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Realistic or Modern Zombie Apocalypse

Tammy looked in unison with jennifer finding nothing useful. More or less just fucking junk. Tammy then glanced over as jenn brought up no scores currently. "I agree let's keep moving." Tammy nodded with approval. She did manage to notice an empty bottle of prescription drugs lying on the trash pile next to her left foot....she kicked it hearing no sounds of meds inside it. As they merged into the hall like a shadow tammy led into the next room. Nothing.


And the next with jenn. Nothing.


Meanwhile she noticed the left side of the second floor was getting scowered by the other survivors in the group. As the searched the left rows tammy and jenn covered the right.


They searched another room.


Nothing except some food. Which tammy gladly snagged.


The searched was frustrating but one room did have something of intrest. "Jenn look....it's locked." Tammy yanked on the cabinets door inside the room. They tried to keep as quiet as realistically possible. She then looked around for keys. If they were lucky I mean.


Tammy referred to the crowbar. " oops just use this?" She laughed a bit driving the end into the crevasse bending until the locked gave away. Tammy put the crowbar back in its "holster," referring to hanging it from her packs strap.


@Jennifer Shotain @Lola Shimmer @KathleneWilliams2121 @Crono
 
Jennifer felt like this search might turn up nothing. What if they did have medication, but not the one she needed? They had to. Some of the medication used is used in many other things. As long as it is an immunosuppressant, she'll be fine. But she needs them now. And she needs a lot of them.


Following Tammy, they made their way into another room. This time, Tammy found a cabinet of interest. It was locked.


"We just need to find Prednisone and that's it. We find that, grab every last bottle you can," she said to Tammy as she took out her crowbar and broke it open.


"I'll look. Best I do since I know what I'm looking for."


Walking up to it, she pulled on the cabinet. It was still locked, but with enough force, she could pull it open. With one swift movement, she placed her body against the cabinet, and swung back, using her momentum to force the cabinet to break open completely. It broke open and pill bottle fell on the floor. Jennifer dropped to the ground and began to check every bottle.


"Take this," she said picking up a bottle and handing it to Tammy. "It's Hydrocodone. Also known as Norco 10/325. It's a heavy duty pain killer." She looked around at the bottles on the floor. There were a couple other ones. However, none were prednisone or anything she needed.


"Take what's on the floor. That's heavy duty pain meds. I'll check the rest of the cabinet."


Slightly angered by not finding anything, she walked up the cabinet and forced it open roughly out of anger. When it hit the side, it made a loud noise. She was frustrated at the lack of medication. Searching through the bottles, she found various things, like more pain meds. But finally, she stumbled across some of the things she needed; her immunosuppressants.


"Whoa, whoa, here we go," she said grabbing bottles and beginning to count.


"One, two, three...," she said while quickly counting each one that had the name she was looking for. "I've got 23 fucking bottles of prednisone. Holy fuck," she said, showing some emotion suddenly, then going back to her robotic state. "Hold on, hold on. I see more. Four bottles of neoral cyclosporine... Here's some Vicodin... Not useful to me, but it's a good painkiller. Looks like seven bottles of it? I don't know how much each one has. Just take it. And, oh, okay. An inotropic agent. What is it? Um... Aha, norepinephrine. I can use this. Still not as good as prednisone."


She turned to Tammy.


"Take this. Take every fucking bottle in here. I may have missed some. We got what we needed and more. We hit the fucking medical jackpot. Opioids, immunosuppressants, fuck. We're good. Now grab everything and shove it in your backpack," she said as she took Prednisone as she needed it.


"We don't have time to dilly dally. I don't have a backpack. You've got to take it all. I'm counting on you to not get your ass lost. I need those meds to live, do you understand me? My life is in your hands right now."


She meant to sound the way she did; serious and slightly angry. She's been through hell, and she hasn't felt many emotions. But this made her feel something. She needed this to live. If Tammy messed up, Jennifer could be dead.


@tammynorthland @Crono @KathleneWilliams2121 @Lola Shimmer
 
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Tammy observed The medicine cabinets get raided through as jennifer commanded to pick up different bottles as she directed tammy rather desided to just pick em all up. As tammy was picking them up jenn mentioned to tammy that she just hit a jackpot of her immunosuppressants. These were so vital to jenns existence and who knew they would find so many in one place. Considering this hospital was so large and it seemed to be relatively intact led to suspicion that this hospital was very organized through the apocolypse. It showed that there could be more places like this. Perhaps a place they themselves could call their home.


Tammy at this point started stuffing the loot into her backpack. Some of the bottles made rattling noises due to the pills inside. Others were unopened instigating they were still cotton stuffed and fresh.


Tammy was no doctor but when jennifer mentioned that she found a few bottles of opiates tammy grew excited. As they continued the uncovering of the jackpot of meds tammy came across a floor cabinet she couldn't help but open. Apart from the medical surgeon kit she found the day before today in the vehicle that currently was in hollidays diesel there was another med kit, which tammy desided to salvage just gauze from it and the anticeptic, and....


Tammy found something not needed but greatly wanted.....Tammy found a unopened soap bottle. As pointless as this seemed for the occasion tammy carefully stuffed it into her backpack. She figured a shower would be nice and anything to lather her skin would make her feel 1000 times better. Things like this is what separated her from human and animal. She felt like a fucking animal. Tammy hadn't showered in days apart from washing her face it's probably been 3 weeks without a real cleaning. Tammy felt disgusted. And during her time alone she'd do anything to stay alive. This bottle was her treasure. "Not all treasure is silver and gold." Tammy murmured to herself under her breath. She stood up tall from recovering all the pills feeling her back Crack as she twisted her neck. "I'll protect these with my life then." Tammy glanced at her and smiled. She grabbed something else from the cabinet she though might be useful. "Clean your face a bit jenn." She tossed jenn a unopened hand wipe packet. "Can't have fucking people's blood on your face."


@Crono @Jennifer Shotain @Lola Shimmer @KathleneWilliams2121
 
Tori hadn't really said much after the plan had been decided on and put into action, I all honesty she was ready to split and be the hell out of here by now but they had things they needed to finish and there had been no point in turning back now. Not when they were doing so well i mean really what was the possibility of getting a chance like this again? slim to none she thought with a sigh. Her knife was once again in her hands, the blood dried fully now thank goodness it meant the chances of the handle slipping out of her hand were pretty non-exsistant which in a life or death situation could only be a good thing. She hung at the back of the group and indeed she even walked backwards, She knew the others would keep a good eye in the front of there little conga line and she kept eyes on the back, She followed the sound of their voices and their feet as they diligently made way down the hallway.


The walkie bumped lightly against Tori's hip with every step she took and it reassured her that even though the two groups were separated at least they had some sort of communication with each other if things went tits up. As if the very thought itself had forced the thing to come to life ti started to crackle at her hip and Tori froze staring down. She went utterly still waiting to get some sort of awful news about the others but when it was Holiday's voice that rang through it she visibly relaxed..."Well we know he ain't dead?" she said to herself but the relief was quickly followed by a frown when she heard the exchange between the two in what she could only assume was latin or something. Tori didn't speak it but it sure as hell didn't sound good..some sort of challenge no doubt. She ran her hand over her face. This could yet go terribly wrong, but she quickly pushed that from her mind when she realized she had stopped walking and had ended up behind the rest of her group. "Crap" she whispered and went into a light jog to catch up.
 
"Good. I trust you with my life right now. Don't let me down," said Jennifer in reply to Tammy saying she would protect the medication.


A sigh of relief could finally be let out for Jennifer. She had been so close to her death because of the limited medication. In a week she would have been dead. But, they got lucky and hit the jackpot. She could finally relax a bit and not worry about the final bottle's medication dwindling down to one pill.


Tammy caught Jennifer's attention. She held a rag in her hang and gave it ti her. She told Jennifer it'd be best to clean her face up.


"Blood's dry. This won't do shit until I have water to wash myself in," she said as she shoved it in her pocket. "I'll save it for later."


She unslung her rifle and noticed she was low on ammunition and magazines. This prompted her to think.


"There might be an armory nearby, or at least a place where they keep weapons and ammunition. Either we go try and find it real quick, or we hightail it out of here. I have no intentions of staying. We can't get lost from the others. If we do it, it has to be quick. Worth a shot or no?"


@tammynorthland
 
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Tammy payed close attention to the hallways, the moment Tammy had heard jennifer mention an armory she was already out to discover it, Tammy knew one thing though, it would be locked up. no way in hell they would just leave it open. meaning they would have to find a key to it, and if they did find a key there could be low supplies in there as well.


When Holliday chased after the murderers of the new mother Tammy recalled that the enemies were dwindling down on firearms, Holliday mentioned they had about 20 people in their group. This could have been a lie to him to protect the group they were now currently raiding or a honest last words of a dying man; regardless Tammy knew one thing. The "armory" would not be an easy place to score in. Tammy continued down the halls as the group moved like spiders out of the open in to their crevasses for protection. They eventually skimmed through the 2nd floor, some of the rooms were locked and not worth breaking into. the windows exposing old cluttered rooms that probably weren't of to much interest. Other rooms left open and had nothing according to the groups findings. Tammy did however find something of interest, it was an half used box of what Holliday called "9 millimeter ammunition," she did remember the pistol she found all that time ago from the former squad member when she first left her safe house apartment those 3 long months ago. And although she did not know how to load it tammy still put the tattered box with the few bullets (most likely 15 to 20) in her pocket of her backpack. Tammy then continued the movement scouring the halls, The 3rd and final floor was arriving at the end of te halls. Tammy begun to wonder if any further resistance would approach or they were waiting for the group to come to them...


