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Post by georgiamay on Feb 4, 2014 22:51:34 GMT
Now that Amelia thought of it, she was not really hungry. She was, however, quite thirsty. She looked up at him, wiping her eyes of the tears. "I'm not actually hungry, but if you want there is some food in my backpack." She pointed to her black bag. "I don't care what you eat really..." Her forehead had a few beads of sweat on it. She frowned a bit, looking up at him. "Can we go for clean water this morning?"
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Post by Confetti on Feb 4, 2014 22:55:00 GMT
Bracken nodded. "I've still got a little bit of water left, but not much," he said, gesturing to a few plastic bottles of water. "But you're staying here. I don't want you getting hurt," he insisted. He didn't want her to faint again. Not to mention the smell of blood under the bandages might attract unwanted attention.
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 4, 2014 22:59:17 GMT
Amelia nodded. "That's probably for the best." She sighed, a bit downtrodden. "I hate being helpless." She smiled regretfully. "I just wish I could do somethin' to help." Her light blue eyes stared at her pale, trembling hands.
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Post by Confetti on Feb 4, 2014 23:01:15 GMT
Bracken grinned. "Trust me, you've helped me more than you will ever know," he informed her. Not only had she spared his life, but she had given him something he never thought he would have; a friend.
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 4, 2014 23:03:23 GMT
"Promise?" Amelia murmured, unable to let it go without his word. Her head ached a bit as she watched him carefully. She could hardly sit up straight without her vision becoming dotted with black. She laid down slowly, sighing in relief when her vision returned to normal.
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Post by Confetti on Feb 5, 2014 1:20:45 GMT
Bracken gave her a reassuring smile. "Promise," he said, nodding his head a little. He walked over and grabbed his sledgehammer, as well as a couple of empty two liter bottles to hold the water in when he found it. "Don't worry, I should be back in less than an hour," he said as he started for the door. His hand hesitated a moment at the handle. "If I don't come back by then, don't look for me," he said over his shoulder.
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 5, 2014 1:37:42 GMT
"But..." Amelia's eyes were wide. She bit her lip, sighing. "Okay." She stared at her hands, scoffing inwardly. He couldn't keep her from coming, but she had faith he'd come back soon. "Be safe, Bracken."
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Post by Confetti on Feb 5, 2014 1:42:45 GMT
Bracken nodded, and with one last grin, unbolted the door and slipped out. He latched it shut behind him, and he turned to face forward. There was a few zombies still remaining from the night before, but they seemed to be a bit more relaxed. They were still walking at him, though. He took a step forward, bringing his sledgehammer down into the skull of the closest zombie, blood splattering everywhere as the body crumbled onto the ground. He whirled around, swinging the hammer across and practically tearing another zombie in half as he made an epic pose. Sometimes he just couldn't help feeling awesome during the apocalypse. Soon he was done with all the alerted zombies, and was heading to the river with his bottles strapped to his back.
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 5, 2014 1:57:37 GMT
(( OMG....so my brother goes to the University of Tennessee and there was a shooting near the school about an hour ago. I'm like freaking out. I know by brother's okay, but the shooters are still loose...))
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Post by Confetti on Feb 5, 2014 2:01:02 GMT
(( D: I hope he's alright!! )) (( I'm just gonna skip so I don't have to RP with myself X3 ))
After about thirty minutes, Bracken came back to the gas station with the two bottles full. There was a zombie trying to push it's way into the door, so he casually slashed his sledgehammer down diagonally, cracking through it's bones and sending it to the ground. He opened up the door and closed it behind him, bolting it shut. "I'm back," he said, walking back into the room and untying the bottles of water from his back. It wasn't the cleanest water in the world, but it sure as hell wasn't the dirtiest.
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 5, 2014 2:09:26 GMT
(( I hope he is too. ))
Amelia looked up at Bracken, a fresh sheen of sweat on her forehead, but despite the blanket wrapped around her, she was shaking. She smiled as he came in. "Hey Bracken!" A sigh of relief went through her body. She felt kind of strange; weak and sort of fuzzy. Her head felt like the radios sounded nowadays. All the fuzz none of the clear thinking.
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Post by Confetti on Feb 5, 2014 2:14:50 GMT
Bracken grinned at his welcoming. He wasn't used to someone being happy to see him when he came back, unless you counted the zombies. He walked over and knelt down beside the bed, setting the heavy two liter bottles of water on the ground beside her. "I have a cup, if you need to use it," he offered, unscrewing the lid of one of the bottles and lifting it up to his mouth with both hands. It was an extremely refreshing feeling as he took a few deep gulps. He let out a gasp when he pulled it away. He wiped his lips before he spoke. "Some water would do you good,"
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 5, 2014 2:21:55 GMT
Amelia smiled, a dreamy look in her pale blue eyes. "A cup would be great." She murmured, her voice groggy. She reached up to her forehead to wipe away a few beads of sweat only for them to be replaced moments later. Her heart beat was kind of funky too, but she assumed it was dehydration. If she drank enough, it'd get better soon.
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Post by Confetti on Feb 5, 2014 2:28:57 GMT
Bracken nodded, figuring the dreamy look in her eyes was just because she was really looking forward to the water. He crawled over to a large cooler he had across the space. He opened it up, revealing a gathering of various cans of food. He grabbed an empty can and closed the cooler. On his hands and knees he made his way back over to her. He poured the water from the bottle into the can and held it up to her. "Sorry, I don't have any real cups," he said with an embarrassed smile.
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 5, 2014 3:07:43 GMT
Amelia rolled her eyes. "Why would I care? We're alive and everyone else is dead. We're so damn lucky we can't be picky anymore." She took the can carefully from him, holding it up to her mouth and drinking in small sips, reminding herself if it was dehydration drinking too much, too fast could make her worse.
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