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Post by Mikey on Nov 6, 2011 4:46:42 GMT -5
As soon as the wounds had appeared, they were gone. Tyson felt the odd feeling of his organs, peirced by bone or metal fragments or just burst from impact, become whole again. His bones mended, his skin healed over. He was whole again. Sort of...
He knew what had happened. The virus wasn't near as quick with regaining tissue as it was substituting it. He was being held together artificially, for now. It would be days until he was healed completely. But, it was better than being dead.
He nodded to her as he stood, still favoring a few sore spots, as well as limping on one of his legs. It still hurt like hell, having this s*** put him back together as half assed as it did. But, he was mobile.
He couldn't find his shotgun, it was probaly across the parking lot by now. But they had to get moving. He limped to the truck, opening the door and hauling himself up with a grunt of pain and shutting the door. He started the truck and waited for her to get inside before he started out of the parking lot. The truck was armored, so he wished luck to anyone who tried to stop them. Luck, and the inevitable painful death that would follow. He was in a foul mood and a lot of pain, and he wouldn't stand for any of that bulls***.
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Post by NotAvailable on Nov 8, 2011 1:29:48 GMT -5
Angela had gotten in the passenger side, throwing her backpack in there along with her shotgun before sighing, looking back at the store as they drove away. Her ammo and food had been in the duffle bag of the bathroom, but she was pretty sure the Raiders had found it, along with the grenade.
She's leaned up against the door and glanced out of the window before looking back at the man. He seemed a little ticked off. Still, an ackward silence seemed inappropriate.
"Um..." she began, rubbing the back of her neck. "My name's Angela. Angela Mason." she said, introducing herself.
((Where to next?))
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Post by Mikey on Nov 9, 2011 20:05:38 GMT -5
Angela Mason. Well, at least he had the name of the woman he had just got hit by a truck for. That made it all so much f**king better. He took a deep breath to try and calm himself down, doing his best to ignore the sharp stabbing pain in his side. He kept his breathing shallow to fight that pain while he looked over at her.
“Tyson.” He said simply. He accelerated to get the market as far away from them as he could, as quickly as he could. He turned the street with a squeal of the tires and started to head to the highway that would take them to Stoneville.
(Now in Stoneville.)
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