@Lola Shimmer @Crono @KathleneWilliams2121 @Jennifer Shotain
 
Austin noticed Miyuki's nervous look as they towards the stairs after the other girls ran ahead, and assumed it was because of what the two of them were about to attempt. "You don't have to you know, you can help the others get the supplies and get out." It was hard to see how many would be on the roof, could be two or three...could be more. As they went up the stairs Austin took point with the rifle, looking to the staircase ahead of them at all times as they moved up and eventually passing the second floor that the others would have stopped off in.


@KathleneWilliams2121


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Miyuki looks over at Austin, who suggested to go with the others, "No. They will be fine and you need help. You don't know what you're up against. You could get overwealmed. " She didn't want to go with the other group and she ment what she said, that two people would be better as they could watch each other's back. Besides she felt Holliday could use them. She pulls out another arrow as she puts the end on the string. Watching Austin hold up his rifle, she thinks for a minute. She was thinking about Holliday's personality and there was no way that the stubborn cowboy would stay outside of the hostpial. "Maybe we should check the front. Knowing Holliday, he could be inside right now."


@Crono
 
As the two went down the hallway, Jennifer kept an eye on the doors around her. She hadn't forgotten about Irene and the other women that were being held there. They were being held somewhere. Keeping a close eye on the doors, Jennifer noticed a door that was different than the rest. It had an extra chained lock on it.


"Tammy, go on, I have to check something out first," she yelled to her staring at the door.


They wouldn't keep guns locked up like this. They need it to be at arm's reach in case of a situation arising that they needed them in a moment's notice. A new lock and key would be a hassle to deal with. There has to be people being held here behind this. It's most likely the women. Let's find out.


Jennifer raised the muzzle of her AR-15, put the barrel of the gun in front of the lock. Pulling the trigger, the gun went off and the chain broke. She went to go turn the handle of the door, and it wouldn't budge. She should have expected this. She again aimed at the locks in the door and fired until it opened.


Slowly pushing the door open, blackness met her eyes. She took her non-shooting hand off of the gun and felt the wall for a light switch. While doing so, she heard a faint noise. She paused and backed up, her rifle at the ready, senses learned in at room.


"H-hel-h-help.... P-ple-please...," said a faint voice from inside the room.


Jennifer stepped back into the room, and finally felt a switch. She flicked it, and a dim light lite up the room, while another flickered. Jennifer wasn't expecting what she saw.


The floor was covered with blood. It looked as if bodies had been dragged around the room, from the looks of the blood. In there lay a couple of bodies. Female. They were dead. It seems someone came in and either slot their throats or somewhere crucial. The places were all different. They seemed to have bled out. The appearance of bodies being dragged by blood was really the girls who dragged themselves to each other. They lie there all holding each other's hands. But one of them wasn't dead. Jennifer slowly made her way over to her as her breathing was raspy and faint. She lowered her gun, but was ready to use it if she had to.


Approaching the girl, she looked her in the eyes. Jennifer remained silent as the girl begged for her to help her. Kneeling down on a knee, she observed the scene. The girls all held hands as they bled out. Most looked like the ended up gagging on their own blood by the looks of it.


"Please... Help me get," started the girl before she had to take another breath. "Please... Help me... Get me... Out... Save me... Please... I don't," she started coughing. Blood came out and squirted all over Jennifer's face.


"I don't want to die like this," she said with what little strength she had in her.


Jennifer inspected her some more. It appeared they had stabbed her legs. She was missing a hand. And there was a cut that sliced it's way into her throat. Whatever happened, she got the worst of it, and hadn't died yet. When Jennifer saw this, she knew she was a goner. There was nothing she could do. She stood up.


"Wait, wait," she tried to yell as Jennifer stood up.


Jennifer then aimed her gun at her.


"No, no! Please, I don't want to die! Let me live! Please, don't do this," she began to sob and beg her not to kill her.


"I'm sorry," said Jennifer in a reluctant and sad tone, right before she pulled the trigger.


The moment she did, the girl's head flew back, and then forward. A tiny hole marked where the projectile went in. The back of her head, however, was missing.


She could see the tears still on her face. She knelt down and went to close her eyes. But she stopped. Her expression showed the fear and pain she was in the moment before she pulled the trigger. She looked her in the eyes. Jennifer had never done this with anyone she killed. She again saw all of the shit she had gone through. Jennifer let a small tear out as anger boiled in her. She closed the eyelids and got up.


"FUCK," she yelled as she kicked a trolley. It flew backwards and fell over.


She breathed in and out heavily. She was so sick of this day, sick of these people, sick of this world. She hated it. She wanted it over.


The things she had to do today are changing her, and Jennifer doesn't even notice it.


Turning around, she walked to the doorway, and once in the hall, turned around and closed the door. She didn't want to have to see that horror again.


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As Tammy watched the group begin to pan out, tammy tried to keep a steady composure, She heard Jenn mention that she wanted to look into the door that was locked up exceptionally more than a normal door in this hospital. Tammy nodded as a few shots fired sending shrapnel around jennifer, tammy watched her enter and at that moment she kept pursuing her normal activity of scanning for the enemy, in addition Tammy heard gunshots in the distance, Holliday... ' He must still be alive otherwise there would be anymore shots.' she thought as she cleared an empty room.


a few minutes went buy and Tammy heard a shot from the room Jennifer was in go off, Tammy jumped a bit. and glanced toward the doors direction, sure enough Jennifer came from the room and closed the door behind her. Tammy was gonna say something but she honestly did not really care and if jenn was alright there was no point in saying anything. Tammy pursued down the halls as the tension grew thicker, the same way fog rolled in on a cold morning. there was a similar feeling, the air became heavier with the smell of gunpowder in the subnotes of the dusty hospital. Tammy then moved around the corner approaching a waiting room. it was a large open space with former counters for where the nurses would register people, there seemed to be 3 kiosk style check in spots in the middle along with a few doors surrounding the large lobby. Tammy crouched down. Something was making her skin crawl.


@Jennifer Shotain @Crono @Lola Shimmer @KathleneWilliams2121
 
"Like you said, we don't know what's up there. You coming along might not change it and then we'd both get overwhelmed. I'm just trying to give you an out." A few steps later and Miyuki's conversation Austin felt confident that the stairwell was clear and safe he dropped the gun to only hold with one arm, paused on the steps and turned to face the girl, "What happens when we step outside and right into the rest of them?" But maybe she had a point, the man letting out a sigh as they were already halfway up.


Normally he'd suggest the split up option again, but he wasn't about to send Miyuki on her own. "Alright then c'mon, let's go see if your boyfriends down there." Austin didn't give the girl time to give him any sort of look, moving back down the steps and past her before she had the chance.


@KathleneWilliams2121
 
Holliday wasn't her boyfriend, they barely know one another and they only reason they met was because she blackmailed him. Miyuki was about to say something but decided at it as that wasn't important right now. She follows Austin down the stairs as she got her arrow ready. As she went down the hall with Austin she lifts her arm up to practice her aiming to see how fast she was. She was decent, even though her arm was starting to sting due to the movements she had to do with her shooting. She just needed to be careful as another wound to her arm could make her where she would be useless. She just hoped the other team found the pills that they have been looking for. Jen needed those pills and Tiffany would need some meds after the baby. Miyuki looks over at Austin who was leading the two of them, "Do you think that Holliday is ok? I know he is good with his guns and all but his cocky attitude might get him into trouble."


@Crono
 
Austin was focused on making sure that they didn't indeed get stuck or overwhelmed, well as best he could. Listening, peeking corners, just being aware in general until Miyuki spoke up, "Oh he's a cocky sonovabitch alright." Austin remarked inwardly enjoying the comment, then turned to look at her. "But from what I've seen he can back up that attitude. Hopefully with knowing our lives are on the line with this whole operation will keep him in check." Austin shrugged, followed by reaching up to massage at one of the shoulders at the soreness from his earlier tussle.


Having noticed Miyuki was favoring her arm, which was expected with the injury he reached behind and into his waistline. Pulling the Beretta free he held it backwards out towards her as they kept moving and nodded for her to grab it, "Take it. I know you like your bow and hopefully you won't need it. Just as a precaution, keep it as a backup."


@KathleneWilliams2121
 
Miyuki nods her head as Austin spoke. She knew they had bad blood and all so she didn't bother with a comment. Hopefully be was right and he is alright. She then looks over at Austin who held to her a Beretta, or at least that's what she thought it was, as her knowledge on guns was very very limited. To the point where she didn't know the names of them. Miyuki takes the gun, her hand shaky as she looks at. Holding it firm, she looks at it on both sides. She nods and puts the gun in a pocket of her quiver so she could get to it fast. "T.thank you, Austin." She says as now she was thankful for the weapon. They get down the end of the stairs as Miyuki gets ready for something, anything to pop out and try to kill them. "So far, so good," she says as she looks around the corner.


@Crono
 
Jennifer saw Tammy run down the hall. She didn't even bother to follow. She had no idea where she was off to. She knew that they needed to find weapons and ammunition, and hopefully a backpack for herself while she was at it. Searching the halls, she didn't find anything out of the ordinary in the rooms. Some rooms looked as if they were barely touched from the start of the disease and when the world went to shit.


