Fantasy Virus: VRV

[Tasteless]

A dangerous pathogen known as Vrykolas-Romero Virus, surfaced and began infecting humans through out Eastern Washington approximately 7 weeks prior to me writing this note... I hope someone finds it useful... The VRV is unlike any virus humankind has ever seen before... The kill it's host quickly and within moments reanimates the corpse as a Walking Dead creature that is compelled to feast upon human flesh. These abominations are known as 'zombies'. Since appearance of the VRV worldwide chaos has ensued. The power grid is down, supplies are finite and zombies are roaming the landscape. Government experts are determined to find a cure for the VRV, yet until they do, you must try to survive on your own under desperate circumstances.


I'll tell you a few things I know;


At this point it has been approximately 47 days since VRV was first discovered. At this point, VRV is known to have spread throughout the world. the "carrier nature" is responsible for dramatically increasing the spread of the VRV. Carriers are people have been infected with a VRV but have not developed the zombie traits. carriers can spread VRV throughout the transfer of bodily fluids, yet to make matters worse, carriers are often unaware of their condition. This resulted in carriers unwittingly spreading VRV.


VRV is transmitted by infected blood and any other bodily fluid. Most frequently through bites of a zombie - If a zombie bites you and breaks the skin you have approximately 90 seconds to diagnose yourself. If you begin to sweat profusely, feel nauseous, and shake uncontrollably, you have been infected and will soon become one of The Walking Dead. If you are bitten and do not go through these stages are most likely a carrier of the disease.


Victims of the VRV will remain deceased for a brief time before reanimating as a zombie. The more body mass the longer it will take, but a good general rule of thumb is one minute. If it takes longer consider that bonus time.


Infant- 45 seconds


Child- 1 minute


adolescents/teen- 1 minute


adult(thin)- 1 minute


adult(average)- 90 seconds


Adult(overweight)- 2+ minutes


If the remaining survivors have the proper tools or weapons, adequate time, and enough will, they should immediately sever the corpses head or completely destroy its brain to prevent the corpse from reanimating into a zombie. Children and sensitive survivors should not be allowed to witness this difficult (and often gruesome) act. This is the reality you live in; do your best to accept it.


If the corpses head is not severed, or the brain is not destroyed, the virus will take control of the body and reanimated it. the eyes of the host will open and the body will 'jump to life'. At this stage the host is considered to be a zombie and is highly dangerous. zombies are not human beings and should not be treated as such.


The act of suicide in response to being bitten is a viable, and Noble option. This reduces the number of zombies and eliminates the psychological trauma of having your loved one, or friend and encounter you as a lethal threat. If you are incapable of taking your own life, a designated team member can perform this service for you and for society.


Consider the following;


• Live with an eye toward this possible outcome, leaving nothing unsaid. Do not wait until you are faced with suicide to tell loved ones how you feel about them. You might not have time to tell them later.


• Suicide and consensual re-killings are best performed with a firearm. Most other methods are either not effective or take to long.


• If an impact, or bladed weapon must be used, wait until the victim has died before destroying the brain or severing the spine.


• Whenever possible the act of suicide should be conducted away from children and loved ones.


• When suicide or consensual re-killing is not possible the person who has been bitten, should run as far away from the group as possible before dying and reanimating.


Times are different now.. trust no one..


- Sincerely,


A thoughtful stranger.

 

[Tasteless]

Exhale, squeeze...


Exhale, squeeze...


Exhale, squeeze...


The butt of his rifle kicked back against his shoulder, like a small shove, closer toward the edge. Closer toward the Edge of Darkness that dwells in the back of his mind. The area around him was frosted in a dusting of snow, including the bodies that laid sprawled in the clearing before him, you know, the bodies he slaughtered a few days ago. The clearing had been white, pure, almost horrifying. Now the pale snow was splattered with the crimson liquid that flows through the veins of those who are living(or used to be). He watches as the hobbling figure flees into the dense, white, coniferous forest.


