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Post by georgiamay on Feb 4, 2014 3:03:13 GMT
(( Have one pop out from behind a car and take a chunk out of her shoulder or maybe her side. Then he could see her ridiculous fucking scar. xD Oh yeah, that sounds yummy! )) Amelia sighed, letting her bow drop lower as they neared the outskirts of the city. "You'll have to take charge from here. I've gotten us through the worst part." She took a step back allowing him to take the lead. The sun was turning the sky a pale orange-red and her eyes reflected the soft wispy clouds in the air. In her old life, this would've been one of her favorite kinds of day.
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Post by Confetti on Feb 4, 2014 3:07:06 GMT
(( Yum yum, nothing hits the spot quite like human flesh! ))
Bracken nodded, picking up the pace for a short moment so he could take the lead. "We won't have to worry about zombies as much out here," he promised once they were beyond the last of the buildings. His grip on his sledgehammer relaxed a little now that they were nearing the forest. Soon they walked beyond the edge, and there were trees at either side of the road.
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 4, 2014 3:15:23 GMT
Amelia smiled, examining the greenery. It was much more like her hometown here since hers had been stationed in the middle of the National Park. She closed her eyes for a moment and imagined that's where she was. She didn't even hear the black-haired male zombie wander up behind her; all she felt were the teeth of a zombie, biting down into her neck, hardly missing her jugular artery. She tried her best not to scream, but the pain was unfathomable. "Bracken!" She gasped grinding er teeth not to scream, hitting her knees with the zombie on her back. Her body could hardly support the zombie's weight.
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Post by Confetti on Feb 4, 2014 3:24:53 GMT
Bracken whirled around at her scream, his eyes widening with terror at the sight before him. He thought quickly, thanks to a dangerous mixture of shock and adrenaline. He didn't dare use his sledgehammer at the risk of hitting Amelia on accident. In less than a second he had dropped his hammer and had his hunting rifle drawn, his eyes peeking down the iron sights. A gunshot echoed around the forest, a distant flurry of wings could be heard from a startled flock of pigeons. The zombie was shot right in the head, causing it's jaws to loosen and it to fall onto it's back. However he hadn't fired in time to keep the zombie from taking out a decent chunk of flesh from Amelia's neck. "Shit shit shit," he hissed, crouching down at her side. Thankfully he had been a paramedic before the apocalypse, so he was used to seeing blood like this. Without thinking much, he threw off his shirt, knocking off his baseball cap in the process. He wrapped the t-shirt around her neck and her armpit, tying it tight to keep the blood from flowing. He threw his cap back onto his head and he put his hands on her shoulders. "Come on, don't... Don't panic," he begged, looking into her eyes. He looked around wildly, the few zombies that had been in the area were now walking towards them at a good pace.
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 4, 2014 3:33:28 GMT
Amelia grinned a bit, still retaining a touch of her humor. "I was a nurse before the Apocalypse, love." she whispered, blood staining the shirt around her neck. When she saw the zombies, she tried to position her bow right without hurting her neck anymore. Se cursed as she realized she couldn't position herself right. "If you run out of ammo for your gun, I've got a pistol in my backpack with ammo." She whispered, blackness swimming through her vision. One of her palms hit the ground, supporting her weight as she tried to get her backpack over to him.
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Post by Confetti on Feb 4, 2014 3:37:00 GMT
Bracken shook his head, eyeing the nearing zombies. He grabbed her back and yanked her up to her feet. He picked up his sledgehammer, grabbed her by the hand, and started pulling her away. "We don't need anymore noise," he whispered over his shoulder, though a few of the zombies were walking after them. He just needed to get out of there. The only reason he would kill the zombies would be if they followed him all the way home. The only thing he cared about right now was getting medical attention for Amelia. Well, and getting a shirt back on.
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 4, 2014 3:45:22 GMT
Amelia slumped in his grip a bit, a thin trail of blood staining her light gray long sleeve shirt. She moaned softly as she nearly tripped over her own foot. At this rate and with the scent of blood to goad them on, they'd follow them all the way back."We can't..." She whispered. "With the blood...they'll follow us." She was beginning to have a hard time forming complete thoughts in her head. Her dark brunette hair was caking with blood as well. "Can't...they'll follow." She murmured very softly.
