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Post by NotAvailable on Jan 27, 2011 0:59:45 GMT -5
[Clarissa is on the fourth floor]
"Dammit...nnrgh...nothing! There's nothing here!" a redheaded teen griped, sending useless medical tools to the floor. She could barely recognize a stethoscope and a few syringes, but nothing she needed right now. She grasped at the large shard of glass that jutted into her upper arm.
It was swollen and bright red around it, blood seeping from the wound. The shard wasn't massive, but she was terrified of tacking it out since she knew if she did, she'd bleed out and if she bled out, she'd lose blood, go anemic and passout...then die.
"Ah...ah....urgh..." she grunted some more, finding some bottles of disinfectant and a few pairs of medical scissors, gloves, but no bandages. Nothing to help her pull this damned thing out.
Finally she dropped onto her rearside, leaning herself onto the wall. How did she get here again? She urged herself to remember since the blinding pain had began to convert into a numbing soreness.
She'd reunited with her father for about a day and then he'd been killed. Some damn suicidal a**holes attempting to blow themselves and undead up but got Alex caught in the wild blast. It was deja vu all over except this time, she only fell victim to debris and her father...wasn't so lucky.
Sighing, she'd stared down at her arm she held tight. If this was it, this sure was a s***ty way to go.
"Such a s***ty way. So s***ty...urgh...straight up, f**ked up," she groaned.
((Please forgive my french. She won't be doing that all the time.))
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Post by Winters on Jan 27, 2011 1:55:18 GMT -5
The emergency room had been spread apart into several different rooms. The one that Arc had been looking for was one that had all of the tools, hopefully one that actually had some in packages. It was dirty enough that he used the needle, but it was the only thing he found. Cross contamination was the last thing on his mind, his arm had already been infected. That wasnt the problem, if anything, he wouldve liked to just forget about it and focus on getting the bullets out. Barging into the nearest room, Arc held onto his side with the tanktop ripped off from his torso. His jacket was the only thing covered in blood, so there wouldnt be an chance of greater infection.
Tripping over a body, Arc grabbed onto the table, pressing his back against it. Looking inside the room, there had been about a dozen corpses laying about, riddled with bullets. It all looked fresh, they never even had a stench yet, nor had there been any infected feasting upon them. Preston had came into the room with his gun drawn, but Arc spoke out in a rough tone, a little late for a warning. "This place is a mess, but I can see some tools on the cart. Do you remember what I did to Manuel? Just like that, alcohol, and that scalpel. Only you need to do it twice. One of the bullets went through, a hollow point judging by the exit wound. The other two are in there, you need to get them out. I cant do it myself, the morphene shot I just took is taking effect too quickly..."
Laying on his side at one of the beds, Arc removed the tank top, throwing it off to the side. The shape he was in was pretty rough, cant say hes been in worse. He felt like just passing out, but he knew best that he didnt. It still scared him, the only thing in the world that did give him the chills was being too scared to sleep. It wasnt that he was physically scared of falling asleep, but he was scared of not waking up at all. "Just relax, and take your time. You didnt do this before, but I trust you, just take your time. Dont worry about marking me up, itll heal. The only difference is that exit wound, well have to stitch it up."
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Post by NotAvailable on Jan 27, 2011 2:04:20 GMT -5
Clarissa had began to drift off when she'd heard a man's voice start up, quickly awakening her from her exhausted state. She'd recognized that voice, of course she couldn't quite match a face since she was so disoriented. She managed to push herself up to her feet and began stumbling out of the room she inhabited.
Edging down the hall to reach the lit room down, her foot slipped on an empty bottle of antiseptic, she'd herself tossed minuted ago. Slipping on it, she practically flew up in the air and landed with a large thud on her backside.
"Owwwwieeee...." she wheezed, muffling some whining. She'd sat flat on her tailbone before getting off of it, rubbing on it with her good arm. "Stupid, piece a sh..frikken mother...sonuva...urgh..."
She was deathly hoping whoever it was in the same floor as her wasn't anyone there wanting to mug some kid like herself, mainly because she didn't feel like sparing the ammo on their face and what little food she had. Of course if it was someone, maybe they could help her rip this damned thing out.
Either way, Clarissa pulled her handgun up from her side and scoffed, slowly approaching the room where she could hear two men's voice.
"Hello...? Anyone in there not dangerous...?" she asked, pressing her back up against the wall beside the door way with her weapon up.
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Post by darkrising025 on Jan 27, 2011 2:33:48 GMT -5
Preston was digging out the last bullet as he heard a female voice. Preston dropped the tool he was using and walked to the door. He pulled pack the hammer on his revovler and leveled it. "Are you part of the Soldiers that are here or not?" He said as he stopped at the door.
