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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 15, 2012 3:16:08 GMT -5
Crowley nodded, understanding his concern. From what she could tell, the group of infected out there, hadn't been as thick as they were last night. She could count atleast six or seven at most. Even then, they were spread out in the area they were in.
Holding onto her right shoulder still, she'd finally turned away and wandered back over to the counter where Roger had left a small first aid kit and the candy. Popping open the kit, she'd shuffled through it and sighed.
"There's ten large bandages...twelve small bandages, six butterfly bandages and four packets of alcohol swabs and two packets of Aspirin.." she said aloud, observing the contents of the kit.
Picking up the packet of aspirin, she'd brought it upto her teeth and ripped it open, dropping the tablets in her mouth and chewing into them. Dropping the empty packet on the counter, she'd shuffled through the rest.
"Roger, can you help me disinfect some of the cuts on my arms and face?" she asked.
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Ion
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Post by Ion on Oct 15, 2012 3:32:28 GMT -5
"Sure, just tell me what to do..." . . . . After properly cleaning and bandaging Allison's cuts and scrapes, the two had taken the moment to sit down and figure out what to do next. Allison, all the while, had been sitting atop of the counter, popping Sno Caps into her mouth.
"Alright, so I'll head out first, draw the walkers away and get your gun from the dumpster. You come out after, I'll get to you and lead you out the front, we get on my bike and get the hell outta dodge. Alright?"
"Alright, sounds easy enough," she responded, still popping candy.
"Your right hand still work fine?" Roger said, drawing his handgun and holding it out to her. "Cuz I could use someone covering me when I get back."
She'd taken the handgun and nodded at him. "Alright."
"Whenever you're ready," Roger said drawing his baton and pumping himself up.
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Post by NotAvailable on Oct 15, 2012 3:40:58 GMT -5
"Go ahead," Crowley told him, gesturing at the door. As soon as she had, he'd emerged from the shop, running out to draw the attention of the infected. After a few moments, Crowley had looked down at the Glock in her grasp. It felt heavy, possibly because she had still been a little weakened.
Looking out the shop, there'd beena clear path straight to the dumpster. Drawing in a breath, she'd started her way out of the shop, intending on getting the S.Deckard herself. Limping as fast as she could, she'd grimaced at the sharp pain in her leg. She probably shouldn't have gone out in her condition and normally she'd be completely outraged at her mercs for going against orders like she was, but this would cut the time it took Roger to perform his plan, in half.
Getting to the dumpster, she'd rummaged around in it, looking for her fallen handgun. As she did, an infected emerged from behind the dumpster, clawing at her. It was only a few inches away from her when she'd slammed the glock across it's face and sent it tumbling back into the fence.
From there, she'd spotted the S.Deckard clearly atop of an old pizza box. When the infected struggled to get back up, she'd pointed the Glock at it and sent a bullet through it's skull, killing it on impact.
Looking around to ensure her safety, she'd placed Roger's gun down on the same pizza box and grabbed the Deckard. She'd taken a quick look over it and quickly holstered it before retaking the other weapon into her hand.
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Ion
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Post by Ion on Oct 15, 2012 3:54:36 GMT -5
As Roger lured the infected away, he heard a gunshot and turned on his heel to look back at where he'd left Allison. He hopped a small metal fence used to direct lines and zig-zagged his way back to the gift shop. Once there, he found Allison had made it to the dumpster and got her gun back already.
"A little impatient aren't we?" he said jokingly. "Come on, bike's this way," he said leading her past the funhouse and downed chopper. Allison hadn't responded to him verbally, but he could make out a short chuckle from her as she'd followed after.
He kept the pace brisk, but stopped occasionally to let her catch up. The horde dispersing made their job easier, and in no time at all, they made it to the front of the carnival.
"There's my bike, get on and grab your helmet," Roger said, throwing his leg over the side and putting his helmet on. As soon as she'd mouted the back of the seat, she'd taken the moment to comment on the helmet, itself, before putting it on.
"....Merlin?" she grumbled.
"It's a... long story," Roger mumbled before starting the bike up and speeding off.
[Crowley and Roger have left the carnival]
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