didn't matter, she had to focus on the girl right now.
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[Lava]

Holly nodded "Been a bit like that for me too." She said quietly. Zelda went back to doctor mode after she suggested leaving her alone. Holly nodded at her words and lay down, closing her eyes. She felt like sleeping but the pain was going to keep her awake until the painkillers did their thing. There was a brief silence between them. Holly didn't attempt to break it. Her brain was starting to forget how to form words. It took her a moment to resister that Zelda was speaking to her again. Holly opened her tired eyes up again "Holly." She told her "Real nice to meet you" Holly closed her eyes again, relaxing. She hoped she'd get better. Holly couldn't imagine what it would have been like in her position. Tasked with saving lives, with minimal supplies. Given where she was, these were probably her friends as well. Holly though she probably couldn't take that kind of pressure. So even though the sight of the alcohol had made her think about Kevin's death, she did understand it. In a way she understood Kevin's demise too. She wondered if he'd given up, or if it really was just a deadly mistake. Holly could feel her through tightening as she though about this so she tried to make her mind go blank, and focus on the doctor and what she was saying.

"Watermelon is great... I used to grow it at home... my biggest one was almost 100 pounds.." She smiled to herself "I was a big gardening freak... I was gonna study horticulture." Holly wasn't really even speaking to the doctor anymore, just mumbling random stuff. Her eyes felt too heavy to open now. She wondered if the aspirin was kicking in. She wanted to ask about this Mack person she kept hearing about, she wanted to ask if she would be able to stay if she recovered, but she didn't know how to ask, she was probably also afraid of the answer. Holly didn't want to be alone, she really didn't want to be. She wanted to ask but instead she just smiled and said "Sorry, ignore the delusional ramblings.."

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[Megeara]

Rynn opened her eyes. It was blurry and she was sweating. She stirred a bit, her legs stretched out infront of her as she was sitting on the floor leaned up on the front counter. She some how ended up behind it. She looked around a bit and reached out to her back pack next to her for her water bottle and pulled it out of the side pocket and took a drink. Looking at the clock on the wall she must have been out for a couple hours.
She pulled her feet towards her to stand and she felt her side explode in pain. She almoat forgot. She looked down and it was bleeding slowly. Rynn needed to move. She stood up using the counter for support grabbing her bag and made her way around the counter to the door and out to the evening air. The light wind felt good. The light hurt her eyes though. Then she herd something. It was people. Rynn looked around and walked down the street and the voices got louder. A woman came in view. She had long dark brown hair, she was with others. Rynn paused for a moment and then kept walking. She needed help.
"hey." Rynn said as loud as she could walking towards them.
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[Peacemaker .45]

Mack looked at the girl for a moment. He was frustrated, and feeling the pressure to leave. After several seconds of consideration, he finally responded.

“Fine,” he forced out, taking the girl’s rifle in his left hand. “We don’t have time! We have to move!”

Mack started to run out the door, and Jennifer followed behind. As Mack rounded the corner of the door, an undead appeared. The two collided, and fell to the ground as a result of the collusion. Mack has no hand free to kill the beast. Jennifer, two steps behind him, pulled out her knife as she approached Mack and the walker. Sinking her knife into the head, the creature finally stop fighting Mack. Mack rolled it off of him. Jennifer stuck her hand out, and grabbed Mack’s helping him up.

“Thank you,” he said quietly, out of breath and getting up.

“You’re welcome. Now let’s move,” Jennifer shouted.

Looking behind, Jennifer and Mack both say a sea of undead bodies, shuffling around towards them, only a mere 10 yards away. They were closing in fast, and both Jennifer and Mack knew they had to get in the truck and gun it out of there. Booking it to the truck, everyone jumped in, and Jennifer pushed the push button starter on the trigger. The Diesel engine roared alive. Turning the shift knob into drive, Jennifer slowly eased on the accelerator to get out of there.

Speeding down Main Street, the horde behind them started to get farther away. As Jennifer turned onto Old Woman Run, about quarter of a mile up, bullets impacted the windshield.

“Oh fuck,” Jennifer yelled, ducking down.

The eruption of gunfire on the truck caused her to bend down beneath the the dash. This caused her to come to a hard stop.

“Stopping? Why the fuck are we stopping,” Mack yelled at her, ducked behind the glove compartment. “Get the fucking wheels going now!”

As Mack yelled this, two men in black cloaks started to walk to the car with their guns drawn on them. Mack saw them, and he quickly pulled out his .38 revolver and fired in the first one. A quick headshot brought him down. The other one rested quickly. Both Mack and the Haeredes member fired on each other. Jennifer took this opportunity to gun the truck forward. Picking her head up, she got her eyes back on the road and focused on driving, zoning everything out in the process, as they sped out of sight.

“Fuck..,” Jennifer said, wincing at her injury. “Is everyone okay? Is the kid okay?”