Jennifer began to think. Wouldn't all of the supplies be in the same general area? She doubled back to the place where she found the medication. Once she was there, she began to observe the area around quickly. The doors didn't seem any different from each other. The rooms, if they had windows, were closed. She would have to check every room, one by one, and fast. She doesn't have all day.


She started searching to the left of the room with medication. It was unlocked, and inside was nothing more than a pile of what appeared to be garbage. She then searched another room. This one had nothing but boxes in it. She did the same for three other rooms and found nothing. Until she got to a room to the right of the medicine one, two doors down. The door was locked, and again, Jennifer shot the lock, and pushed the door open. Inside, she found a pile of weapons, ammunition, supplies, and a bunch of other various supplies.


Jennifer's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. They had been stockpiling many arms and ammunition. In the room, she could see a whole plethora of firearms. AR-15's, AK rifles, various handguns, suppressors, magazines, shotguns, ammunition and tactical gear. With them, she found backpacks lined up. She hit the jackpot again.


Running over to the backpack, she grabbed the largest one she could find. It looked like a military backpack that the Marines would wear. It had enough space and pockets for her to fit what she needed. Since no one was there, and Tammy ran off to the next floor, she had to gather all of the supplies. Admittedly, she wasn't very strong, especially at the moment, after enduring what she went through. But that doesn't matter. Her group needed these guns and ammunition.


With the backpack at hand, she ran over to the guns. She grabbed several handguns, making a mental note of what each one was she she could get the correct magazines and ammunition. Then, she went to the rifles. The AR's were long. But she figured that if she disassembled them like she were to clean one, she could fit them easier in her backpack. She quickly popped out the pins and separated the receivers and threw them into her backpack. She was able to fir three pairs in. Next, she went to grab magazines. She also grabbed a Ruger 10/22. Lucky for her, it was their model made for backpack storage, the take down model. As she had kept a mental note of it, she grabbed the correct magazines. After that, she went to ammo. She grabbed whatever she could, focusing on the main ammunition that her group had to her knowledge. Then there was suppressors. She grabbed seven in total. Just before she was about to run out, she looked back at the room. There were holsters for handguns. Running back to the handguns, she found one she liked chambered in 9mm. It was a Sig Sauer P226 with a threaded barrel. Putting two and two together, she found a holster that fit, and strapped the leg holster onto her right leg, grabbed a couple of magazines for the gun, loaded them up, holstered it, grabbed her backpack, and ran out of the room.


The backpack was very heavy and clumsy. But, it will have to do. The group needed this stuff. Jennifer began to run to the staircase where Tammy went up. She could have been long gone. The weight of the backpack impeded her movement a bit and slowed her down. Once she got to the third floor, she looked around, rifle shouldered and scanning the area.


"Tammy? Tammy, where are you," she yelled in the hall on the third floor.


@tammynorthland
 
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Tammy glanced around, her mind was changing gears like a formula 1 racecar, she listened intently behind the gunshots in the hospital from holliday. She gazed silently across the hallways for any sorts of suspicious activity. Tammy glared at the large directory displayed on the wall next to the largest check-in counter. It said the floor was mainly administrative offices and for pediatric studies and patient visits. beads of sweat formed across her head as she wiped her dirty arm across to berid of the issue. her veins fired in unison with her heart to keep the blood flowing. even her endocrine gland was getting its work in from the amount of adrenaline it had to push through her 135 pound body As the gunshots seized Tammy had a better time hearing for footsteps or anything suspicious, she caught the corner of her eye some movement, The rate of her heart increase.she leveled the barrel toward the movement and saw it move out of sight. Tammy fired at the drywall sending drywall flying from the hospital walls where the movement came from, causing a figure to make clumsy footsteps in a most likely crouched position to stay out of the line of fire, Tammy immediately went after the person lurching toward it in a somewhat sprint sort of fashion, she watched the figure move into a room labelled 'childrens waiting room' which must have been a separate room where the children would enter for their exams and doctors visits. Tammy bolted toward the door in hopes to see the enemy for a clear shot.


Tammy felt her heart begin to pound through her chest and she may her way quickly through the door and into the next waiting room, once past the door Tammy was about 4 paces past the door and the slam of it shut the door behind her, she immediately jerked her head back and felt a clean cut almost land a blow on her face from a machete, Tammy happened to just be barely out of swings reach and managed a slight skim across the bridge of her nose releasing blood toward her mouth. Tammy stepped back and regained her composure from the close call she just had from the attcaker. The woman was a bit older than she was maybe by 5 or 6 years. Tammy noticed she was a bit built just like Tammy, the woman had a hat on like marines used to wear when they were in the field. She had a tank top on and army pants exposing her physique. She definitely was not a typical skinny girl who liked doing nails and going shopping. But then again, Tammy was not exactly like that either. The woman stood tall and proud like she owned the place hands clenched tight onto the weapon she had in her grip. her skin was olive in color and hair long and brown going past her midback most likely but was tied in a tight fishtail braid. Tammy heard Jennifer's words echo in her head 'my life is in your hands' Tammy referred to her backpack and drew the gun as the woman went for another swing while Tammy pulled the trigger


click


Tammy didn't feel a round shoot off, empty.


The machete swung and Tammy jumped back as she felt contact on the machete causing her to drop the gun. Like it would do any good anyway. Tammy made eye contact with her again.


"You killed our friend in cold blood." Tammy asked unarmed.


The woman laughed and smiled at her, "You people killed many of my friends." she said, "whats your name girl?"


Tammy narrowed her eyes, "Tammy Northland."


"ah what a beautiful name." she said at this point they circled the lobby about 5 feet of distance between them. "why don't you shoot me with that other gun?"


Tammy chuckled back, "because its empty too." Tammy spat on the carpet of the hospital as blood got in her mouth from the cut she just recieved on her nose.


"Oh really? how convenient to be locked in here then."


"locked?"


"doors locked both ways only one way out and thats the key." She smiled and reached her fingers into her cargo pants and withdrew a jingling set of keys.


Tammy lifted an eyebrow. "your setting me up fucker."


the woman tilted her head. "the names Rachel Monupal, nice to meet you t-"


"don't change the subject bitch!"


The room was set up like an everyday waiting room. near the windows were old tables and chairs for the patients to sit in. The windows had blue curtains and the room was littered with childrens' toys and books in one corner. Tammy looked at the clock that still worked on the wall from an most likely very old battery. its been only an hour since the raid began, felt like eons. all the running and fighting was beginning to wear on Tammy. She had to stay strong though. This was going to be a fight, and no one would be able to help her.


"Listen here... I was asked by our leader to silence you people, I may not fullfil that but I am certainly gonna get away with killing one of you. Guess whose the lucky one today?" she cracked her neck. "Tammy."


Tammy left her machete on the ground upon pursuing the woman, her guns were out, and she had a 30 pound pack and gun on her back. Tammy undid her backpack on edge. And drew her crowbar from the hooked end. "I told a friend I would keep her life safe, I intend on keeping that promise." Tammy observed her footing, perfect fighting stance. most likely had martial art training if she really was in the military at one point. "Fight together or die alone."


"listen to yourself...keeping promis-"


Tammy dove at her with the crowbar taking a hard swing at her head during her sentence, the Rachel jumped to the side and made a swing of the blade at Tammys' extended arm. She withdrew it quickly.


Next came a swing toward her neck, Tammy doubled back her stance and leaped out of reached as the two conjoined equal strength swings Tammy was blocking, Rachel swinging. Tammy gave a kick to her making the first contact in her stomach knocking her back. As Tammy went for a downward swing on the nearest knee in hopes to stun her again, she made another swipe of the blade toward Tammy; making her second guess the swing and backing out early.


Rachel and Tammy exchanged blows for what felt like hours was actually a mere few minutes. Tammy tripped on a end table that Rachel shoved Tammy into causing her to lose balance barely missing the blow from the womans machete. "fuck." she grunted recoiling from the blow, Tammy could tell this woman had experience fighting. The blows continued back and forth. Tammy finally made contact. not a good one but enough to stun her for the second to tackle her to the ground causing them both to be disarmed, although the only thing Tammy ever punched was a bag at the gym back then; Tammy landed a hard blow across the nose feeling blood shoot out of Rachels nose like a faucet. Right afterward Getting punched back on the mouth throwing Tammy back and Rachel kneed Tammy in the stomach, Tammy gasped desperately for air as they both were on the ground at this point.


They scrambled to their feet without haste and Tammy reached for the machete just to feel another knee to the stomach causing Tammy to tear up a bit from the pain. She weezed and pushed the machete further away from them. At this point they were standing once again and Tammy held her stomach. "fucking I'm uncultured." she spat again.


"you think this would be easy for you? I fought bigger men than both of us before." Rachel stung at her.


Tammy recovered the crowbar by the chair of the waiting room and tightened her grip trying to keep her composure. "I partied in college." Tammy gave another one of her sadistic smiled, she had a fucking deathwish. She made a sweeping motion with her feet to maintain stability across the floor and edged a hook end swing at Rachel while she dove out of the way with a quick tuck and roll recovery, Tammy swung again. no luck she was good at what she did. The machete was already in her hands before Tammy could register it.