He knew she wouldn't last long, not with the bullet lodged just above her knee. The other two bullets carved the tree she had taken shelter behind. Nicolas ran his fingers up the spine of the muscular canine that stood idle, silent, by his side.


"Reaper, Track."


With a burst of power, the canine was gone. He stopped every few strives to inhale the fallen blood that left a clear trail in the pale snow. Tracking humans was like tracking and injured animals. Take your time, let them bleed out. It's only a matter of time.





She didn't see it coming. She had been evaluating the frozen corpses, that had bullets carved into their skulls. Suddenly she was overcome with fear and when she jumped to her feet, a bullet sliced through her leg. Panicking she does limping sprint. where? Anywhere away from the person who shot her. The massive evergreen trees around her groan, and sway around her as if warning her of the oncoming danger. She can feel the bubbling rush of blood as it gushes from her knee, leaving a crimson trail behind her. She can now hear a rush of water and suddenly she's standing on the edge of a cliff, a quick river is flowing below. Far far below.


A menacing sound makes her stomach tighten.


She whips around, a massive canine is staring at her with dark killer eyes. A dark figure appears from the shadows, his dark eyes remorseless, blood thirsty. She take small steps back as a man slowly approaches her as if teasing her, like a hungry wolf would tease a defenceless fawn. She just feel the icy wind nipping at her face, causing her hair to flow behind her like golden silk. Suddenly the man lunges for her, causing her to lurch back in terror, her feet slip off the edge..


She's gripping with all her might at the edge of the cliff, digging her nails into the rouged rocks that looked as if they could give way at any moment. Suddenly his laugh rings in her ears, she looks up at him with desperate, terrified eyes.


"You shouldn't have ran.. Skyla.."


"W-wai-"


With the mighty kick, he slams the bottom of his boot against her soft, delicate face.


Pain surges from her nose, and she can feel the sudden gush of blood as it flows from her nose and lips due to her piercings slicing through the delicate skin on the inside of her nose.


She's falling now, agony shooting thorough her body.


A shrill sound fills the air, it's her. She's screaming. The sound echos and bounces around the forest.


The wind howls past her, as she watches the man, and his canine get smaller and smaller before she hits the water. She's swallowed by the dark waves, she's too weak to swim. She can feel her face bleeding profusely, and her knee throbbed as if it had its own heart beat.. yet the throbbing was easing, slowly. She felt her body weaken, as her gaze becomes hazy, before her world goes black.


Silence.. peace.. finally..

 

[Blarg222]

Glaz surveyed the scene from below, his small dugout one that usually kept the rain (and the infected) away. His silence was only interrupted by the shrill of screams, and then the impact of the water beside his little abode. This was it, the situation every survivor must face, a test of duality. She had taken a near fatal fall, maybe she hit the rocks below, besides he had limited food as it is and she would only diminish it. On the other hand, he could save her, he had been trained for situations like these, she could live, one life against the ever growing infected. Time seemed still for a moment before he snapped forward into the water, shedding his heavy gear as he dived after the drowing girl. Closer and closer and closer he neared, nearly upon her as he reached his hand out. It slid across her skin just barely out of reach, but with one last jab at her he was able to take her arm. Then his momentum shifted as he pulled her up, his own breath now being lost. From the Lake arose the two, with a great gasp of air from Glaz as well as he pulled the girl ashore. He checked her and noticed she was not breathing, he pressed his hands against her chest and began CPR, "один, два, три" He said as he went check for breathing, nothing yet. He persisted on, hoping this had not been a folly.


@Cyber Wolf

 

[Tasteless]

Silence.. Darkness..


The heavy weight against her chest, pressing several times, again and again. She could feel it. Every time he brought his mouth down to hers to force air into her smaller, frigid, body.


Her icy blue eyes flutter, another push on her chest, which forces a cascade of water, leaves, and small twigs from her mouth. She scrambles, pushing herself away, terrified and freezing. She coughs, struggling to regain her breath, as color slowly fills her face.