Arc was a little angry at the interruption, especially a young female voice. "Were not infected, im in critical condition, and need some medical assistance!" At first, he thought that it might have been one of the nurses that were still alive in this place, but Arc knew that if something went wrong, Preston could handle it with his revolver.
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Post by NotAvailable on Jan 27, 2011 2:58:08 GMT -5
Clarissa listened to both voices and sighed with relief. She knew that annoyed voice, it was that one guy who helped reunite her and her father a few days ago! The other remained a mystery. Didn't matter, they weren't going to hurt her. As for the man whom asked her if she were a soldier...
"What? Well ya know being 16....I don't think I've got what it takes," she said staying where she stood incase the man tried to take a potshot at her.
"Arc, it's me, Clarissa Smith! Look, dropping my gun and sliding it toward you so you know I won't hurt you..." she said, doing as she promised before slowly edging into sight. She had her good arm lifted up but the other looked pretty banged up.
She could see the dark man lurking over a wounded Arc and frowned. No wonder he sounded so ****y. It wasn't just because she had a tendancy of annoying him but he was wounded too. Sucks.
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Post by Winters on Jan 27, 2011 3:28:18 GMT -5
As the girl entered the room, the times seemed to have changed. Arc remembered her very well, even the short time hes been in contact with her. It was a little odd how the voice didnt catch on quicker, but now that she spoke in the same room, it seemed almost perfect. Respecting that she slid the gun along the floor, hoping that Preston wouldnt get a little too trigger happy, Arc spoke out. "Last person I expect to see. How are ya, kiddo?"
Only Arc couldnt stretch up to really make a any friendly gesture himself, he almost forgot about his own wounds, the morphene was really getting to him now. Seeing the girls own wound, however, made him feel a little uneasy. But she was up and walking, which was a good indication that she was in better shape than he was, no matter how tough Arc had been. "...Preston, I hate to rush you, but we gotta fix me up before the morphene wears off. Otherwise the pain will kick back in, and itll turn matters worse. Ill end up... Slowing you down..." Of course, Arc couldnt just ignore Clarissas wound, but there was nothing they could do right now. Under normal circumstances, he would tell Preston to help her find something for it. But if Preston didnt fix him up soon, things would get sour.
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Post by NotAvailable on Jan 27, 2011 3:38:46 GMT -5
Clarissa frowned, furrowing her brows as she neared the two men, picking up her handgun as she did so. Placing it into her holster beneath her hoodie, she looked down at Arc sadly.
"I'm fine...but you don't look so good, what happened? Can I help in any way?" she asked, completely letting go of her injured arm to pat her friend's shoulder.
Looking up at Preston she kept the same concerned face. "Is there anything I can do?" the teen asked.
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Post by darkrising025 on Jan 27, 2011 18:09:20 GMT -5
"Is there anything I can do?" She asked. Preston didn't look at the girl, he just kept his eyes on Arc's wounds. "Yeah, can you find me some more morphine. By time I get this last bullet out, I'm gunna need some." He said, as he grabbed his scisors. Preston grabed the surgical scisors and used them to open the wound. He then used his free hand to grab a scapel and pulled the bullet out. After he sucessfully pulled the bullet out, Preston poured some achol on to the wound. He then wrapped with a bandage. "You should be good now. Where the hell is Manuel?" Preston said as he sat down the scapel.
The sounds of zombies had disappeared as Manuel pulled his knife out of the neck of the last one. His wound still throbbed but it stopped bleeding sometime ago. Manuel had dispatched the last zombie and moved up the hallway. He returned to where he departed from his group and saw the dead soldiers. They had been brutally killed. dios mío! What the hell happened here? Manuel examined the room and saw a pair of bloody foot prints. "That must be them! Where did they head?"Manuel muttered. He decided to follow the footprints. It led to the emergancy wing of the building. When he got to the door, Manuel opened it up and had his M16 readied.
"Arcian, Preston you guys up here!?" He shouted as he moved further into the area.
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Post by NotAvailable on Jan 27, 2011 19:06:06 GMT -5
Clarissa had been shuffling through one of the rooms across the hall, searching for more morphin for Arc. Of course the entire emergency room had been knocked over by a hurricane that was once a bunch of looters more than likely. Never the less, she found enough bandages for Arc and a bit for herself. Not like she needed alot since it was one spot on her arm that needed to be covered.
Either way, she put it away in her bag and moved on to another room. The pain was null as of now, possibly from the sudden adrenaline rush she'd experienced when she was told to locate something for a wounded friend. Then there it was, success! A drip bag of morphine in a room a bit away.