A swift swing made a vulger slash into Tammys arm skinning the top layer of skin of but not deep enough to hit an artery of bone, Tammy screamed in pain and glanced at the wound. The cut was a skim but deep enough to immediately release fresh warm red blood down her arm and onto the crowbar. Tammy clenched her teeth from the pain and to prevent her from screaming, the blood from her nose still dripping. Tammy was furious at this point, she made a clumsy swing at her again in an attempt to hit her hand and hopefully break something just to miss again. She needed to land a solid blow again. Tammy glanced behind the girl and saw an end table behind her posed next to a waiting room couch. Tammy swung again to gain ground, closing the gap between Rachel and the knee high table, and again. And again. Tammy closed the gap, as Tammy dodged a swing from the enemy upon the recovery of the swing Tammy football tackled Rachel into the table causing her to topple over and knock the table over. The keys she had on her flopped onto the floor on the carpet with a short lived jingle. she landed on top of Rachel causing the air to fly from her lungs, Tammy knocked the machete from her hand and took a short swift swing with the crowbar to her enemies face with a consistent solid crack. Tammy was sure that would knock her out but Rachel rebuttled a striking punch to Tammy face, and another before Tammy even knew what happened. her head swung back as Rachel used the opportunity the push her off again, and they recovered to their feet.


The fight continued fist to fist with each one trying to scramble for weapon just to be knocked back again by a punch or kick. Tammy could feel fatigue coming on as she was shaking from pain, adrenaline, and growing tired. Tammy had the been pushed up against the window of the building and was knocked off balance. Tammy was punched hard in the face, then the stomach again causing her to fell like she was going to vomit, then another punch to the face. Tammy felt her face begin to swell already and the cut continued to bleed. Tammy grabbed Rachels shoulders and spun around and used a hand to slam Rachels head into the glass. She recoiled trying to punch again. Tammy caught the fist. and returned another punch to Rachel. Tammy slammed her head against the glass again and again and then


Crash!!


The glass shattered all over from the head slamming into the window so many times causing shards to scatter all over the ground near the window of the waiting room. Tammy felt a spare shard cut across her arm but not enough to be something she would worry about compared to the machete wound. Rachel was dazed as Tammy went for another punch to be blocked by Rachels free arm. with a swift shoving motion Rachel pushed away Tammy and went in for a tackle. Tammys head slammed against the ground and caused her to almost lose consciousness, she couldn't get this girl to ease up or weaken her. Then came another blow to the face, and another, and another. "you stupid fucking bitch think you can kill me?!" Rachel sat on top of Tammy as she was getting blow after blow. Tammy lost consciousness.


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Rachel waited a minute before getting off the girl. She walked over to the gear Tammy placed on the ground and opened the backpack. "this bitch tried to steal our medicine? why so many immunosuppresents?" She picked up the pack and picked up the gun inspecting the chamber. sure enough it was out of ammo. just like she said. "why go this far for a bag of meds?"


...."be...cause" Tammy weezed back from her unconscious state. "Those are to keep my friend alive..." Tammy struggled to stand, using the couch as support to crutch herself to a weak standing pose. Tammy wiped her face. She looked like dogshit, not only did she have a beaten bruised face from the punches, but the glass she passed out on left cuts in her back through her clothes causing blood to begin to soak the shirt. And on top of it the wound to her arm from the machete and the glass shard left her beaten and bloodied. Tammy tried to regain composure and cracked her back in the process. She was weak and probably had a concussion. She couldnt die like this. on the contrary, the woman Rachel was relatively in decent shape. She had no major bleeding like Tammy did, and her face only had a few blows that would end up swelling, along with the black eye that was already beginning to show on Rachels face. "Those are not for you."


Rachel twitched an eyebrow and laughed loudly and hysterically. "These aren't for me? I don't give a shit was is or isn't mine, This place your in is mine. Its all mine. You have no room to talk I'm uncultured." She held the bag with a medium grip in one hand. as she placed the gun against the wall near the window. " you know since these are so important for your so called dumbass friend whose gonna die the same painful death as you will. You can keep them." Rachel walked toward the window that was now shattered and stood next to it in front of Tammy. Tammy turned her back away from Rachel as she came close to her. "tell her I will leave them outside for her." she tossed the bag out of the window.


"NOOO!!!" Tammy screamed, the bag flew out of the third floor an down below as it hit the ground. a small team of corpsers already were beggining to show interest in the commotion from the hospital. 10 were glaring up with their decaying rotten faces and decrepit flesh hanging from their bodies. The bag landed right in the middle as they clawed at Rachel who looked down at the backpack.


"hopefully our guest don't need Vicodin." Rachel laughed louder this time like she was enjoying the pain she got to see Tammy in.


Tammy continued to keep her back away from Her and weezed again. Her body was weak and she needed to get her wounds tended to right away, if she lived that long. Her fingers bleeding from clutching so hard. her fingers dripped with the warm blood, she was filled with rage and pain. She had to do what ever it took to keep those safe and she lost them all. not one bottle but the whole bag.


Tammy continued to limply crutch herself on the couch for support as the woman stared with pride at the battle, " you should just sit, dying will be easier if your relaxed." Rachel mentioned as she went and grabbed the machete abandoned a few feet from the window during the fight. she stared at the blade, feeling the edges which dripped with Tammys blood. The blade was an anodize steel and black in color with a rubber grip handle, must have been an expensive machete considering how clean it cut.


Tammy whispered, "if I were meant to die it would have already happened." Tammy drew the hand behind her back convered in blood from the shard of glass she picked up off the ground when she got up, and lunged as fast as she could at Rachel driving with all her might feeling Tammys skin tear as well as the skin on Rachels chest where her esophagus was, digging the glass shiv deep as it could go. Tammy winced from the pain of the glass cutting her hand and Rachel stared in disbelief having no time to react, Tammy took a step back; Rachel stood there for a moment and leaned back onto the broken glass of the windowsill tearing her fingers on the rim of the sill she leaned on. she dropped the machete and used that hand to feel the wound as she withdrew a shaking breath. The glass was deep inside most likely severing the esophagus making her lungs fill with her own blood. Tammy panted from the pain she was in. The girl stared at her feeling the wound as blood drained out of her body all over her shirt, and begun to drip on the ground.


Tammy walked up face to face only an inch apart from Rachels dying last breaths and moved toward her ear and whispered "if you sit down, your death will be alot easier." and with a swift motion, Tammy shoved with all she had left Rachels chest causing her to topple over and out the window. Tammy glanced out the window as she fell. her face staring blankly back at her, Tammy watched her back slam against the ground three stories down from the window. The corpsers immediately took close attention to the meal they just received and began without hesitation to dig into their morning breakfast. The face stared up at Tammy as it was bitten into by a corpser. Tammy watched the shit show unfold tearing into Rachels body, she may have died on impact, maybe before even falling. If she was alive she couldn't scream because even that wouldn't be possible thanks to the glass lodged in her chest from Tammy Northland. Tammy broke eye contact and saw the bag of pills. She stepped away from the window and stepped on the machete on accident. The battle she spent these past moments on the brink of consciousness and worse, death had just ended. She fought valiantly as the now breakfast for corpsers did a well. Tammy was shaking from a combination of fear, adrenaline, exhaustion, and pain.


Tammy glanced down at it, she was almost murdered by this weapon. This black machete could have killed her had not been as strong as she was today. Tammy felt the adrenaline begin to wear off and the pain start to erupt from her wounds she had received. apart from the shards of glass that smashed into her back muscle and flesh, she also had a very serious injury on her arm alongside with a glass wound there as well. her face was beaten and bloodied along with a matching set of two black eyes to go with it. Tammy felt her cut on her nose, her bruises on her cheeks and her blood that was draining from her face. Tammy picked up the machete, admiring the curves and weight like the one in the waiting room. "Thats 2." Tammy said recovering the rifle and crowbar as well. Tammy took a few seconds to convince herself she could walk and continue fighting but knew there wasn't much left in her. upon getting ready to leave Tammy saw a child's book open on the floor near the front check in desk across the room. Tammy picked it up. It was titled "Hercules" she flipped through the book that touched the hands of most likely many many children. She found the picture book entertaining seeing an illustrated picture of books hero Hercules fighting a monster that when the head is severed it is replaced by 2 more heads. This book called the monster a Hydra. Tammy chuckled a bit feeling a bit more human because a simple child's book. she began to reminisce the days of running around the playground with all her friends as a child playing tag before class started, to having ice cream with her parents every Friday after school, her first day she went to middle school how she went into the wrong class on the first day. these childhood memories that kept her smiling in this world. The countless times she stayed up late to study for test in high school, her graduation party and her first car. All the way up to college where she lived on her own for the first time in her life. She cut the daydreaming though. She had to. 'This isn't how it is anymore though' she thought.
 
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Chapter 3


Death of a Duelist
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With every step he took, Holliday’s boots made a dull thud against the tile. The sound echoed and bounced off the halls of the empty hospital. Faint sounds of gunfire could be heard in the distance, which no doubt meant his allies were engaged in combat. They would have to hold out on their own as Holliday had his own goal to attend to.


Holliday walked slowly, carefully analyzing the entirety of his surroundings. His eyes swept each and every hallway slowly back and forth, looking for movement of any kind. His ears were fine-tuned, listening for even the faintest sounds. His hands held his Winchester at port arms position, where he could move the gun around quite freely and take a shot off quickly. Every time he rounded a corner, he did it slowly, taking it only a fraction of a degree at a time.


It took several minutes for Holliday to find the stairs leading to the second floor. He’d stumbled upon the elevators almost immediately after his firefight, but they lacked the power to take him up. In the end, he had to travel down hall left of the check in desk past a small cafeteria in order to find the fire stairwell.


