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Post by NotAvailable on May 28, 2011 17:30:31 GMT -5
Angela turned around when she heard a slam and saw Marc curl up against the wall, his voice dripped with fear. She'd looked around momentarily before moving back toward him and crouching down infront of him, sadly. He looked incredibly bothered, uncomfortable, like he was paranoid. Lots of people had phobias of hospitals, maybe that's what he had. She'd knitted her brows together with concern, putting the light stick down and placing that hand on his shoulder, which trembled slightly.
"Marc, are you alright...? Is there something wrong?" she tried. Upon hearing no response, she'd looked at the door that would lead to a flight of stairs.
"If you want...I could go alone while you wait here? Unless you want me to stay with you," she tried.
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Marc Firewing
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The Chicago Typewriter
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Post by Marc Firewing on May 30, 2011 1:26:57 GMT -5
Voices echoed throughout his head, then the snaps of belts. He'd never shown it, but every hospital made him return back to that moment, that one near-death experience. After a few moments, he'd fallen asleep. It'd finally caught up to him, and he wanted to just sleep for as long as he could to recharge his batteries. Even thirty minutes, an hour, anything to let himself return back to his normal and aware state. Body became slumped, there was the soft and slow breathing of his sleeping state.
All in all, he'd be fine. His psychological state would return to its normal state after he'd woken up again. Silence seemed to be all that was around them, meaning that if any infected were there, they weren't close by. It would be enough for her to make the trip then return, possibly.
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Post by NotAvailable on May 31, 2011 2:04:59 GMT -5
Angela watched the man go unconscious. Near ready to panic, she'd grasped onto his shoulder to shake him awake, but he was breathing normally. Even began to snore a little. Sighing with relief, she'd stood to her feet and looked back towards the stairway. She didn't really feel comfortable leaving him there alone, but she really needed to get something for her hand.
Frowning she'd wandered over to the reception desk, shuffling through a few drawers until she'd found an old, clean, scrub robe. She'd reached for a pair of nearby scissors and sloppily cut at the robe as much as she could, making a big, long, strip. Seating herself at the desk, she winced and grasped at the shard of glass.
"One...two..." she began before pulling it out as fast as she could. She'd let out a yelp before balling her bleeding hand into a fist and leaning over the desk in tears. Quickly after, she'd wrapped the cloth tightly around her palm, bleeding through it until after a few more wraps, there was little blood peeking through. This should hold it in for an hour or so...still, she really needed to do something about it soon.
Until then, she'd just wait for Marc to get up.
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Marc Firewing
Zombie Hunter
The Chicago Typewriter
Zombie Hunter Extraordinaire.
Posts: 227
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Post by Marc Firewing on Jun 1, 2011 20:01:28 GMT -5
Time shifted, half an hour, an hour, suddenly he woke up. His head launched backwards and slammed into the wall as he suddenly held where the impact took place. Groaning in agony as he opened his eyes to shift them about and figure out where he was. Exhaling a soft sigh, he rubbed his eyes, that power nap was going to have to suffice as he shifted his attention around some more. Finally he realized where he was and why he was there.
"Crap...Did I fall asleep on her? Crap..."
Slowly rising to his feet, he withdrew his weapon and aimed it about at the darkness. Slowly shifting his attention to the left and right, he saw her at the receptionist's desk and wandered over to her in a slow limp. Holding his head somewhat, he rubbed it before acting as if nothing happened. He let out a loud yawn which was followed by a sentence.
"Well then. Shall we keep moving?"
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Post by NotAvailable on Jun 1, 2011 20:12:00 GMT -5
Angela had her head down on her folded arms, resting on the desk when Marc's voice woke her. She'd cringed a bit and slowly looked up at the man, pale as a ghost. "Y-Yeah...let's get moving," she responded, warily. She'd pushed her palms up against the edge of the desk, pushing herself back in the chair. Getting up, she'd stumbled forward and grasped at her head with her good hand.
"Urgh...I don't feel so good," she told the man, sadly. Her head was swimming and she felt nausiated. She'd held onto her wrapped hand, presenting it to him.
"This...isn't gonna...gonna hold up much longer...the stairway..." she trailed off, gesturing toward the area with a nod of her head. "Is that way..."
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Marc Firewing
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The Chicago Typewriter
Zombie Hunter Extraordinaire.
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Post by Marc Firewing on Jun 1, 2011 22:04:44 GMT -5
"Oh crap. You took the shard out?!"
He reached down and pulled Angela onto his back, giving her a piggyback now as he watched her point to the stairs. Pushing off the ground with all his force and sprinting across to the stairs and beginning to ascend to the next floor. Shifting his eyes about, looking at the signs as he began following the rusted signs to the Trauma room as best as he could until they became unreadable.