As Jennifer finished asking that question, she began turning her head to make sure everyone was okay. But then she saw Mack. Mack was hunched forward. His shoulder was bleeding. A bullet had passed through. But that wasn’t the only place there was blood coming. And blood was coming from his right abdomen. But the top of his head seemed to be the worst. On the top of his skull on the left side, skin and hair were missing, and blood was coming out. The hole didn’t appear as if it were one that went in. Instead, it appeared as if it grazed the top, but enough of the projectile had hit the top of his head, perhaps even breaking some of his skull. But it was too hard to tell.

“Dad? Dad! Dad, can you hear me? Are you alive,” she said, stopping the truck to feel if he had a pulse. Jennifer was, at this time, feeling increasing pain throughout her body, specifically in her lower abdomen.

“Fuck his pulse is weak,” she said, hitting the gas once again.

“Okay we’re booking it back to the Mountaintop. Just stay with me, because people are going to ask about you. I’ll vouch for you. Mack and I agreed on this one with you. Just stay...” Jennifer started feeling a little dizzy from pain and blood loss.

“Just... stay by me,” she struggled to say to the girl as she drove. The truck veered slightly to the side, but Jennifer was able to stop a potential crash. She knew she needed to get to the Mountaintop, for the survival of herself and her father.

Back at the Mountaintop...

“Okay, Ortiz, you go out with Driveel in the southeastern guard tower. Driveel will start installing some of the armor playing around the towers, as well as bulletproof glass. And Jack, y-“ Dave said as his radio turned on, and a voice came from it, cutting him off.

“Hello? Is anyone there,” a voice came from the radio, the tone of the voice urgent.

“Jennifer, is tha-“

“Dave, open the gate now! Mack and I are shot up. Mack’s not responsive. He has a faint pulse. One hit his head, I think just a bad skim of it, might have some skull broken. I’m hit too. But Mack is crit...,” Jennifer responded, but her voice seeming weak, before drifting off.

“Hello,” Dave responded to the sudden silence.

“Get the gates open now,” Jennifer replied, seeming to slowly get her energy to talk again.

“Got it,” Dave said, before bolting to the guard of the gate in the guard tower.

“Hit the release up there and get this gate open now! Look for the black truck and then close it once they are in,” Dave yelled to the guard up there. He promptly opened the gate.

While the guard opened the gate, Dave bolted to the medbay and burst the door open. Zelda was in there with the girl Dave let in earlier.

“Zelda, get you and every doctor prepped and ready for surgery now! Mack and Jennifer were shot, Mack in the head. He’s got a pulse but it’s faint. Jennifer is responsive but she doesn’t sound good. This is urgent. And if this girl needs attention,” he said, pointing to the girl, “it’s gotta wait if it isn’t urgent. If it is, get all three in the room to be operated on. Get in a second table in the room regardless.”

As Dave finished his sentence, the roaring sound of a Diesel engine filled the Mountaintop. A black truck came speeding in, stopping quickly in front of the medical warehouse. Jennifer jumped out of the driver seat. She was drenched in blood. Her entire shirt was tinted red.

“Where is he,” Dave said, walking quickly towards the truck.

“Front,” Jennifer said, walking around, clutching her body, wincing in pain.

Opening the door, Mack started to fall out of the truck. Mack caught him, he himself almost falling over as he caught him.

“Shit,” Dave exclaimed. “Ortiz, help me carry him into the surgical room.

With Ortiz grabbing Mack’s legs and lower abdomen, and Dave holding him by his torso, his arms under Mack’s armpits, they began to quickly carry him into the medbay, and into the operating room and onto the table.

“Shit,” Dave said, as he put him down and looked at Mack.

One of the doctors came in and pushed Dave out of the way. The doctor began putting on vital sign monitors. Dave began to slowly back away. As he did, he bumped into Jennifer, who fell to the ground. Dave turned around quickly, and helped her up, apologizing. She was weak, her reactions delayed.

“We need to get you in there,” Dave said looking at her, before reaching to put his arm around her to help her into the room.

“No,” she said, swatting it away. “I can... ma..make it,” she slurred out.

“Like hell you can,” Dave said, attempting to grab her again.

Once again, Jennifer swatted his hand away. But s she did so, she stumbled. Attempted to grab something to stabilize herself, she fell, unconscious.

“Damn it,” Dave yelled, picking her up and bringing her into the operating room. He placed her on the table. But as he did so, her shirt exposed her lower abdomen. When it did, two gunshot wounds he didn’t notice with the blood soaked shirt she had on. With this, Dave began to walk out of the operating roomAs he did so, he grabbed Zelda’s shoulder and whispered to her.

“Jennifer has two gunshot wounds on her lower abdomen men. I don’t know if they exited.” Dave paused for a moment, before speaking again. “We need to save Mack. He’s our damn leader. And we need him back in the best mental state. You need to save her for that. We can’t lose either. We have to save both. You know everything at stake here. Now go.”