When he got to it, he was hesitant to open the door. If an enemy laid waiting at the top, Holliday would be easy pickings. So he crouched down and tried to view as much as he could through the small glass window in the door. As far as he could tell, it was clear.


Holliday tripped the latch with his elbow and kicked the door open whilst simultaneously raising his rifle to shoot. He immediately pointed up, as this would be where any threat was likely to come from. When no shots rained down from above, Holliday felt a little at ease. Nevertheless, he still stayed alert.


The steps to the stairs were filthy, blood had been splattered everywhere. That didn’t really surprise Holliday; he could already imagine scores of people trying to flee the upper levels only to cut off on both sides by the dead. While the bodies for the most part seemed to have been removed, signs of what had transpired were still present. Though it looked straight out of a horror movie, Holliday had grown used to seeing such things.


He took each step one at a time, keeping with the theme of going slowly. When you rushed you got sloppy, Holliday couldn’t afford that. He dared not reach for the handrails as that would mean he’d have to pry a hand from his rifle. Though all appeared safe, such wasn’t always the case. Holliday moved straight up two flights. He’d found a directory near the lobby saying that the administrative buildings were on the third and final floor. This was where he figured the colonel to reside.


As he reached the top, he opened the door just as he had on the lower floor. He was now extremely wary. By the sounds he had hear prior, he assumed none his companions had made it to this level as of yet. This meant that several hostiles could still be lurking within any room or hall.


Holliday began to move through the halls again, looking for the general area where he had predicted the enemy leader to lie. He passed a nursery and made a mental note of its location, so he could double back and retrieve some supplies. Not wanting to waste any actually searching the room, he stood by the window and scanned over it with his eyes. While he did this, he diverted their attention away from his surroundings.


In what seemed like an instant, Holliday heard the clatter of a man come charging at him. He barely had time to process what was going on, as he had been distracted. The man hefted an object above his head, causing Holliday to realize he carried no firearm, but rather some kind of melee weapon.


The man brought the weapon down in a horizontal slash. Holliday responded by raising his rifle up and using the gun itself to block the attack. With a clunk, Holliday saw the blade of a machete bite into the wooden butt-stock of his gun, leaving a huge gash. The man pulled hard to release the blade from the wood, but he pulled too much. The blade flung free and over extended the mans reach behind him, putting him in a awkward position.


Holliday used the opportunity to smash the butt of the gun with as much force as he could into the man’s face. This stunned him and gave Holliday the chance to take a few quick back-steps. When the man had regained his composure, he looked to see Holliday holding his rifle at his hip. While spaced a bit from each other, they were still practically point blank, a range where Holliday didn’t even have to aim. With a few quick jerks of the arm and precise timing when pulling the trigger, Holliday quickly fired three rounds into the mans chest. He fell dead and leaving Holliday a bit out of breath. That one had come to close for comfort.


Holliday tried to reload his Winchester but his hands were shaking just a little. How could he have been so careless? One slip up over something stupid nearly cost him his life. No, there was no sense in fretting over something that had passed; he would just have to be more careful in the future. He took a moment and slowed his breathing and give up all conscious thought. He needed to retrieve his gunfighter’s mindset. Though it took a minute or so, he recomposed his mental state.


When done, he began scouting the halls again, gradually making his way to his destination. He had the fortune to not meet any more hostile forces, though he constantly stayed alert for them. As he approached, he heard the clinking of glass followed by the slamming of the action on a pistol. Had they heard him approach?


“Come in.” He heard a voice call. Holliday froze in his place, they had. He carefully racked the lever to his rifle, ready to go in guns blazing.


“I wouldn’t recommend that,” said a different voice than the one before, it came directly from behind. ‘Shit!’ Holliday thought. Someone had managed to get the drop on him yet again. He was losing his touch. It left him in a very precarious situation.


“Set rifle down right where you stand then keep your hands in the air, well above your head,” The man continued. Holliday complied, as he could feel the barrel of a pistol pressed up against his back.


“You’re one lucky bastard,” the man when Holliday was done. “If it had been me Id have shot you dead on the spot. But you’ve caught the Colonel’s attention. He’s still going to kill you, but he’d like some information first. Now walk.” Holliday did so and slowly moved straight for the door of the administrative office. The man behind him picked up the Winchester and followed.


When Holliday entered the room, the first thing he saw was the man sitting at the desk. He was older, at least in his late 50’s. Nearly all of the hair on his head was silver in color. His hair was short and neat; likewise he wore a well-trimmed beard. The clothes he wore were all fairly clean, almost as if they were constantly washed. Amazingly, they were almost wrinkle free as well. His posture was rigid and stout. Overall he had the air of a natural leader. Based on appearance, Holliday wouldn’t have been surprised if he had been a actual colonel at one point or another. This however didn’t change the fact that he lead a band of murders and cut throats.


On the desk in front of the Colonel sat a bottle of Maker’s 46 whiskey accompanied by 3 shot glasses. Beside the glasses laid a pistol, no, not a pistol but a contraption. Holliday recognized it on the spot, an STI 2011, the most premier race gun available. They were expensive, as hell, and usually only the very best would invest in them. His eyes flicked back up to the Colonel and the man gave him a sick smile.


The Colonel reached forward and Holliday tensed up. He wanted to reach for his revolvers, but the man behind him still held a gun to his back. He was screwed either way.


Luck had it that the Colonel grabbed the bottle of whiskey rather than the gun. He pulled cork out of the top and poured two shots. “Good work Anderson.” He said holding out one of the glasses. The man behind Holliday walked over to his superior, though his pistol stayed trained on Holliday the entire time. He leaned the Winchester against the desk with one hand and then took the shot. Anderson drank it down in a single gulp.


At the same time the colonel took a good look at Holliday’s Winchester and started to chuckle. “Well this was not what I was expecting by any means. By the sound of those shots Id have guessed you had some kind of Semi-Auto.” The man then straightened and his demeanor changed completely. His brow furrowed and his eyes turned a stormy grey. He was letting his true temper show through.


“How old are you boy,” He demanded in a low but threatening tone.


“17,” Holliday said with a smirk.


The Colonel stared directly into his eyes as if considering what he had just said. “How many of my men have you killed.”


Holliday grinned wide. He knew the number right off the top of his head. There was the five who had attacked Skylynn, the sniper, the three guards at the front, the three who had rushed him in the lobby, and lastly the man with the machete. “In total, 13.” He paused and then laughed. “Soon to be 14,” he said raising his hand to point at Anderson, the man who held him at gunpoint. “You’re 15.” He finished returning the Colonel death stare. It wasn’t some bluff either; Holliday knew full well exactly what position he was in. He meant all of it.


“You punk!” Anderson screamed. He stormed over and raised his pistol. Not to shoot, but to whip him across the face with the barrel.


“You god damned idiot!” the colonel hollered, jumping out of his chair. However the warning was too late.


Holliday had instantly reached for his left pistol the second the gun was no longer aimed directly at him. He held the gun with two hands, something rare for him to do, as it just wasn’t his style. When he fired the first shot, he held the trigger down and repeatedly dropped the hammer with the opposite hand, allowing him to triple tap the man’s chest with incredible speed.


He didn’t have any chance at engaging the Colonel however. The man had already picked up his pistol from the table and began firing at a blazing fast speed. Holliday practically had to throw himself out of the door in order to avoid getting killed. Even then he felt two bullets tear through his flesh. One skimmed his shoulder, another his neck.


‘Just who the hell is this guy!’ Holliday thought as he tore down the hallway. He was panting from the pain of his recent wounds. Though not fatal, they hurt like a motherfucker. As he ran he turned and fired one handed behind him to keep the Colonel suppressed.


‘That gun,’ he thought, ‘he has to be an practical shooter; IDPA, maybe IPSC. Not one of the best, but still damn good. Shit.’ When he’d emptied his revolver, Holliday knew he couldn’t keep running straight. He ducked into the closest room. He immediately opened the loading gate and ejected every single spent round. Then he hurried to replace them with loaded rounds.


The fact of the matter was that Holliday could not compete with the speed of the other man in terms of fire rate. His strength had always lied upon the draw. His preferred one-handed shooter was indeed fast, but he just couldn’t match the Colonel. How could he? Maybe if he had still had his rifle, He’d have a better chance.


Holliday did about the only thing he could do to help account for the difference, he reached down and drew a second revolver. Duel-Wielding, or gunfighter as it had commonly been referred to in his sport, would allow him to make up some of the difference in split times between the shots. The man would no doubt be using an extended magazine. He’d only have 12 shots between the two of his pistols, meaning that he’d have fewer shots total than his enemy. “Fucking perfect,” Holliday grumbled to himself and then he listened.


Footsteps echoed down the hall. They weren’t fast, hell they weren’t even casual. No, he moved like a wolf would as it circled a fallen animal. The Colonel held his pistol in both hands, arms straight except for a slight bend at the elbow. He didn’t have it sighted in, instead he carried it with the muzzle pointing towards the ground so that his arms could relax.


As he approached, Holliday heard the man speak. “Don’t tell me you’re not feeling it aren’t you? Come now, the adrenaline has to be coursing through your veins. I want to kill you for what you have done, slowly and painfully. But this feeling, I grew addicted to it back when I was a ground trooper. Id ordered Anderson not to shoot you because I needed to take you on. No one has been able to stand up to me before; you’re the closest yet. Come out, face me.”