"Crap...Now which way!?"
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Post by NotAvailable on Jun 2, 2011 4:43:19 GMT -5
Angela's eyelids felt unbelievably heavy. She'd almost nodded off herself, when Marc asked her which way was the trauma center. She'd immediately snapped them opened and pointed toward the right. .
"That...that way....then up the, the, the staircase..." she trailed off.
"Straight down the hall...there's another fork...take another right and we should-we should be there," she said, her arm limp as she lowered her head on the back of the man's shoulder.
"I'll be fine...not the first time I've gotten hurt...n-not the last, I'm sure." The only thing to make this any worse was if there were any undead roaming about. Angela could only hope there weren't.
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Marc Firewing
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The Chicago Typewriter
Zombie Hunter Extraordinaire.
Posts: 227
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Post by Marc Firewing on Jun 3, 2011 11:59:32 GMT -5
"Let's make sure it's not."
He said as he followed her directions, moving up the stairs after the hall, swinging to the right before reaching it and exhaling heavily as he looked back at her. Lifting her up some more before re-grabbing at her thighs to keep her from slipping off his back, also to make sure she stayed awake.
"Don't fall asleep on me just yet. What is it I'm looking for? Please say a sterilized needle and some thread to seal the wound. Maybe some Epinephrine while we're at it?"
Marc began to think that maybe he was getting addicted to Adrenaline shots, he'd used some up constantly to keep him awake throughout the day. Then again, nothing ever really made any sense anymore so a little adrenaline did help. Though then again, this wasn't supporting any argument...God his thoughts were all over the place now, he just wanted to seal up that wound before she died on him.
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Post by NotAvailable on Jun 3, 2011 12:06:13 GMT -5
Angela nodded. That was all they really needed and at the point since she was so tired, too tired to talk much, she was thankful he knew what he was doing. Not that she questioned him but since he seemed out of it for lack of sleep, she wasn't sure if he knew what was what.
"Yeah...sterile-sterile needle...thread....gauze..." she said meekly. The Trauma center was pretty big but he could find those items just about anywhere here. Of course a new problem arrived. There was thumping coming from the ventilation shafts. It even alerted Angela, forcing her to look up at the ceiling.
It sounded like something crawling and smacking into the metal sides. It was moving swiftly and her eyes traced the sounds of it's movement to a vent way down the hall.
"What was that...?"
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Marc Firewing
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The Chicago Typewriter
Zombie Hunter Extraordinaire.
Posts: 227
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Post by Marc Firewing on Jun 5, 2011 3:40:06 GMT -5
The thumping vibrated throughout his body as he froze in terror. Nothing was that large, or that fast for that matter. He looked up to the ceiling before sitting her down on the nearby gurney and silently motioning for her to be quiet. Moving about the room as he began to search through things as quickly and quietly as he could, gathering the materials as he looked to her.
"I need you to be as quiet as you can. If you need to, bite or claw into my shoulder to ease the pain. If that thing catches us in here at this moment, we're dead. I need to do this quickly and cleanly."
He had seen enough doctor shows way back in the day to remember what to do. He placed his hand on her mouth and held it tight as he poured some rubbing alcohol over the wound. Releasing her shortly after as he began preparing the needle and thread as quickly as he could. He flattened out her hand and quickly began to close the wound, doing it as quickly and neatly as he possibly could.
That thing continued to move, suddenly exploding out the vent at the end of the hall outside the trauma center. His heart was racing, teeth came down and snapped the wire after it had been sealed up before starting to wrap her hand in gauze. His hand pulled itself to the shotgun on his back and removed it from its resting place. He looked back to her and smiled that 'I'm going to do something crazy, don't follow me' smile.
"I'm gonna go check it out, wait here for me."
Slowly pushing the doors open to the hall outside where the creature was coming from. Shotgun raised, he heard its footsteps, waiting for it to come into view as he slowly kept his shotgun at the ready.
(OOC; I'll let you choose the monster, since your character noticed it.)
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Post by NotAvailable on Jun 5, 2011 18:23:24 GMT -5
Angela had grimaced and at one point she wanted to kick and scream. She couldn't even begin to describe the pain and discomfort. The burning sensation from the alcohol, like placing your hand over a fire and holding it there for five minutes. That, plus the constant sharp pricking from the needle that was constant, combined with the burning was nausiating. The noises had grown faint when Marc tied her wound up after successfully stitching it up when the sounds of something bursting through metal could be heard further down the hall.
