Final Infection- A Zombie Survival Roleplay

OOC: Maka give me permission to make Skye faint so that the RP could move on. If you guys need I'll take a picture of the text ^_^

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Hope smiled at Lance. "I think you should go,"said Hope, quietly. "They could be hurt or something and need help and we wouldn't know it. But what do u think Terra?" Hope wondered.
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Nate walked with Skye by his side, taking the backroads to the bunker in hopes of keeping the Zombies away. He realized that Skye was slowing down and he stopped walking and turned to her. "You okay Skye?" Nate said to her. Skye smiled and said "Just fine" before nearly falling to ground. Nate swore and caught the girl before she hit the ground.He looked at her arm and saw that her arm was looking worse then just minutes before. Holding her bridal style, he started running towards the bunker, praying that she had not been bitten-or else Skye was a goner- and that no zombies would follow.

It was a freaking miracle on 34th Street that no zombies had come after them. Running up the stairs of the stairs of the house, Nate banged on the front door screaming "Need some help over here!!"

 

Opening her mouth to reply the woman found herself cut off once more, as someone else entered their bunker. With their urgent cry she could not simply just stand there and carry on with the conversation, so instead Terra rushed to the aid of whoever it was.

Once there she saw Nate holding the limp body of Skye and gasped. She...hadn't been bitten, had she?

"Put her down over here," Terra cleared a near by table, finding it to be the closest thing to work and wishing to waste no time.

 

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"Skye!" Hope shouted as she hazily saw their coleader being held by her older brother. "What happened to her?' Hope wondered. Ignoring Hope, Nate ran with Skye in his arms and gently placed her on the table as Terra directed. As soon as he placed her on the table he moved, so that Terra could take care of her, and sat down leaning on the wall. Deciding to leave questions for later, Hope ran over to Terra. "Anything you need me to do or get?" offered Hope, trying to be as helpful as she could.

 

Skye's eyebrows scrunched together as she was starting to come to again. Her head throbbed, her arm was on fire, and she felt like her limbs were made of led. She could hear her name being called from the distant and that she wasn't moving anymore but laying on the table. She remembered that there was someone else with her too...

"Hawkeye?" Her tongue felt thick and swollen, but she knew it was just an illusion in her head. She tried to open her eyes and move, but then suddenly grimaced and grunted. There was intense pain in her right arm... But why?

Then she remembered. She was scratched by that big brute in the warehouse and was just living on an adrenalin rush to keep moving. Nah, scratch wasn't the word. More like almost brutally shredded.

The girl rolled her head to the cool surface of the table, taking in little shallow breaths to stop the pain as she forced her heavy eyelids to open up. She could see a familiar fuzzy form standing by her and then she smiled and relaxed a little. She was home. She was safe.

"Hey Terra, Hope..." she sighed out, smiling weakly as she laid there. "Not bit," she reassured and then winced, holding up her arm a little. "Got raked... Need stitches probably... ugh..."

That was the way Skye was, she tried to be optimistic as possible. She knew it drove the rest of her teammates nuts, but someone had to be the sunshine in the dark times. Although even though this was just a scratch, Skye found herself beginning to beat herself up and her smile faded as she closed her eyes and let her bleeding, injured arm relax on the table.

"Some... some assistant leader I am, eh?" She scoffed at herself and then turned her head so the back of her head was laying on the surface and she swallowed thickly. She waited for Terra and Hope to examine her and then took in a breath. "Grey's gonna to kill me..."

 

Lance looked at her with a blank expression. "Alright." He turned to leave when suddenly Nate walked in. And on his shoulders was:

"Skye."

Lance rushed over to make sure she was ok. "Think she'll be okay?" he asked Hope. He turned to Nate, "What even happened? Did you find her like this?"

 

Lance closed his eyes as he listened. When Nate finished, he stood up. "I'll go see. You guys stay here with Skye, I'll be fine on my own." he told them all. "Make sure the others know where I went if they return, but don't let them go after me, got it?" He knew they wouldn't approve anyway. " Losing one person beats losing many more." He looked at them with his dark blue eyes. "See ya." Lance gave a small salute, and with that, he turned and set off.

 

Good, it wasn't a bite. She wouldn't be able to handle it if it was.

Looking to Hope now she nodded. "Disinfectant, we still have some right? And some needle and thread okay. Hurry." Until she had those things there wasn't much she could do but wipe away however much blood she could with a towel she found laying near by. That and to look at Skye and comfort her. No one liked getting hurt after all, as it made most feel as if they had really messed up. So she smiled gently at their assistant leader and even gave a small laugh.

"Come on now Skye, we all know your the best for the role. And if Grey tries anything like that I'll be sure to knock him out! Because no one gets away with hurting a team member here, not even our leader."