Dave then walked to the lobby. He sat himself down on a chair there, and placed his hands on his head. He was soaked in blood from both Mack and Jennifer. He began to rub his forehead, smudging blood all over it. Leaning back in the chair, he turned to his side to glance at what he thought was a person. But, when he did, he saw a girl and a baby, one he’d never had seen before.

“Who the hell are you,” Dave asked the girl. “I haven’t seen you around here before. Who are you? How’d you get here?”

Dave then squinted his eyes in thought.

“Were you with them? Do you know how they got shot, and why they were? Do you know who did it? What do you know? I need to know. I’m second in command, Mack’s the leader. What happened? Can you explain what happened, what you know?”

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[idalie]

ARCHIE "THE SCOTSMAN" MCKEEGAN​

As Milly spoke on the subject of mothers, tearing up, Archie did his best to reassure. "Hey, we'll find yer ma some day. Even if we don't, we'd of tried. Hm? I'll even start askin' around too if it'll help." McKeegan warmly offered, bending down slightly in order to obtain a momentary eye contact which seemed far more an unspoken promise. The big Scotsman drew the small, sickly girl into a light embrace, in return and let out a decisive, elongated sigh. "To tell you the truth, little lass, I miss my mum too." Giving her back a quick rub, Archie's lip quivered involuntarily. Family was always a sore thing to speak of, nevertheless whence he'd pulled away Milly returned the compassion with a one-armed hug. Kindness nowadays was hard to come across, and the fact Archie understood this morsel of truth made it both easier and harder to accept those little displays of friendly affection. As if each should be savoured and go unwasted. "Try your best, it's all anyone will ever ask." He replied, and began turning his sights on the settlements horizons of countryside and camouflaged buildings through the med-centres' doors.

He turned, however, come the moment his small associate spoke up prior to a sweet, childish giggle. It was the small things like that which he'd cherish and store away. As if precious and antique. Archie smiled. "She doesn't have to let me, one way or another I'll fix what I've broken. Whether or not people want it to be fixed." The corners of his eyes creased with ever deepening crows feet, giving them a half-moon twinkle. "That's just how I am, and ain't no alky doctor is gonnae stop that." The Scot was resolute in his words, lifting his chin as if some triumphant victor of a battle not even begun.

Moving off it was accompanied by a whimper and jump of Milly, causing Archie to tut and nod. "Of course you can come, but do I need to remind you that hurting yourself over enthusiasm isn't how one survives the end of the world." He motioned to her knees and placed a palm upon the hollow of her back to steer himself and the younger woman from outside the doctors' office and onto the search for photo-frame glass. An odd thing to look for, and harder than one might imagine. Especially trying to find one the same height and width as that of which Zelda owned. Alas, he wasn't deterred.

Their miniature expedition took around an hour till the search came to an end. The small glass pane clutched to his chest, taking care not to chip or blemish it in any way. Thus, leading Milly and himself back to base and amidst the fray of chaos. People were moving too fast to get a singular answer from, yet the pieces came together rather easily. Jennifer and Mack, they were hurt bringing in someone - and that someone had a child. He wouldn't be torn between decisions as the Scotsman knew Jennifer had done the impossible for him, and to abandon her in such a critical condition was a betrayal. Taking hold of Milly's tiny hand, even with the bear and chicken tucked beneath her arms, he hurried through the small congregations of neighbours and workers who had momentarily halted. Bursting through the medical centre doors, and into the lobby. At first he didn't note the newcomer and child, letting go of Milly only to hurriedly tell her to wait whilst he moved into the uncoordinated surgery. The pane of glass, stashed in his back pocket - god forbid he forgot or fell over.

Surveying the mix of medics, doctors and Zelda, it was clear she didn't need help nor any more bother. So he made it easier on the lot of them, and moved over to Holly. "Heya love, we met a while ago, just gonnae help move you out here so these fellas can get a little space. Wouldn't want you to get an eyeful, eh?" He waved his hand, "Not that you ain't seen worse." Taking the bed, he pulled up the handles and locked them in place, taking the breaks off to wheel the girl out and toward a recovery section. Open yet empty, and separated by curtains to mimic a hospital. "There we go, eh? You need some water? Anythin' else I can lend a hand on? I ain't no doctor but I'm practically an expert in comfort." The Scotsman jovially winked, using humour to thinly veil worry.

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[Rumble Fish]

Milly McDonald​

Milly was happy when Archie told her to come along, she came with him as the pair of them went to look for a piece of glass to replace the one broken in the photo frame. After some time, they were successful in their search and were now on their way back. Milly, who was eating a piece of watermelon, was anxious about coming into contact with Zelda again but she did hope the medic would appreciate Archie’s gesture and hopefully forgive him for accidentally breaking the frame in the first place.