It was strange to hear it from the old bastard, but he was right. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Holliday shared similar thoughts. There was a certain thrill that accompanied situations like this. He’d always felt it any time he drew his gun in a life and death situation. His mind was always clear and the world moved slower.


Reckless. That was the word that had always best described Holliday up until this point. He always realized that, but he never cared. Why would he? He had nothing to live for in this damned world until this point. The few people he had cared about were lost early on, and he’d been alone ever since. He only worked to survive everyday as a way of saying, “Fuck you!” to the world. There had been no one left to miss him if he died, nothing he’d actually regret having to leave behind. This time however was different.


At the brink of death, Holliday felt very much alive. For the first time, he wanted something. He wanted to prove he was the best, that no man could take him down. He refused to be just another dead, another victim. Not when he was good enough to stop it. It was through this thought process that a subtle realization dawned on him.


Holliday laughed aloud, sure that the other man could hear. “I can feel it,” He said with a Cheshire cat smile spread across his face. “Years ago, I decided that I had been born in the wrong time. I thought I want meant for this day and age, but I was wrong. This world, this new era, it fits me like a glove.”


Holliday cocked both hammers on his revolvers and sprang out of the doorway, guns blazing. As he did so time slowed to a standstill. He became aware of the entire world around him and took in every single detail. He felt every single grain of the wooden grips on his pistols. Every single notch cut into the hammers of his pistols. Every bead of sweat that inched it’s way down his forehead.


He could see the Colonel raise his gun in slow motion to return fire. He could see the brass from his adversary’s weapon creep into the air. He could see the flash of the flame from both his own weapons, as well as his enemies. The only thing that actually moved fast where his eyes as they darted back and forth between the sights of the twin revolvers.


Despite the way it felt, the exchange lasted mere seconds. Holliday had charged around the corner and leveled his guns. The Colonel had raised his gun as well, practically in sync. They had both taken their first shots at nearly the same time.


Holliday had kept moving straight across to the room opposite of him, while the Colonel planted in place. Holliday fired 5 rounds in total, landing two hits; one on the upper arm and another just below the clavicle. This is not to say that he Colonel hadn’t landed any blows either. Pain erupted from Holliday’s side. Several bullets scraped his flesh and tore his muscles. One had even struck the ribs. Luckily, landing a blow where he did on his enemy had thrown off the


Colonel’s aim and kept him from hitting anything vital.


Holliday ran straight to the back of the new room and found a door leading out. I took him to the department office of some specific field. He stopped when he got to the large elongated desk where the nurses filed their paper work.


The pain was too much for him; he just couldn’t run any further. He turned around and absentmindedly holstered his left pistol so he could use that hand to support himself on the desk. He let his other gun dangle by his side. His breathing went from heavy to shallow. Holliday desperately attempted to clear his mind of everything, everything but the feeling of the adrenaline.


He stared intently at the doorway, waiting for the colonel to step through and was not disappointed. The Colonel clutched his wounded shoulder as he walked into the room. He gun was in his free hand, resting beside his hip, just as Holliday did with his.


The two men stared at each other for a long while, waiting for the other to move first. Holliday smirked and managed to speak two words between gasps. “Say when.”


The Colonel stood still for a moment, blinked, and then jerked his gun up, but Holliday was quicker. Two shots rang out across the room.


Through the sights of his pistol, Holliday saw the brains of the man in front of him splatter against the. The Colonel’s body fell to it’s knees and then slumped over. His gun clattered to the floor and the brass that it had fired clinked to the floor.


“Damn you.” Was all Holliday could say. He slumped back against the desk, hitting the ground hard. In the end, the Colonel had managed to gutshot him just to the side the medial plane. He hadn’t hit the spine, but it still bad.


Holliday coughed violently and cussed. He knew there was a better chance of hell freezing over than there was of him surviving. In the end, he’d been the better Shootist, but by how much? Obviously it hadn’t been enough to save him. He couldn’t help but laugh at his own failure.


He thought of his allies. How were they doing? Had anyone else died? He supposed it would be fitting that the lunatic behind the suicidal plan to be the one to perish if anyone were two. That’s probably how they saw him a least. Chances were they’d forget about him in no time. Austin already hated his guts, Tori and Jen clearly never liked the way he handled situations.


His eyes wandered over to the body of the Colonel and he reflected on the words that he had spoke to the old guard not long ago. How was he any better? Why did he deserve any different? Fifteen men were dead because of him within the last two days, plus a few before hand. All had deserved it, Holliday was sure of that, but in the end he was a killer too. Perhaps it would be best if he were gone.


Holliday used the last of his strength to fish out the Radio from his pocket. He pressed the button and then spoke trying to hide his gasping breath. “This is Holliday. I k…killed the enemy leader. The Colonel is dead. The hostiles should scatter now. Get Jen, get the meds, and get out. The gunfire will attract zeds. I’ll meet you guys at the Rendezvous point.”


The last statement had been a lie of course. He wished no one to see him like he was. He wanted to die just as he had lived, alone. No could argue that he deserved any better.


Holliday noticed something had fallen when he’d pulled the radio from his pocket. It was the wallet of a man he hated, the same one he’d been looking at the previous night at the camp. He opened it one last time.


In it was a picture of the girl the man had once loved, whom had died because he couldn’t save her. Another one showed the man’s family who had fallen in the initial outbreak. Lastly was the man’s driver’s license. The name on it was Jake Carson. He looked at it closely, thinking of how much he loathed that man, the one who deserved death the most, the one who let everyone around him fall, the one who took a fake name, to pretend with a new life. Himself.


Holliday leaned his head back against the desk and accepted what came next. He found it funny, death had come to him at the same time he’d felt the most alive. He shut his eyes, and the darkness began to enclose around him.


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Was someone turning the light on and off?..what was that, the electric flickering again? Ugh if Ana was at her trick again Tori swore she was going to smother her oldest sister with a pillow! Something tugged at the back of her mind that, for some reason that wasn't right...there was something off about that thought but she couldn't quite grasp what. She was so sleepy she would deal with it later. She started to drift off again, the world went from dazzling white to the soft black and she started to slip into it with ease. Just as she felt herself about to slide into that comfortable stage..where you were sleeping but not entirely out of it? it was a little weird to be honest it felt strange kinda like floating. Wait, Why did it feel like floating, no not floating spinning almost. That wasn't normal was it? the spinning, had she been drinking? she didn't think so she didn't feel drunk or if she had she definitely didn't remember. A soft sigh escaped Tori's lips as her thoughts came apart as quickly as they came together. What had she been thinking about again? who know the comforting black came back once more.


Flash! Tori's eyes flew open..r at least she thought they had but everything was still dim and dark, Her head was banging ...eugh maybe she had been drinking. The room was still spinning but that damn light was on again, Not as bright as before thank goodness..why was her mother letting Ana annoy her like this? she nearly always pulled her away. The woman frowned something wasn't right the light was getting brighter..except it wasn't a light at all it was her vision..what the fuck! It soon dawned on her that no one was turning the light on and off, especially not her sister because she had no idea if she was even dead alive or otherwise..and she certainly hadn't been drinking..what the hell had happened. She closed her eyes over as a dull ache began at the back of her skull and proceeded to quickly feel like a jackhammer doing the chimi changa on her brain and move to her temples as though the acknowledgment of it had given it more power. A soft groan escaped Tori's lips as she tried to work out how she had ended up with a headache and feeling like someone had stuck her head down the toilet and flushed. Her very hearing felt washed out..like she had cotton wool stuff in her ears. "Fuck fuck fuck" she chanted over an over.


The last thing she remembered..was..what was it..her eyes flew open, They were in the hospital. Her heart jumped into her mouth then skipped a beat, stuttered and started up in a gallop and boooy she really wished it hadn't because all that pumping and adrenaline awoke a course of pains over her body she had been previously unaware of. It was at this point and finally regaining conscious of her body that Tori realized her back was pressed against the cold tiled floor. She moved to push herself up on her elbows and roll to her side and get onto her feet but was stopped short with a gasp as a pain lanced through her side like a hot rod being shoved between her ribs. Only par way up Tori collapsed onto her back again feeling as weak as a newborn kitten. Tears sprang tot he girls eyes as she tried to piece it together.. She had found herself left behind by drifting from her group she had stopped walking and...oh god her head hurt. Her hand started to trace up her side starting at her hip and following up along the side of her ribs until she realized her shirt was stuck to her skin...she was breathing shallowly through the pain because deep breaths only sent it jolting through her and her fingers found the source. She didn't know what it was because she didn't look and didn't want too..something was jutting out of her ribs, she could feel some sort of handle..she assumed it must have been a knife or something like it with a sharp edge.. "Shit" her voice wavered and she could feel tears spring to her eyes...for the first time she finally looked around the room forcing her eyes to come into focus and they locked in on the crimson pool to her side, and unfortunately a feeling of dread came over her that it belonged to her. Her eyes traveled a bit further and past her life source that must have been trickling out of her for some time and she stared into the dead unmoving eyes of a young man. Snap! it was like someone had turned on a light switch and Tori suddenly remembered exactly what happened.
 
No Such Thing As A Free Meal....