Marc instructed for her to stay put and she reluctantly obliged knowing she'd just get in the way with an injured hand and leg. What neither of the two knew was the creaure that emerged from the vents had spilled massive leeches that began to ooze and squirm onto the tiles.
They were grossly green and began to slither up the walls, over toppled gurneys and doors. The culprit that'd brought them there had climbed out of the vent, it was almost human but was sickly green, almost gangrene with slime and long, tenticle like arms. Leeches latched onto it's torso, some squirming out of it's mouth.
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The Chicago Typewriter
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Post by Marc Firewing on Jun 5, 2011 18:55:43 GMT -5
"What the...fu..."
His words trailed off as his shotgun lowered, noticing the creature. It wasn't human, or maybe it was at some point but wasn't anymore. The sheer sight of it distracted him, he wasn't paying attention to the floor or walls to see those leeches starting to crawl around the hall. Moving his shotgun to his left hand, Marc grasped the pistol in his right hand and aimed it at the creature. His flashlight shone down the hall and the leeches became visible, more or less.
"You've gotta be kidding me..."
Pulling the trigger, he aimed at where he assumed the heart or possibly the head of the creature could be. Bullets seemed to simply be absorbed into the thing as the protective leech shell just had its leeches drop from its body with twice as many to replace it. Raising his shotgun after putting it back in his right hand, Marc fired, releasing the empty shell, then repeat. He watched more of them disappear before the leeches began to crawl over him.
"Get off!"
He started tearing the leeches from his body as he began to back up a bit and stomped on each of the leeches as they approached him. He didn't have a plan for this one, up until now it was mainly zombies. Maybe a Hunter or two, or maybe even five Lickers. What was there to do...?
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Post by NotAvailable on Jun 5, 2011 19:04:53 GMT -5
Angela had been waiting for Marc to come back and as she did, she'd held onto her hand. The silence was overwelming, that is, until gunfire interrupted the silence. Angela jumped a bit when they'd popped off. Getting off the gurney and concerned, she'd started moving toward the other end of the hall when another pair of tentacles had emerge the vent above where she stood.
"What..?" she mouthed as she'd backed up, globs of leeches splattered onto the floor in gooey piles. Sure enough a human-like head poked out and before long, it'd slipped out and stood tall above her. Blue eyes widening, Angela had let out a blood curdling scream in sheer terror.
It bent back as if made of rubber and lashed out it's long, arm at hr, attempting to grasp her. Angela leapt aside and rolled into the wall, slamming her back into it. Grunting, she'd held her hand protectively and stumbled onto her feet. The leeches began crawling after her, the leech man had struck at her back to back, forcing her to run the other way in order to escape.
"Marc!" she cried, knocking two gurneys over to halt it temporarily.
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The Chicago Typewriter
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Posts: 227
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Post by Marc Firewing on Jun 5, 2011 19:13:34 GMT -5
His concentration was broken by a sudden scream, it was Angela. His body twisted around and began sprinting, slamming through the doors and noticing the creature beginning to attack her. A sudden rush of anger came across his face as he rushed at the creature, sprinting down the hall as fast as he could down the hall towards the creature as she was turning over the gurneys.
"ANGELA!"
He screamed, as he launched his body at the humanoid leech. Arms came about it and an attempt to knock it to the ground occurred. As he did the creature splattered into several other leeches before beginning to reform itself beneath him. The damn things were resilient, that was for sure. He got off it and began moving towards her as he tore the leeches from his body as he tripped over the gurneys and forced himself to his feet. He grabbed her hand and took a sharp turn into the stairwell to make their way down.
Upon opening however, the entire staircase was collapsed down into the sewers, it was nothing but blackness down below and it took every bit of balance Marc had not to fall head first in. Heavy breaths escaped his lips as he looked up the stairs and back to the door. Head up and find another way around, or back the way they came and find a way down that way. There was little time to decide...
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Post by NotAvailable on Jun 5, 2011 19:27:20 GMT -5
When Marc had came to the rescue, he'd grasped onto her good hand, fleeing the halls. She'd looke back over her shoulder, heart racing, when she'd noticed a second leech man coming around the corner. The leeches, themselves, had been moving rather quickly than normal leeches. They were determined to get their prey. Coming to a stairwell, they'd found that what used to be the basment had now collapsed into the sewage beneath.
It was pitch black and smelled foul. An unpleasant mixture of sewage and rot. It also occurred to her that the last time she'd been in sewage with Patrick and Aya, there'd been monsters there too. Frowning Angela was about to warn Marc when the door leading to the stairwell had burst open, leeches and their ring leader, crawling through.
"Here, this is the last one, take it," Angela quickly said, giving him the last light stick she had on her.
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