But as they approached, Milly was alarmed by the amount of sudden noise and activity. People seemed panicked as they ran to the medical centre. What happened? Did Zelda kill someone? Something bad must have happened! As they went inside, Archie pulled away from Milly. She reached out to grab his hand again but he then told her to stay put. Milly stammered, but could not focus as people were pushing past her, causing her to fall to the ground. She felt her grip on her bear come away and her glasses falling off of her face. The hen had managed to squirm out of her arms and had made a hop for it outside where she was now happily pecking away at the dirt, looking for seeds. Milly squeaked as she felt around for her glasses but was still being jostled around.

After some effort, she managed to pull herself up onto the seat, but still without her glasses and bear. The amount of activity and panic in people was too much for her. She pulled her knees up to her chest and just tried to ignore what was happening until it calmed down. She could hear them constantly mention Mack and Jennifer, was that what happened? She could not see anything so she could only assume the worst…

Zelda Williams​

“100 pounds, huh?” Zelda smirked as she took another drink of wine, “I ate a watermelon the size of my head once. Though… not all in one go.” She laughed slightly, it was a dare on a girls night out if she remembered correctly. It was the same night she met Mark. It was a good time. Zelda’s smile faded and she took another sip. “Well, once you’re more alert I’ll get you some watermelon. I know a guy who grows them. He would appreciate a helping hand once you’re better if you’re up to it.” She added.

The sound of the centre’s doors busting open caused Zelda to spit out what was in her mouth. “What the fuck-?” She opened the door, only to have Dave barge his way in. “Hey, you can’t just waltz in when-” She was stopped as he then gave her the news of what just happened. At the mention of Mack and his daughter being critically hurt, the woman’s eyes widened. “...Shit. Right, here’s what-” she started, only to get interrupted as Dave then started talking about who is a priority. “Urgent-Urge-?! Listen, ya bastard! Don’t fucking drill me on what’s ‘urgent’, this ain’t my first day! Make yourself useful and get them in here!” She gave the man a shove as he then left.

“Aaaaaagh… Sorry, girl I’m gonna have to move you elsewhere for now, this is bad.” She sighed as she went to move the girl, only for the Scotsman to barge in. Zelda stopped and opened her mouth as wide as it would go, ready to shout at him, but stopped at “HE-!” as he… started taking Holly away. She was not sure what to think of this…

“Hey, boozehound!” A voice made her turn around to see another medic standing behind her, “Better leave it to us, given you probably can’t see.”

“You won’t be able to see if you don’t shut your mouth!” Zelda snarled as she took one last long gulp before putting the bottle in its drawer and grabbing her gloves, mask and any supplies she could, “I’m more able than you quacks and you know it.”

“That blind girl is more able than you, just keep out of it.” He added before leaving. Zelda glared at him and sighed, not this shit again… Every time. She left her room to see both Mack and Jennifer being taken to the operating room. She pushed through everyone to get inside. As she was about to go in, she felt a hand on her shoulder. The woman growled and turned around to see it was Dave again. “I know he’s our leader, ya fanny!” She snapped at him, he was making all the more anxious by doing this. But as he then told her that she had to save the pair of them, she sighed gruffly through her teeth “...So no fucking pressure then.” She grinned scarily at him, showing all of her teeth. This was not good for her sanity. As she went to go in, she was getting mad at the amount of noise and the crowd so turned around.

“YOU ALL BETTER FUCK OFF OR YOU ALL WILL BE IN HERE!!!” She snarled, which seemed to cause everything to die down. “Good.” She slammed the doors shut and went to the two patients. The other medics were already with them, trying to assess the damages.

“Right… well… From what I can see, we need to put pressure on-”

“Hey, fuck off we know what we’re doing.” One of the medic snapped, making the Zed stop in her tracks, “You’ll end up taking his fucking head off.”

“Can people stop making amputee jokes, they’re getting fucking old-”

“This is our leader and his daughter, Zelda! We can’t fuck this up!”

Zelda sighed angrily, looking at the medic in question but then she saw something in his hand that caused her irises to shrink. “...You don’t wanna fuck it up? Well… maybe you don’t want to give him a FUCKING AIR EMBOLUS!” She shrieked, causing her voice to break as she pointed a shaking finger at the syringe in his hand.

“Right, you maniac, give me that!” She snatched it from his hand, stumbling slightly, “If you don’t want Mack dead, make yourself useful and take his pulse! You, get me some thread. And you, watch the girl, put pressure on those wounds and have that adrenaline on standby.” She looked at the rest of them before they all mumbled “Ok…” and got to work. Zelda looked at the two of them on the bed and sighed as she put her gloves and mask on. She looked down at Mack and rolled her shoulders.

“Well, alright, Gummy. We're goin' to war!”
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