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Post by Confetti on Feb 4, 2014 3:50:50 GMT
Bracken jerked her forward and caught her in his cradled arms. The situation made him feel pretty epic. He was running shirtless away from zombies, holding a wounded girl in his arms. He was aware that the zombies would follow the blood trail, but staying there wouldn't get them anywhere. It would just get more zombies. He had the windows and doors pretty well barred up at his gas station, so he figured they would be able to hold out while the zombies calmed down. He broke into a sprint, running as fast as he could with the extra weight of Amelia in his arms. He ran down the road for a while until he took a left when they reached a fork. The road here was much more tattered, which was a sign they were getting closer to the gas station.
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 4, 2014 3:55:23 GMT
Amelia's weak arms, were wrapped carefully around his neck as her head lolled a bit. She tried to hold it up, but the effort made her dizzy. "Bracken..." She murmured in a very slight whisper. "Are they still...following??" Her eyes as she opened them were very much like glass as she looked up at his face, blinking several times to focus her vision which continued to swirl.
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Post by Confetti on Feb 4, 2014 4:02:02 GMT
(( lolled XD ))
Bracken looked at her a moment, then over his shoulder. There was about five zombies running only ten feet away, and more were starting to pick up on the trail. He looked straight ahead again, taking in a big gulp. He was officially in a snowball effect, and he would have to stop sometime or there would only be more and more zombies. "I-uh... Maybe," he responded, hoping not to make her panic. Soon the gas station was in view, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He reached the door, slid Amelia over onto her feet, swung the door open, and pulled her and himself inside. As soon as he was in he whirled around and slid the wooden bar he had set up to block the door. As soon as it was set up, there could be heard a loud bang on the outside from where a zombie had run straight into the door. Bracken set Amelia on the tile floor so he could rest for a second. He took off his baseball cap and wiped his forehead, ridding it of the sweat that had been beading.
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 4, 2014 4:06:22 GMT
(( Best word ever xD ))
Amelia rolled over onto her side, wishing and willing her legs to let er stand. She wanted to help him! She wanted to have his six like she'd promised! How had she managed to break a promise in less than 24 hours? She managed to pull a and up to her neck and press down as hard as she could manage in her weakened state, doing the best she could to keep the blood in her body. She took a deep breath and pressed down as hard as she possibly could, drawing a gasp out of her partially opened mouth.
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Post by Confetti on Feb 4, 2014 4:12:19 GMT
Bracken stood up straight, wiping his brow one last time before slipping on his cap. The gas station wasn't much; all of the convenience isles had been pushed up against the windows, leaving about a 10 by 10 foot area where he had all of his things. He dragged Amelia over and helped her lay down on the mattress he had there. "Don't exert yourself," he instructed as he slipped a folded blanket under her head to use as a pillow. He stood up and stretched his back. It was nice to be safe... At least, somewhat. There was a couple zombies still banging at the door, but he knew they would give up soon enough. And if they managed to get in, he had a sledgehammer with their name on it. He walked over to a bin and started rooting around, looking for a first aid kit.
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 4, 2014 4:21:52 GMT
Amelia coughed a bit, she figured choking on some dust. She put her hand up to cover it, pulling it away to see some nice red blood. "Fuck..." She whimpered under her breath, wiping it on part of her shirt. That meant something had happened to her esophagus when the stupid creature had bitten her, but she was hoping it would clot on it own. She decided not to tell Bracken unless she absolutely had to, besides, they didn't have the equipment to surgically fix it here. She remained quiet, examining Bracken's little 'home.'
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Post by Confetti on Feb 4, 2014 4:27:56 GMT
Bracken came back, kneeling down beside her and placing the first aid kit on the tile floor. He lifted it open and retrieved some bandages and some sterile wipes. He unwrapped his shirt from her neck, suddenly realizing he was still shirtless. He figured a shirt would have to wait when his ally had a gaping hole in her neck. He leaned over her, wincing at the wound. It was a good thing she was immune. He used the wipes to clean off the wound. He winced as he knew he must be causing some pain, but at least she was a nurse, so she would understand what he was doing. He took the bandages and wrapped them around her neck and across to her shoulder for stability. He leaned back, placing his hands on his hips. "Better?" he asked with a smirk.
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Post by georgiamay on Feb 4, 2014 4:34:56 GMT
Amelia grinned. "Thank you, Bracken." She murmured, her voice hoarse. "I'll be okay now." She assured him. It was an instinct born out of being a nurse during the war. She could never have told a dying patient her troubles. Hell, they had enough of their own.
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