Watery blood flows from her mouth, and nose. She stares at the man for a moment, her body trembling and attempting to comprehend the situation.


She snaps her gaze toward the cliff, nothing.


She inhales deeply, her throat stung, and her eyes felt like sandpaper. With every movement, pain would surge through her.


Too busy struggling to breath, and to get as far away from the stranger who had miraculously been in the right place at the right time, she forgets to thank him.


She looks toward him, her gaze hard, and untrusting. "W-who are you?..." her voice is small, and trembles with pain.





@Blarg222

 

[Blarg222]

Glaz lets out a sigh of relief as life returns the girl, he quickly pulls her into the dugout and onto the mat. He begins to tend to her obvious bullet and blunt trauma wounds, as he does he dodges the question, "You are lucky to be alive, детеныш. Why were you thrown off that cliff? Your recent bleeding wounds suggest you've taken high caliber round." Glaz said bluntly, removing any metal and earth in the wounds, "This will hurt, детеныш" Glaz said as he applied antiseptic.


@Cyber Wolf

 

[Tasteless]

Her mind was groggily murky, as if water had washed in and diluted her memories. She shakes and watches him with wide eyes as he begins to tend to her wounds. She hesitates on his questions for several seconds. "I.. I was being chased.." her voice quivered, and shook as if her entire soul had been shaken violently. She digs his nails into the soft, linen cloth beneath her body. She bites her tongue as she struggles not to sob, her eyes had already been filled with tears, so the newfound pain simply made her beautiful eyes gush.


She whimpers and finds the edges of her vision becoming hazy, or the corners going dark. She struggles to keep her heavy eyes open, shock beginning to cause chaos in her body. Her blood was slowing, yet her skin was still cold, and pale.


@Blarg222

 

[Blarg222]

"Sleep детеныш" said Glaz as he wrapped his Jacket and blanket around her, additionally sticking in his last morphine needle. He then moved her into a nice corner of the dugout, before sitting beside her bed to check for fever. He had enough supplies to help her, however following this he would only have 1 quarter bottle of antiseptic, 1 bundle of gauze, and two pain killer pills. As much as he felt stupid for using something as valuable as medical supplies on a stranger, what remained of his faith gave him an emotional benefit. However another variable persisted, who was chasing her? Was he still around? Is he still looking for her? As the sun slowly went down, he kept his eyes ever so often scanning the coast through his rifle scope.


@Cyber Wolf

 

[Tasteless]

She walked with him for what felt like days. Her hand wrapped with his, he was much taller than her. She could feel the happiness that lingered in the air, the love that flowed from the both of them. She wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug, closing her eyes as she feels his warmth with hers.


Suddenly, she's looking up at someone else. It was was him in physical form. Yet his eyes didn't hold the love anymore.. with a mighty shove she was pushed free of the cliff again, and was falling. Again. She felt the same rush of panic as she flailed in mid air, before hitting the water.


Her eyes open the moment she hit the water in her dream. She's wrapped in a slightly dirty, worn blanket, and a thick jacket. She had curled her body up to fit under her only blankets.


She shudders softy as she shifts, expelling the warmth from where she was curled up for. She turns over and sees a man sitting beside her. After nearly dying from a heart attack, she curls back up again, a tad but closer to her savior, her gaze on him. Why did you save me.. she thinks, no longer able to sleep.


@Blarg222

 

[Blarg222]

It had been nearly a day since the woman had fallen asleep, and Glaz was glad to see she was once again conscious. "Good you are awake, you've been unconscious for about a day." Glaz says before he pulls out a flashlight and shines it in her eyes. He checks the girl pupils as they rapidly adjust to the light, showing she has taken no head trauma. He then snapped his finger by her ears, seeing the lobe quiver in response. As far he could tell she had no permenat damage. "What is your name? Do you have people to go to, a group? Family? Friends?" Glaz said, knowing it was rather forward but he was not one for small talk.