She would have leapt at the change to grab it if not for the obsticle that stood in her way. Inside of that room there were two corpses that merely stood there, swaying side to side, their attention wasn't even present at the time.
"Well, I guess I should just take them out then."
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Post by Winters on Jan 27, 2011 19:37:03 GMT -5
It was really good to see Clarissa still alive, she was a strong girl in the first place. But going out on her own had been risky, regardless of how strong she thought she was. Arc knew she could handle herself, and it seemed that over the last few months since they last seen eachother, she really changed. She seemed almost stronger, more responsible, espescially with how she handled that gun. Offering to help was even more of brave thing to do, and he appriciated it. After Clarissa nodded and went off to find what Preston asked, Arc felt the scalpel enter his skin. The morphene had been wearing off already, it was a low dosage, even as how much he took directly. But the pain was alright, he wasnt filled with anger. For once, he actually felt normal.
"We still need to serture the exit wound on my back, it went right though on an angle. Cant see anything to do that with, so we'll have to improvise..." Sitting up on the bed, feeling just enough to know he should take it easy, Arc reached over onto the table for the flat bone scraper. But before he got to do anything, the voice called out from the hallway. It was Manuel, he was sure of it.
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Post by darkrising025 on Jan 29, 2011 2:35:21 GMT -5
Manuel made his way to all the noise he heard. Still had his M16 readied in case any hidden infected jumped out on him. Manuel found the room that Preston and Arcian was in. Now there was a new person in the group, she looked like she was a teenager. No older that the age of twenty. "Your a little young to be fighting zombies. What's your deal?" Manuel asked bluntly. Instead of waiting for a reply he went straight to Arc. It seemed that he needed to be fixed up. Manuel slowly moved Preston aside and pulled opened a cabinet. Inside was a suture kit. Manuel grabbed it and began to suture the wound. He weaved in and out, around the exit wound and pulled it closed. His wound was now closed up. He cut the string with a pair of surgical scissors. After that he looked over to Preston. "That's how you do it."
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Post by NotAvailable on Jan 29, 2011 2:49:49 GMT -5
Clarissa had placed four bullets into the undead. One with took a bullet in the neck and then barely between the bridge of it's nose and a bit between it's eyes but not quite, either way it was enough to kill it. The other one took a bullet to the chest and in it's knee. It was on the floor, crawling toward her at this point. She hopped over it, not wanting to waste her remaining few bullets on it.
Grasping onto the morphine drip bag, she'd hopped back over it, moving toward Arc and the other two, noticing a new man, a very, dishelved, creepy, "I'm insane, don't talk to me" kinda man, commenting on her survival.
Either way, she'd given the morphine to Preston and stood beside Arc, looking down at him as Preston worked on the wounds.
"Is there anything else, Arc? I've got some water if you need some, ehhh I'm no good with medical care so there isn't much I can help with..." she informed her friend.
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Post by Winters on Jan 30, 2011 5:43:39 GMT -5
After the sound of the gunshots from the room next door, Arc figured that Clarissa was doing fine on her own, and just had to take care of a few infected. Being inside of a building and firing off your gun was better then being on the street. Plenty of those walkers could hear you from far away, but in the hospital, only the ones on the fourth floor had a good sense of where the bullets came from. When the little girl had came back, it wasnt long after that Manuel had showed up to fix up the stitching like a pro, even though Arc had a more drastic idea. The power was back on, a job well done, and he looked to be in fine condition. His wound was healing well, well enough to move like that. Same couldnt be said for Arc, no matter how much he wanted to just stand up.
"Watch yourself, Manuel, she might just put a bullet in you if you keep talking like that. Hey why dont you and Preston go scout out the floor for any infected that might be around. Its a pretty big hospital, and I dont want any problems while im laid out like this. Just to be safe, ya know? You two helped a lot, but right now I think if just like some alone time..." Arc looked at Preston when he spoke out 'alone time', knowing that what he really needed was to be not crowded by people, thats also what set him off. "Yo Arc, I hear you, Manuel and I are on that right now." Smart move, the both of them left the room, guns ready. Manuel have a little salute to Arc before leaving, letting him know that everything will be fine.
What Arc really needed right now was to talk to Clarissa, something to calm him down the best he could. Grabbing the morphene from her as she politely lay it on the table, Arc seen an empty syringe too, this one actually being clean. This would be he last dose for the night, anymore could do more damage than it would help his body regain control. Jamming the needle into his arm gave Arc a good feeling, it was the pain, a sudden rush. But as quickly as the rush came, it flowed through his whole body over the next few minutes, injected the substance like some sort of junkie. After tossing the empty needed onto the floor, Arc lay flat down on the bed, and then spoke out to the only other person in the room. "You stay. I wanna hear a story. What happened since I last saw you? Its been at least a month and a bit, hasnt it. I dont think I was in good shape the last time we encountered each other either, funny how things work like that..."