Having noticed she had stopped for a little to long and found herself separated from her group Tori had cursed herself under her breath. She glanced around the empty hallway with a sigh, well hell only she could get herself lost on a very important mission right? yeah trust the blonde. She sighed inwardly but decided that they would have to come back down this way to get out right? and if not she would give it a certain amount of time before retreating to the meeting point and regrouping with the others there. She began a firm and determined walk down the hallway..she may as well do something useful to pass the time. She had once more tucked her knife into one of the loops of her jeans and proceeded slowly although it seemed quiet. There was afew doors scattered here and there on the floor and she figured she may as well give them a look, no harm in having a check and that was precisely what she did. She checked them systematically going from left to right in a zigzag pattern and peaking her head inside. Luckily there weren't many that were locked so it was easy enough to check, Unfortunately though there was a reason they were unlocked...they weren't of much use. They were either filled with rubbish or looked to be some sort of sleeping quarters at one point with old sleeping bags shoved into corners. Tori would have salvaged one but most were ripped, to thin to be of any use or soiled with well she didn't particularly know what and she wasn't keen enough to get close and check it out cause it was definitely some sort of bodily fluid and she would rather not know which.


She was all but ready to give up on this whole scavenging plan when she was coming across nothing, nothing and more nothing until she came across a door with a staff only sign, "In for a penny in for a pound!" Tori whispered to herself and reached out twisting the handle and carefully pushed the door open..when nothing tried to shoot her or bite her she figured she was safe and so pushed it open the rest of the day. To her delight it looked like a small kitchen, Probably for staff convenience and to safe them from going to the main canteen. It was nothing overly exciting, and it wasn't very big. It was a small square room that had counter tops all the way around apart from the wall where the door was places, Cupboards lined the walls both above and below the counters. It was covered in a thick layer of dirt and the air was thick with dust, it was clear it hadn't been used in quite some time. Walking over tot he far wall opposite her Tori began to go through the canisters sitting on the counter that were marked tea,coffee and sugar. Where she lifted each one a ring was left to show what the counter looked like when it was clean..it actually looked like it could have been a nice little room. Tori found herself briefly wondering how many co-workers had lounged in here to complain about their day or laugh with their friends and she smiled a little. Something so ordinary was such a strange concept these days.


The young woman soon gave herself a quick shake and got back to the task at hand, She unscrewed the top of each one and looked inside. There was some coffee though it was rick hard and stuck to the tin..but eh she could chip at it and loosen it up no point leaving it hear. Shrugging off her backpack and dropping it on the floor she opened up the top and chucked the canister inside and carried on checking the others. There was of course no sugar...Tori should have known better than to get her hopes but still she couldn't help the disappointment, Opening up the tea canister there were about five in it so she tipped them out of the can and into her bag on the ground. "Cupboards next" she told herself and rubbed her hands together. She decided to do the top ones first and considering she wasn't the tallest of people she climbed up onto the counter so as to get right into the back and be able to check the very top shelf. Not to sure on what she would or wouldn't find she yanked the doors of the first one open cause she just knew she would kick herself later if she didn't at least check. For a good five minutes she consistently made her way around them, As she had predicted there was nothing to exciting but she had manged to find afew pouches of powdered soup. The instant kind you added to water, they were a couple of months out of date but a hot meal was a hot meal. It carried on like that with not much to find apart from the soups and a couple of tinned goods, However she must have been making more noise than she thought and it was probably her own fault for keeping the door open and getting to comfortable to not keep checking over her shoulder but as soon as her feet hit the ground she got the biggest feeling of dread and like someones eyes were boring into her back.


Her own eyes widened and she spun on her feet her hand automatically going for her knife but her assailant was already more prepared than she was and the young man charged at her an knocked her flying back into the counter allowing it to hit her at the base of her back. an Ooof sound escaped her mouth and pain spiraled up her back at the shock impact and only thing that pulled her out of her surprise was the sound of something clattering to the ground. Her eyes darted down and so did the boy's because a boy is what he was..Tori guessed no more than 15. She stared at the blade and then looked over at her attacker who stared right back. Both of them were utterly still and the atmosphere was so thick you could have cut it with a knife...Tori could of swore she saw a look on his face that begged her not to go for it..like he was reluctant to fight her at all but if this raid had taught her anything it was that she wasn't going to hang around and find out. She dove for the ground and the both of them ended in a tussle on the floor each grabbing for what seemed to be the only thing at this moment that would give them the upper hand in this fight. Tori's feet found the boy's stomach and his hand found her face pushing her out of his way and he gave a sharp shove causing her head to bounce of the tiled floor "You little!!" Her sentence was cut off when landed a knee in her ribs to try and get her to give up her hold on the weapon and the air whooshed out of her lungs. "J-just give it to me!" he shouted at her and she swore he was scared but..he was the one attacking her? she brought her head up and it connected with the bottom of his chin knocking the boy back from her, It wasn't far and it hurt her own head like hell but it gave her enough time to scramble to her feet the knife clutched in her hand. She held it up brandishing it towards him. There scramble on the floor had gave the pair of them more than afew scratches and she knew she would have bruises along her head, She seen she had managed to split his lip though and blood was dribbling down his chin.


"I'VE GOT TO KILL YOU!!" he screamed at her going red in the face and Tori almost took a step back but she forced herself to stand her ground and try to gain her breath, "WHY!" she snapped right back "We didn't do anything to any of you! and you killed our people..she..she had a baby and then you took one of us" Tori let out a short bitter laugh "Did you think we wouldn't do anything?" she asked the question genuine but she was also trying to bide her time and think of something to do, this was a small space and event o get to the door she would have to brush past him so running was out..even if she did have the chance to run her bag was sitting behind him and she was not willing to leave behind the food never mind her shot gun. To his credit the kid managed to look genuinely confused at her accusations and she swore he almost faltered but in the next second he was coming at her again. The kid was young sure but Tori was small and she didn't know what he had been eating but it was obviously more substantial than what she had cause he was allot bigger. The wall met her back and she sank her knife into his leg. A string of curse words filled the air followed by a load of garbled rubbish about he'll kill us if we don't but Tori couldn't really follow because she tried to pull her knife out but he grabbed her had and slammed her against the wall again. Stars dotted her vision and it was only added to when a fist meet her cheek, she felt herself slip sideways from the blow and her hands spread out and hit the floor to break her fall. She could here him rounding behind her but he paused to pull the knife out..stupid she thought he should have left it in..it will bleed more now. Anyways she started to crawl towards her bag and her hand had just made it inside..her fingers grazed the cool metal that was the barrel of the shot gun. It all happened so fast..it felt like someone had put a cork in her throat and cut off her air..it was just gone...stuck...and then the burning started a niggle at first and then it felt like an inferno, She didn't know if it was shock or disorientation but she didn't scream. She lowered her head and looked down her torso seeing the white handle of her knife sticking out her left side.. "Oh.." She whispered and stared up into the face of the boy who looked as surprised as she was..she blinked and tightened her hand around her prize and yanked it out of her bag. He didn't even get a chance to register what was happening she shot him point blank and sent herself falling backwards onto the floor in the process, she lay there staring at the ceiling for a while...and she turned her head to the side coming face to face with the light fading out of the young man opposite. She felt afew tears leak down her face...not because she was dying..she wasn't even sure if she was..or because she had killed the boy..but he was saying sorry..and she couldn't quite take it. The light had went out after that.


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It was some time later Tori had come to though she was sure it probably wasn't as long as it felt..her body was numb and her mind felt numb now too when she had realized it wasn't her family playing games on her, as she remembered the hospital, Jen their group...the boy. Her eyes drifted back to his face and she cringed..she also realized she was cold..so incredibly cold. Something crackled nearby by and she was confused for a moment before she pinpointed it was coming out od her back that was nearby. Next she knew Holiday's voice was coming out of it..muffled but she could hear it..he..he had done it..she smiled slightly. Boy she was super tired..it would be so easy to just close her eyes and let the sleep take her but..no. Her eyes flung open and she hand't even noticed them closing, She stretched out her arm her fingers barely grasping the strap, It took allot more effort than she knew it should have but she yanked on it and it fell over allowing some of the contents to spill out including the walkie. Scooting it over towards her Tori lifted it to rest on her chest..it was getting a bit hard to breath..had she pierced a lung? She pushed down on the button and licked her lips. "I need h-hel.." her voice started to fade out, raspy as it felt like her throat was swallowing it up. Tori cleared her throat and sucked in some air. "Kitchen..." the lights were flickering again, her fingers slipped off the button and she decided a quick nap wouldn't be so bad.


@KathleneWilliams2121 @Crono @Jennifer Shotain @tammynorthland @Tombstone
 
Miyuki walks down the stairs when she hears Holliday's voice over her radio. She smiles a little, happy to know he is safe, but she could tell something was wrong. She just had a feeling. She picks up the radio and pushes the button. "Good work Holliday. We got Jen and Tammy and her ad Tori are getting the supplies we need. Holliday, are you ok? You sound out of breath. Austin and I will be over in your location, where are you?" No answer. She was worried to say the least. "What if he's in trouble? What if he's..." Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the radio again, but instead of Holliday, it was Tori. She sounded as if she was in incredible pain and that she was fading fast. Miyuki pressed the button again to answer Tori, "Tori, this is Miyuki. Stay awake and hang on, Austin will be right there." She figured they should split up, as two possible guys could be down. She looks over at Austin, "You go to Tori, I will go to Holliday. We will meet the others back up at the meeting spot." Before Austin could try and talk her out of it she ran off to find Holliday.