 

[Tasteless]

Sky pulls away from the man quickly as he begins to test her eyes and ears. She scoffs softly, and beginspotting to run her fingers through her tangled, wavy hair.


She looks toward the ground at the mention of a grouo, of her family or friends. "Not anymore.." She mutters softly under her breath. She carefully fumbles with her backpack m, that had miraculously stayed on her back for the fall and drowning, probably what had weighed her down so much.


She fidgets with the zipper, her gentle gaze focused on the ground, her cheeks pink, and her skin warmer.


@Blarg222

 

[Blarg222]

"I.....I'm sorry" was all Glaz could muster, not really the sentimental type, at least not now a days. Glaz couldn't help but care for her, she was obviously not prepared for this world, she was too naïve, and innocent to be here. He quickly began to reapply his camouflage as he looked away from her. "You are healthy as you can be, leave!" He said bluntly, his mind having been made. She would only slow him down, use up his food, and take his medicine, be a liability. He stood up and grabbed his rifle to show he was serious, this was no longer a world of sharing.

 

[Tasteless]

Her eyes widen, her body ached and terror gripped her stomach, squeezing it mercilessly. She looked toward her hands and nods gently, not wanting to fight him.. or anyone. He clothes still damp, as well as her backpack.


She slowly gets to her feet, and swings her backpack onto one shoulder. She avoids his gaze, her pale blie haze focused on the ground. "Thank you.. for helping me." She says softly, before slowly beginning to leave.


@Blarg222

 

[Blarg222]

Glaz watched as she walked along, silently waiting but also fighting within himself. His mind filled with guilt, for all he knew he had just condemned that girl to death. As he sat there he thought of all the comrades he'd lost but more importantly the ones he had let die, those he'd abandoned. He just sat and watched, maybe it was just another death on his hands, more blood upon his mind.

 

[Tasteless]

Sky limps along the river bank, slowly, watching the water flow effortlessly past her, clear and icy. She notices the pink, orange, and purple stripes along the sky. She smilee, then a gurgling sound makes her freeze, the sound of ripped, and mushijg, crunching. She slowly put her hand on her thigh for her knife, yet it's gone. Fuck. She curses herself. She must have left it with the man, yet if he went back, he'd surely shoot her without question.


She carefully continues on, and her gaze falls upon a zombie, it's back was to her, as it began to tear into a human stomach, the humans organs splayed out for her to see. The sickening sound of this creature snacking on the human made her stomach churn. This actually, is the first time she has even seen a zombie, as the group she was with coddled her and never allowed her to see. Panic fills her body, making every nerve tingle and quiver. She let's out a staggered, panicked breath, feeling a scream swelling in her throat.


@Blarg222

 

[Archon]

Lightness beamed through the murky windows of the truck, the beam blinding David slightly; causing him to squint and hold his hand up as if to turn the night back on. He didn't like the daylight. It was too easy to be spotted by the living, it was easier to be shot, than bitten after all. Yet such thoughts were pointless, right now he was alive... At least for the day, if he wanted to remain that way he had to move quickly and scavenge what he would.


With resistance from his tired muscles; David forced himself onto his feet, before gathering his necessities. It wasn't a glamorous way of living, simply using the back of a truck, but it was safe, and that's all that counted. With a great heave, the man pushed the rusty back doors ajar, before peering out with great caution. One quick scan of the surroundings, and the way was clear. He stepped out, onto the road. Looking out at the ruined-waste of what was once a glorious city, the streets littered with the fallen, those too weak to survive and those pulled down by them. It was a war of the mind, as much as it was a strain on the body, not a day went by when Michael didn't force that magnum to his temple; and think on how easy, and peaceful it'd be to just... Pull, ever so slightly. One pull, ad the nightmare was gone.


...Alas, he couldn't do it. Even with nothing to live for, the man didn't have the courage to end his own life, not because he didn't want to die. Or because he felt it was a cowards way out; but he lacked the gaul to make that little pull. And so, he remained. Wondering the streets of a desolate city, in a broken country, on a dying world.