Arc wanted to hear somebodies voice just speaking to him. Not yelling about infected, or cursing off at armed men trying to kill them, nor the sound of his own words. He wanted to hear Clarissa, something that would calm him down, her comedic outlook on the situation. She always made the mood better, and thats the only thing that will heal him at this point.
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Post by NotAvailable on Jan 30, 2011 9:40:44 GMT -5
Clarissa watched preston and Mauel obey Arc's wishes and leave the room politely to scout out the rest of the floor for infected or any other sort of supply. By now, she'd accomplished pouring a bit of water over her arm, washing away some of the caked up blood.
When Arc asked her about the last time they met, she frowned.
"You wanna know what happened with my dad, huh?" the teen asked. She sighed and rubbed the back of her head with her good arm before finding a way to begin.
"After you left, my dad and I had decided now was the best time to get reacquainted. And by reacquainted, I mean, he was gushing over how he was never gonna leave me alone with anyone ever again unless he was absolutely sure they weren't serial killers or rapists. Long story, heh, anyway..." she trailed off.
The young girl had bounced up and down on her heels, her shoulders beginning to tremble. She had been trying to erase any of the unfortunate events that came to mind that resulted in his death.
"Anyway, we pretty much set off to scavenge for food. I hadn't eaten for three days prior to reuniting with him, my dad had a can of peaches, so he gave his last bit of food to me. After that, we went to some neighborhoods to scrounge for food like I said. Well this one neighborhood was pretty safe and quiet. The homes were still somewhat in tact, there wasn't alot of food, but there was enough for us to eat for a week! So we decided to hole up there for a good while," she continued.
Wasn't a long story but Clarissa attempted to drag it along before she just couldn't anymore.
"For nearly a month we were there up until we heard gunshots and people screaming. My dad had managed to sneak a peek out the windows to find a group of people were wrangling up zombie attention from outside gates. One of them were yelling and taunting them until there were a group of them shambling about. My dad tried to go out there and stop him, ya know how he is, always gotta be the good guy..." by now, the young girl's eyes had began to swell and water.
"I followed my dad, naturally, when the man had picked up a propane tank that he got from hsi pickup truck. He had four more loaded up back too. Four others that were with him all picked one up and started screaming out that they 'weren't gonna go down like this, not by infection'. When dad figured what they were gonna do, he was already in blasting radius trying to talk them out of it. I guess he hadn't seen me there until it was too late...One of the people shot at the propane tanks which I think were seeping propane already, and...there was a huge explosion....took out the zombies. Took out those people. Took out my dad...I was too far away to feel the blast, but I got immense heat and a glass shard in my arm," she explained showing the shard lodged in her arm and a burn mark behind her leg.
She shook her head and wiped at her eyes. "So here I am now. I needed medical attention so I came here and then began exaggerating that I was going to die to pass time. Then you guys show up."
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Post by darkrising025 on Jan 30, 2011 14:03:37 GMT -5
"Yo Arc, I hear you, Manuel and I are on that right now." Preston said as him and Manuel took off running out the room. Manuel took point and Preston followed behind him. So far there were no infected. Maybe they hadn't heard them, or even knew that they were there. Preston stepped on a piece of glass. Manuel sighed, just that small sound could attract anything. Manuel hoped that it was just going to be a couple fo zombies but he was wrong. Luck wasn't on his side this time. A Hunter emerged from one of the closed doors. Blood was dripping from it's claws. It seemed like it had already killed something. Manuel motioned for Preston to hide in another room. Preston nodded and slowly retreated into a room. Manuel fired two shots at the hunter. The bullets just bounced off it's hard exterior.
"s***, I knew that wouldn't work," Manuel said. The Hunter turned it's attention to Manuel and howled. Manuel sollowed and took off running toward the Hunter. It followed the suit. Manuel got closer to the Hunter and slid under it as the B.O.W swung. It barely miss him but ripped of a piece of his armor. The momentum of the Hunter caused it to fall over. It crashed into a wall as it fell. Manuel took this time to load a 40mm grenade into his M203 attachment. "Come on you ugly motherlover! I want you to turn around!" Manuel shoted as he moved his finger to the trigger. The Hunter whipped around and howled at him. He fired the M203 attachment and the grenade smash into it's head. The Hunter's body went limp as hit it the ground with a large thud.
(I wont be back till tuesday. So you guys keep it rolling without me ^_^)
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