@Tombstone @Crono @Lola Shimmer
 
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[QUOTE="Amaterasu Kawashima]Tiffany just breathed between contractions and tried to relax, but as each minute passed it got harder and harder. She had been in labor nearly all day. At this point she really wanted it to end. Oddly enough, she could be getting her wish. "Yeah...I think so too..." She sighed, feeling relaxed. Placing a hand on her belly, she still continued to take deep breaths in between contractions, but would shed tears whenever they were strong and extremely sharp. Although she wanted to get up, she found it to be too much effort due to the fact she was currently in pain. "Oww!" She gasped after a strong contraction. "This one really wants to take her time, doesn't she?" She exclaimed in pain, gripping onto the seats before turning to her side and rubbing her belly, since laying flat on her back was starting to put a toll on
her back. "You think they took over that hospital yet...?" she asked weakly.

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She sighed, watching the sutiuation, carefully thinking of what to do. She watched the girl keel over into her side. " No, I don't think they took over the hopital yet, but I do think there doing a pretty good job." She said, smiling lightly. " Here, let me help you., she said, walking around her and putting her arms under her armpits, ever so s,ugh toy lifting her up. She put most of the weight on her so she could relax, putting her in a crouching position, her legs apart. " Just, breath calmly, okay? Try rocking your hips " she suggested. The position she was in did tast stress off her, due to Nikole bearing most of the weight, but she didn't mind. " Tell me when you just can't handle it any more, okay? And you just have to push, yeah?" She said, smiling lightly to comfort her. As she looked down to the lady she sighed gently, biting on her piercing. She didn't know if this was going to go well.


( Sorry that was so late,I couldn't thinj
 
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Austin kept attention on the voices over the radio while just keeping an eye out. Next thing the man knew he was being offered up to go to Tori's aid, while he would have done so anyways it didn't seem the best idea for Miyuki to run off on her own, but at least she had his gun. "That's a stupid plan!" He called up the stairs after her, shaking his head Austin walked back out into the hallway. She said kitchen, which mean's she's probably at the cafeteria. Disgruntled and rubbing a hand over his face he looked at the signs on the hospital walls as he jogged down the hall looking for one that would point him in the right direction.


Not having a walkie was now putting him at a disadvantage, the others could communicate and find each other but Miyuki had run off with theirs which made his life more difficult. Austin felt a moment of victory at spotting the Cafeteria sign two hallways from where he'd started, and started jogging as quickly as he could to follow it's path.


It was going great until someone ran out of one of the hospital rooms and Austin crashed into the man, both sent sprawling from the impact. Though slightly dazed Austin quickly grabbed onto the rifle and sat up to point it at the stranger, to his surprise on the other end of the barrel was a young man who looked deathly afraid of him with fear stricken eyes. He practically looked like a teenager or maybe young twenties based on the facial hair. "P-p-please.." The young man stammered looking too afraid to move, and Austin faltered, finger sliding off the trigger. He's one of them, there's no telling how many lives he might have taken. The falter lifted for a moment, And how many lives have you taken this night?





The gun lowered slowly as Austin sighed, "Just go. Leave, get out of here and don't you dare fucking return." He gave the stranger a glare that showed he was serious, and finally the kid moved in a panicked pace to stand and run towards what Austin assumed was the exit to the hospital. With a grunt he stood up and started back towards the Cafeteria.


The double doors were standing wide open as Austin slowed down on entering, catching his breath while his head craned around searching for Tori, the place was a clear mess with trash and what have you thrown about. The smudged yet still shiny metal doors leading to the back caught his eye and as he neared he could see the blood coming under it. With gun now raised he reached out and opened it the rest of the way, there on the ground was another young man lying lifelessly in a pool of blood. Immediately afterwards he spotted the injured Tori, and stepped around the boys body to get over to her.


The first thing he noticed as he crouched to his knees was the knife embedded in her side, which was a blessing in disguise. Thank god she didn't yank it out. "Tori?" He asked to see if she was still in some state of consciousness. Shouldering the rifle he bent over carefully to listen to her breathing, her breath was ragged which worried him. Austin then put his forefinger and middle finger to her carotid artery on the neck to check her pulse. It was difficult to get an accurate reading while still catching his breath but he got the idea, "Why in the hell were you all alone?" He mumbled, checking for any other wounds by looking over her clothes for visible blood spots.


@Lola Shimmer (If you want her to stay unconscious I can do a follow-up/continuous post, just wasn't sure how far I should go.)
 
Miyuki hears Austin's voice but she kept going. She knew spitting up wasn't the brightest idea in the world but she figured that if they both need help, that it would be better to have them spit up to find them to cut the time in half. Miyuki thinks as she goes up the stairs, "Better try the third floor. If he took on the Colonel, he 'would most likely be on the top floor. Besides, the others are on the second floor, they would have saw him." Miyuki climbs up the stairs as she looks around. All she saw were doors to different rooms as she walks down the hallway. She tries to keep her steps as light as she could, not wanting to alert anyone that she was there. Then again if Holliday is on this floor, then he would have most likely killed everything. "Holliday? Where are you?" She asks out loud, mostly to herself as she didn't expect an answer. Suddenly she hears a door open. She looks and sees a guy looking at her though the barrel of a rifle. Holliday's rifle. "Where did you get that?" She asks as she aims her arrow right at his neck, recognizing the gun. The man frowns as he looks at her. "Found it on the floor, right next to my brother. I figured about using it since your group has taken over." She had to play her cards carefully. One wrong move she's toast. She had to think as he continues to talk, "Put down the arrows little girl." "little? I'm 17 I can handle myself.... wait....maybe this idiot will fall for it.....its the dumbest trick in the book but....." Miyuki throws down her arrows and bow as she falls to her knees. She thinks about Jen, Skylynn, her family and friends and it didn't take her long to come up with some tears, "please don't kill me. I will do anything." she says. Her voice came out shaky and cracked due to the fact she was crying. She had her right arm going to her left side as she was bent over cryin towards the floor. She hears the man laugh as she hears footsteps coming to her. "Enough crying, Bitch. I know what your group has done to mine. I know your friend killed my leader. In fact, maybe I should kill you so your group can find your lifeless corpse like I found my dear brother," He says as he walks up right on top of her. "now!" Miyuki quickly sits upnat her knees and holds out her right arm, showing the Beretta, aims for his head and quickly pulls the trigger. A loud bang was heard and the recoil made her arm jerk back, making her yelp as it makes her wound sting more, but she managed to kill the guy who fell to the floor. Miyuki looks at the gun, "Thank you, Austin," she says as she puts it back on her side and grabs her arrows and bow. She grabs Holliday's rifle and slings it over her shoulder as she walks on. She finds the nurse's station and some books, one on first aid, and one on medical practice and surgeries. She thinks for a second and decided to take the two books, not only for something to read but it wouldn't hurt their group if she learned a thing or two. Putting them in her quiver pocket, she walks to the other side of the desk and her heart sunk. There lied Holliday, in horrible shape, gun shots all over. She gets on her knees next to him, "Holliday, come on." she saysnas she feels for a pulse. She sighs and smiles a little, happy she felt one as she sees him breathing. It was slow and shallow but it was something. She pulls put her radio and contacts the group, "Guys, Miyuki here. I found Holliday and he is in horrible shape. He's been shot in several places and is bleeding out. I'm going to try to stop the bleeding but we need to get him out of here ASAP." She keeps the radio close as she takes off her sweatshirt and cuts cuts off the sleeves into strips using Holliday's knife to try to stop the bleeding for now.


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Fuck! I lost her and the rest of the group. Where the hell do I go now?





Jennifer had wished Tammy didn't run off. She hadn't heard back from her when she yelled out to her. She knew the other half of the group had split up and gone somewhere else. She say there for a minute trying to decide her move.


While she had been sitting there, trying to decide what to do, she heard glass break. And then, she heard more commotion coming from the floor. She couldn't tell quite where. Slowly, she walked her way through the halls. She could hear people talking to one another, sounds of a fight beaming to her ears. And then it stopped. She wondered what was happening. Was that Tammy? Was that someone else? Is she okay.


Jennifer began to walk a little fast to the place where the wound came from, but her backpack impeded her from running too fast. Before she could reach the place, she saw Tammy reading a book. She was bloody and looks like she had been beaten to hell.


"Tammy," she called out to her approaching her.


"Are you okay," she said looking at her. She noticed her medication bag was missing. Jennifer's heart sank.


"Where the hell's the bag of meds?"


@tammynorthland
 
Tammy heard the lock on the door explode from three gunshots and turned her head still holding the book in her left hand. Jennifer flew through the door asking what happened. Although she didn't want to talk about it at the moment she managed to reply. " I was ambushed."


Tammy at this moment lost intrest in the mere children's book, realizing she had to move quickly at this point. As quick as tammy could, she tore off a piece of her shirt using the machete to cut it fully clean off and wrapped it around her arm with the laceration across it using her hair tie which unruly out her matted grimy hair from its ponytail like position. And used the hair tie to hold the rag into place. Now as for jenns medication.....that was gone and over with.


"There gone...." Tammy said replying to her question. Her voice was somber and exhausted after a few additional moments went by of silence from jenns disbelief at what just happened tammy took a step toward the door. "Gotta leave, corpsers are starting to show up." She said holstering her empty pistol in her back wasteband and slinging her rifle over her shoulder.


Tammy made it back to the waiting room where she saw her recently abandoned machete and picked it up with the other machete in her right hand. She didn't have a bag anymore so was forced to abandon her crowbar she managed to find helpful so many times in the past. Tammy glanced down at her arm. The bleeding was slowed. Buying her time. She glanced back at jenn. "Where's the others?"


@Jennifer Shotain
 
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