A gunshot rings throughout the distance; a common sound these days, a sound the man now ignored. David had planned to journey to the coast; look for a boat, escape. He toled himself over and over it was a working plan, as such it was one he intended to follow. The hours espent walking were long and arduous, the fierce sun never relenting on it's scorching assault, beaming down with fury on the already strangled-earth. His legs tired, his knee became more and more tense. Almost there... He told himself, almost there.





Then a electric shooting pain zipped through his left leg like an internal tremor; his knee ceasing to bend causing the large man to tumble forward, it was true too. The bigger they are, the harder they fall. He'd cut his hands on the hard stone road, grimacing whilst stuck in that same spot; unable to move, vulnerable... Incapable. It took nearly 7 minutes 27 seconds to subside, he'd had time to count.


Pressing on, at a marginally slower pace; he finally reached not the coast, but close. A sound, walking. Close, oh so very close.


People?! Biters?! Adrenaline kicked in; his heart rate rose considerably, and he upholstered the magnum at his side.


Silently, stealthily, he crept around the tree; the detour through the forest may prove to be very good, or very bad, very soon. He saw him, a well-armed man? He couldn't get a clear sight; but he certainly was confident in the element of surprise.


He lunged from around the corner instantaneously, magnum raised pointing to what appeared to be a soldier. "Raise that gun sunny, and I'll blow your head open before you can blink!" Was his yelled threat, he meant the words, the other man was in no position to do a 360 degree turn and shoot David. David, was in a very good position to shoot the man. Nearby screams filled the forest, likely a girl being devoured by biters; his prayers went to her, but her death helped his situation. The zombies would likely be drawn to the man, who appeared to be a gun-but, he's shoot them as they appeared, or better yet try and save her. By that time; David would be long gone.


"Your food and water, now. Drop it, and go!" David's finger twitched, as he concentrated on the soldier. The time ticking down; every wasted second meant a higher risk of death. "I said drop it!"


@Cyber Wolf


(Hope you don't mind my rude interruption!)

 

[Tasteless]

(Ooc: let's just ignore my post then, huh?)


Sky whipped around, shifting loose rocks below her feet, favoring her leg quite a bit, her icy gaze locked on where the man's voice was heard. Fuck.. She could hear the growling from behind her. No more mashing, no more munching of bones. She glances behind her, the zombie was slowly approaching her from behind, his face bloody and rotten. Maybe the man wouldnt see the walker, yet she didn't care, she would rather be shot an die than be eaten. She ran forward, ignoring the screaming pain in her leg. She ran toward both the guys, panicking. She couldn't think of anything else to do, but go to them. She ran straight to Glaz, not knowing the other man. She looked small, pitiful. Her eyes were watery with tears as she ran for him. Scared of the new man. Scared of the approaching walkers.


@Blarg222

 

[Blarg222]

Glaz turned to see the barrel of a gun pointed to his head, holding a stoic look at the man. "If you are trying to rob me, then you better kill me right now. Because I will find you" Glaz said bluntly. He soon saw the girl pull in behind him, using his form to hide. He stared in to the man's eyes intently, his gaze a straight and narrow look. This man looked serious, and trained well enough to handle himself, and Glaz was not foolish enough to make a move.

 

[Archon]

The atmosphere choked David, his face betrayed no emotion but this had not gone to plan, at all. Biters were now on the move, the soldier was clearly not giving up anything. Even if it meant his death, if he didn't act the duo were surely going to be bit, yet should he decide to shoot them he had no doubt the likely better-trained combat and would be on him in an instant. Time slowed, his muscles tensed; he looked at the girl, her face was nastily bruised, and she had what appeared to be a bandaged wound on her leg, she hid behind the man David faced; likely for protection. His face twisted in contortion, in a moment of truth; he moved the gun barrel from the man's head, and shot the first zombie in the skull, and the second shot hit the other in the leg, bringing it to the ground.