 

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"I think so," Said Hope, sighing softly, answering Lance's question. "It seems that she just lost a ton of blood," Listing the things she would need to get from the infirmary in her head, she turned at Nat. "Do you think you could get some water and help me wash out Skye's arm?" Hope asked the young girl, sweetly before heading to the makeshift infirmary. Stitches- check. Needle- check. Bandages-check. Disinfectant-check. Hopefully that was everything. Hope threw it all in a small bag that was lying around and sighed in relief. Skye was lucky she wasn't bit-otherwise she would have been as good as dead. Hurrying out of the infirmary, Hope ran back to the main room where everyone was gathered​

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"The supply run didn't go as planned,"said Nate. The redhead sighed softly before continuing. "As everyone else went in, I went to a nearby building and got on the roof. There were too many of them Zombies in the warehouse and it didn't help that even more appeared and I couldn't keep all of them from getting into the warehouse," said Nate. He pet Serah who sat next to him. "I don't know about the others but someone needs to go back for them," Nate shook his head. "I don't wanna think about what could have happened to them,"​

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"Lance Wait!" Hope called before he could leave. Putting the bags down beside Terra, she ran over to Lance and put something in his hand. It was a sliver, leaf shaped charm that she had had since she was young. "Please-be safe and make sure to bring it back to me okay?" said Hope,bushing slightly.​

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Nat had been standing next to Nikolia poking his sleeping form. The man was strange and made weird noises when he slept. Her finger froze midair as hope asked her to gather water. She could do that. Nat straightened and scurried off to the kitchen. She fumbled through the shelves for the bottles of water. There weren't many left. This run was supposed to help the restock. Nat grabbed two bottles and a bowl and then ran back out to the hallway. "H-here." She chirped, and set the items on the small table beside them. "Is there something i can do?"

Mare ran through the streets on her way back to the bunker. They were everywhere. What the hell was going on? She had no choice but to use her gun. There was a rope tied around the end of the bat and it hung over her shoulder with the shotgun. Marissa didn't want to be the reason they had to move again, but the zombies didn't seem to be letting up. She was almost out of bullets for the pistol and nearing the bunker. There wasn't enough ammo for her to double back. "Damnit!" She kicked at the ground and took off running in the opposite direction. If she could lead to majority away, then maybe the snipers could take out the rest.

 

Lance turned to see Hope putting an object in his hand.

"Please-be safe and make sure to bring it back to me okay?"

Lance gave her a small smile and put a hand on her shoulder. "Yeah." he pocketed the charm. "I'll be back safe, and the others'll be with me. Count on it." Lance gave another salute and went off to rescue the others.

 

Alex just stood there and watched Lance leave in search of the others. With Skye currently being treated and NIckolia passed out on the ground, there wasn't too many alternate way to find them. Maybe I can spot them if I head upstairs. Leaving the others downstairs, he headed back up and moved towards a nearby window. While his intention was to get a some what birds eye view In order to see better, he kept his gun close just in case he needed to use it.

 

"Yeah... I guess you're right," Skye replied, hissing when Terra touched her wounds to clean them. "Owowowowowowow." She would have to be patient through this one. She received stitches before many times, but she always hated them. She would have to move her arm less for a while and that was going to suck big time.

Even though she was back at home base where everything was safe and secured, Skye couldn't help but to feel like something was wrong. She didn't want to sit long on the operating table, but she felt so heavy and tired. "Hey, is everyone here? Do you know?" She looked up at Terra, her eyes full of worry. As second leader, it was her job to make sure her team was safe just as much as it was the main leader's job. "Those zombies... I dunno... It seemed like..."

She winced, forgetting what she was about to say when Terra touched a tender spot and then tensed. "I dunno... they're starting to act more animal like to me. Like... they're hunting in packs? Maybe I'm just crazy though."

 

And so everybody had managed to flee the warehouse. Excluding Skye, it seemed that none of them really gained any serious wounds. Now alone, Grey stared out at the hoards of zombies and narrowed his eye. "tsk its she predicted...they seem to be slowly developing" Grey said backing away a bit as the zombies began to proceed further. He recalled the notes of a former college that had worked alongside him in the past resistance group. She spoke of a theory she had about the beast and it seemed the theory was slowly turning into the truth. "even if its a very slow growth, it still brings us a disadvantage." Grey said. Fatigue and slight wounds had begun to overcome the leader and he had reached the point were retreat was a must. With everybody out of the zombie hive, his task as leader was accomplished.

Grey had to time it right, many zombies were still around but a good number were killed off during the struggle. They all stood before him and the exit was only a few steps behind him. The zombies crept slowly at the moment, but the second Grey made any big movement, they would pounce and try to devour him. Narrowing his eyes, Grey smirked "well then, come on you bastards" Grey said as he immediately dropped the metal pipe in his hands. As the pipe dropped with a loud clang, the assault began.

A zombie, who had been ahead of the others attempted to take a bite out of the frigid leader. Thrusting his left arm forward Grey grabbed the zombie's neck. The zombie tried its best to bite the arm but could not. No matter how much it clawed at the arm it did no good. The artificial arm was a perfect tool that prevented the infection from entering the body. Though it was great, it was a pain to maintain with the lack of materials.Though Grey always attempted to keep the arm in good condition, he really had no choice at the current time. Acting fast, Grey immediately twisted his body and flung the zombie into the heard, knocking away those who were closing in. With this small window of opportunity, Grey immediately jumped backwards and brought out the bow that was attached to his back. Reeling out an arrow, Grey set the arrow in place.