 

[Tasteless]

Skyla didn't care that his man had tried to push her away. She didn't care that he had threatened her indirectly. She just wanted to be around someone. Anyone who could protect her, teach her, help her.. She clung to the back of Glaz's jacket, tears stinging her icy eyes as she tried to hold them back. She swallowed her sobs, not wanting him to yell at her for being weak, or seeing her as weak at all. She has her face against his back, her hands shaking and gripping tightly, as if her life depended on her holding him. Maybe that's how she saw it. If she let him go, he'd leave like the others did. That she would be alone again.


@Blarg222 @Archon

 

[CentEX]

Asher McMichael


He had been travelling for what seemed like an eternity now. His stomach was rumbling and his tongue was getting dry, but he couldn't stop. In his backpack, he had some food and water that could tend to his needs but Asher felt like he could go on without using them yet. The area around Asher was cold and snowy, but luckily, his leather jacket was more then capable of protecting him from the frigid environment. He hadn't seen much movement in the past two days, with nothing but small wildlife crossing paths with him. He wasn't sure if this was good or bad. It was nice not to have paranoiac and sketchy hillbillies pointing guns at him and asking Asher questions, but not having those crazy idiots around also meant no one to trade (or steal) supplies from. Sadly, it also meant that the dead continued to destroy humanity, limb for limb, and less and less people were walking on the face of God's green earth by the minute.





All of this still seemed unreal to Asher. How the world had fallen so quickly and all the things he had done to survive up until now. He knew that behind him stood a fallen city, that was now nothing more then a resting place for millions of people. A place where the dead were walking, biting and killing the living without a second thought. The frigid outskirts weren't the greatest, but it sure was better then getting mauled by armies of the undead in the big city. Without ever looking back, Asher marched on through the cold and windy forest, with no real goal in his mind expect surviving.


However, Asher was quickly stopped in his tracks. The sounds of a woman screaming... Then shortly after, a gun shot. Asher wasn't sure on what to do, but his curiosity took control over his actions. He slowly started following the noises that came from deeper inside the forest. Soon enough he found a quite interesting scene. A young woman holding on to what seemed like an army guy, while some other man was shooting some zombies who stood behind them. He was a bit confused with what was going on, but he preferred not to know. Not yet anyways. Crouching behind some trees and bushes, making sure they couldn't spot him, Asher kept watching. He wasn't sure if he should help or not. What if they shot him right on sight if he stepped in? He couldn't and wouldn't risk it. He preferred to sit back and "enjoy" the show. Maybe after, things settled down, he could try to trade some supplies with them. Or maybe, they could just mess up and he could take their supplies if the infected were to get the upper hand on them.

 

[Tasteless]

Apparently the gun shots were reeling in more undead. Skyla clung to Glaz tightly, when she was suddenly ripped away. Her shrill cry erupts from her throat, like it had when she was falling from the cliff, before Glaz had saved her. She thrashes and she can feel the snapping of teeth behind her. The cold hands grip her shoulders tightly causing her to stumble backward and fall. She flails as the zombie tries to bite at her wrists, weighing her down she pulls her hands free after giving the walker a mighty kick in the chest, forcing it backward. The young girl scrambles back, and her hand slides onto a large branch. She grips it tightly, and as the zombie lunges for her, she swings the branch upward, the other end of the branch slices through the zombies mouth and comes out the other side of its mushy skull. She whimpers and presses her back against a sturdy tree, her eyes teary and large with fear. The zombie bites at the stick, totally useless from the waist down. She was clearly new to this, scared, and flat out innocent. She refused to cry, inhaling and holding it, letting her tears dry from her eyes pale blue. Her cheeks are pink, and her hands splattered with the rotten blood from thearly walker. She stand up, and shakily goes back to Glaz's side.

 

[Hiddencard]

The cracker was just as dry as ever.


Up on a branch, with one leg dangling down, sat a girl with a pack of crackers and a bag in her lap. Her brown hair was tied in small braids along the side of her head, and one french braid in the middle of it, to keep the hair out of her face. She was partly covered in dirt from her travels, and a hole on her knee from tripping in an escape from a horde of infected. In her belt was a knife, with a bit of dried blood from when it was used for self-defense, and a gun with only a few bullets left.


Katja chewed down on her cracker, and leaned her head back against the trunk of the tree. Survival had become a given at this point, but she did miss talking with people who didn’t want to chew her head off, even if they were just looking for a trade. Ever since she got separated from her sister it had become difficult to find trustworthy people though. She often wondered how Skyla was doing, and if she had even managed to stay alive out there. Katja could make it, but she often worried about the younger who was always so dependent on others. She had tried to find her again, but so far… no luck. She had almost started giving up on the idea.


A gunshot caught her immediate attention, and she turned her head and furrowed her eyebrows. There were people here. Who would waste a shot in a place like this, crawling with infected? She chewed down her cracker, before she put the package back in her bag and slung it over her shoulders. It was a bad idea to get involved with a quarrel like that, she should really just get going before infected would start venturing her way.


Yet, she did feel a tiny bit curious. It had been so long since she had seen other people. She closed her eyes. “Ah, you’re an idiot, Katja, so so dumb,” she mumbled to herself, before she started making her way toward the sound. As she descended from the branch though, she immediately heard the unmistakable groan from one of the monsters and pulled out her knife. It’s head was slightly ajar from the neck, but not enough to kill it. She frowned by the sight. Some of these things were seriously repulsing. But, they were dumb though…


With a quick slice she tore through the rest of it’s neck, while it was mindlessly trying to grab her. With a gurgling sound it fell to the ground, but Katja didn’t waste time looking at it and continued on her way. Her breathings slightly caught, and she wiped the knife off on a tree trunk before sticking it back in her belt and continued forward to what could only be more trouble.

 

[Blarg222]

As the man moved and shot the walkers Glaz grabbed the man's forearm and tore it back before smacking him hard with a headbutt. He then was reered around see Sky under attack from the walker, however he was thoroughly surprised when she disabled it that quickly. However a carimng instinct inside knew she was shaken and he kneeled down beside her and pulled her in a comforting hug, "Its okay, детеныш. Its okay, you did good." Glaz said softly not wanting her to get thrown into shock, he began to softly sang a folk song he used to sing to his little sister.


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[Tasteless]

Sky was shocked by the hug, and she could feel her heart beating quicker and quicker. It had been what felt like months since she had been held in such an embrace. She wraps her arms around him tightly, burying her face in his neck like a small child would her mother. She huffed quietly, her breath quivered with terror, yet she held back her tears. She didn't want to look weak, not in front of him, he wasn't scared, so neither was she.


She felt soothed by the cooing song, and she felt warm, and safe. She knew the design of camo on his skin would surly be on her bruised face, yet she couldn't care less.


"I'm Skyla." Her voice was soft, and trembled slightly, yet her grip was strong, needing. She had strength physically, not so much mentally. Not yet.


@Blarg222

 

[Archon]

Of course, David had expected as much from the soldier; the headbutt crashed into his nose with enough force to stun the exceptionally tall man for a long period of time, yet instead of being detained, robbed, or even disarmed. The fool decided to spend the opportunity by coddling what was clearly a little-girl in need of growing up. Under normal circumstances, perhaps he'd have left now. Under normal circumstances, he would have noticed the other mans mercy.


Unfortunately, these weren't normal circumstances. David was frenzied by adrenaline, and he had a fierce temper. "Bad move soldier-boy!" David threatened through clenched teeth, as the stream of blood poured from his nose. "Bad fucking move!" He was seeing red at this point, having regained his footing; and senses, David began an energetically, anger filled pace towards the man, he didn't care whether he was hugging some weak adolescent. Not then, even with a still hazy vision; David threw out a left hook towards the soldiers head, in one swift strike for revenge from the headbutt - and now broken nose.


@Cyber Wolf