The arrow was a special one, a prototype that Grey had been tinkering with. Once it hit the opponent, it would release a small force that would knock those nearby away. It couldn't kill anybody and the downside included the fact that it could also affect other allies and himself as well. It also wasn't the easiest to make. Despite this it was the perfect time to try out the arrow. Reeling back the arrow, Grey immediately fired it at the chest of a zombie. If there was one thing he was proud of, it was his skill with a bow. The arrow managed to hit the zombie an the force of impact caused the front-line zombies to crash into those behind them. What used to be a downside soon became an advantage. The force was close enough to slightly knock back the leader much more closer to the exit. He skidded down towards it and took very few seconds to recover from the slight recoil.

With that action the zombies that had not been paying attention had now started to. Taking no time, Grey rushed out the exit of the warehouse and began to flee. Step one was complete, but step two had now arrived. Now the main goal was to lose the zombies and return to base. He wondered how pissed the others were. One thing was clear...he was extremely pissed at none other than himself.

 

Using the water and towel Terra managed to clean up the blood around the wound. From there she poured the disinfectant into it, not bothering warning the girl about the sting as they all knew of it. Why waste the time? But good, hopefully this would prevent it from getting infected and Skye would be okay.

From there all was left was the stitch. Prepping the needle was easy, what was hard was pulling it through the skin. "Do we have anything for the pain?" Terra asked, the question being for anyone still around. Still...waiting would mean more blood loss. So...there goes the needle, entering Skye's arm as Terra began sewing it up. It seemed so crude...but with limited resources she had no choice.

While still doing this she heard Skye's question. "Well...I don't know. I saw most of them return, but I focused more on you..."

Then some scary news came. One zombie alone was enough of a hassle. But whole herds? Oh...here comes more nightmares. It bothered her too much to even reply.

 

Skye gasped and then clenched her good hand when the needle went in without any warning. She didn't have time -nor couldn't- to reply to Terra's comment She shut her eyes tightly, grunting as she tried to hold back a yelp, waiting for the operation to be completed. She trusted Terra with her life; she was one of the good medics after all.

"A little warning next time?" Skye whimpered, trying to smile a little but it came out to be a grimace. She turned her head to the side away from the needle, trying to keep calm as the operation continued on. She was worried about her leader, worried about everyone else who was in the warehouse with her. Did they make it out alive? Or did they get trapped? Then she remembered once more that she was with someone else...

"Hawkeye... Is Hawkeye here?" she asked, opening her eyes a little as she looked up at Terra.

OOC: I am soooo sorry for the wait guys. My parents wanted me to try a couple of days without the internet to see if my depressing mood would improve. It kind of did... But I'll try my best to be on as much as possible to post a reply. I WILL NOT ABANDON YOOOOU! WAAAAAAH!

 

Lance arrived just in time to see Grey escaping. "Grey! You alright?" He called out, before approaching Grey and running with him. He turned to look at the zombies. "Yeesh... Did they get uglier?"

 

"Oh..sorry about that." She grimaced, feeling guilty over her decision. Too late to change it now. But... "Yeah, next time I'll warn you."

After that Terra said nothing, opting to stay silent until she was finished. Once tied off, she broke off the thread and put the needle down. She wished to clean it once more, just to be sure. When that was through she finally looked away from the wound and around the room. "Did any of you see him enter?"

 

Hope laughed realizing that Nate fallen asleep, leaning against the wall with his arm around Serah. "He's right here," said Hope pointing to her brother, passed out asleep in the corner.

OOC:Shotr post is short. Sick Heart is sick.

 

As he proceded to escape from the zombies, Grey immediately spotted somebody up ahead. Taking no chances, Grey immediately prepared himself for a fight but stopped mid way. "Lance?" Grey said immediately upon recognizing the friend up ahead. Taking no time the leader continued what he was going and ran alongside Lance "Indeed they have but they've also gained some brains...I'll explain back at the base, everybody else should have returned back to base by now." Grey said as he turned around. Reeling out an arrow he immediately shot a zombie that had managed to follow them "quickly we are almost there" Grey said.

 

Columbus made his way back upstairs, glancing out the window. He saw a strange commotion going on a distance away from the bunker. He grimaced, taking a head count in his head. He had spotted everybody in the house at least once...except for Marissa. With the talk of zombie herds going on, he felt he had to hurry out there.

Sprinting, Columbus realized that it was foolish running out of the bunker without warning anybody else, but turning back would waste more time. His chainsaw, fully gassed, was clutched between his hands. He revved it up as he got closer to the zombies, grabbing their attention. Siding, in one swift swing of the chainsaw, he sliced through three of the zombies.

"Hey, Mare," Columbus called out, "are you in this giant mess?"