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| DoctorYerishi | Jul 20 2017, 02:57 PM Post #3931 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Emmett frowned intesnely. Willow’s accusatory tone was hurtful, but he deserved it. The fact that he had let a kid like Connor go off by himself deeply bothered him. If anything happened to Connor, Emmett would never forgive himself. That he had no choice in the matter – he couldn’t go himself, neither could Willow, and it’s not like he could turn to Riley or Ruby – didn’t matter. He didn’t try to defend himself. “I didn’t stop him,” he said. Edited by DoctorYerishi, Jul 3 2018, 05:10 PM.
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jul 20 2017, 04:34 PM Post #3932 |
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Is that so?
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"Oohhhhh, Annie's gonna kill us when she finds out." Willow bemoaned. She slumped down in the nearest chair, a quick tinge of pain coming from the wounds in her back as she did so. She knew that Emmett was right about her needing to sit down. If she tried going out in her current condition, she would just do what she had always done; get in the way. And that was assuming she even managed to make it to the Walmart without collapsing again. She really was useless. With a heavy sigh, Willow's gaze dropped to the floor. "Ever since Mount Kisco... all I've ever done is get in the way..." She whispered to herself. "Please... be okay out there." |
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| Strompy | Jul 21 2017, 09:59 AM Post #3933 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Emily picked up where Antonio left off, swinging wide at the rotter he'd just slashed across the face. The blade severed its spine but didn't clear its neck. As the rotter collapse it took the blade with it briefly. The next nearest rotter turned and lunged at Emily, she was able to bring her machete up in time to block rotter. It pushed her back against a wall and another rotter made its way past her toward Annie. "Coming at you!" she grunted as the rotter continued pressing in on her forcing the machete blade into its own neck. Emily braced her leg against the wall and pushed back, slamming the rotter against the adjacent wall with enough force to drive the machete the rest of the way through its neck. Its body collapsed and its head rolled off. She looked back to see the one that slipped past had been intercepted by one of Dwight's people who'd slipped one of their makeshift man catchers around its neck and wrestled with it waiting for Annie to deliver the finishing blow. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Jul 21 2017, 11:49 AM Post #3934 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Annie brought the blade down hard, embedding it in the rotter’s forehead, right above its eyes. A moment later, it crumpled to the store floor. Trapped as it was by Dwight’s men, it was one of the easiest rotter kills Annie had ever attempted. |
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| Strompy | Jul 21 2017, 01:14 PM Post #3935 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Emily readied her machete to cut down another rotter, one of the last left as it made a move toward her. Its snarling was cut off as a cord looped around its neck and it was violently yanked to the ground by one of Dwight's girls. Another one of them quickly stepped in and put her foot downon its head before methodically stabbing it with a short home made spear. "Nice work, people." Dwight complimented them. Dwight took up position in front of the door and readied his shotgun. The others similarly readied their guns and kept them trained on the door. He looked to Emily who was in position to swing the door open. He silently counted down and raised his weapon as Emily threw the door open. After a second he lowered it again. "Jesus." he remarked. Emily looked inside to see Brandon slumped against the wall with the majority of his left forearm missing, looking as pale as death. Connor sat nearby looking like he'd just seen hell. There was no sign of Willow. "Annie, we need you!" Emily called out before going in. She checked Brandon for a pulse. It was faint but there, he was unconcious. "Connor, are you hurt?" she asked. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jul 21 2017, 02:44 PM Post #3936 |
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Is that so?
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Antonio's eyes widened at the sight that awaited them on the other side of the door. Blood. There was so much blood. And in the center of it all, a motionless Brandon. "Dios mío..." He uttered under his breath. He had basic medical knowledge, but nothing that could help with this; the only thing he could do was stand aside and let Annie pass. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Jul 21 2017, 07:14 PM Post #3937 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Annie was not prepared for what she saw when the door opened. There was Connor, decidedly not safe, looking as horror-stricken as Annie had ever seen anyone look. Then there was the reason for that horror – Brandon, missing an appendage, his skin white as a sheet everywhere that it wasn’t red with blood. “I’m – I’m fine,” Connor choked out the words. “But Brandon was – he was bit.” Annie wanted to share in his dismay, but she realized instantly that she couldn’t afford to. She closed her eyes for just a second, and then when she opened it she sprang into action. “Lie him down, elevate the arm, apply direct pressure – use your shirt if you have to,” she immediately instructed Emily. She turned to the others. “We need towels, blankets, anything you can find in the store – hurry!” She looked back to Brandon and Emily. Her big concern was shock. Immediate care could make the difference between life and death. “Don’t raise his head,” she instructed. “Connor – bring me that can.” Connor didn’t move. “Connor,” Annie said more urgently. “The can!” Connor blinked, then – still slack-jawed – obeyed his mother’s order. He brought over the garbage can. There was nothing in it. Annie tipped it to its side, judged it to be about 12 inches, and draped Brandon’s leg over it. Then she crawled a few paces back towards Brandon’s face. The rise and fall of his chest told her he was still breathing, even though he appeared to be out. “Brandon,” Annie said loudly. “Brandon, can you open your eyes?” |
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| Strompy | Jul 22 2017, 01:53 AM Post #3938 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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One of Dwight's people said something to the others in what sounded like Vietnamese and they hurried off to follow Annie's instructions. Dwight inspected the severed hand on the desk curiously. "I don't mean to be insensitive but, is there any point? He's been bitten. That's game over, you'd just be dragging it out." he said, a little mystified. "Not if you get it in time, you can stop it spreading." Emily informed him. She'd never actually seen it, but somebody the others were travelling with before they met up had survived a bite by amputating the limb. So Brandon still had a shot, if he survived the blood loss, the shock and any subsequent infection he might get. Emily turned to Connor who still looked shell-shocked. "Connor. Where is Willow?" she asked. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Jul 22 2017, 02:03 AM Post #3939 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Connor didn’t look away from his mom and Brandon as he answered. “I don’t know,” he said. “Back at the house, I guess. She passed out.” Annie performed a quick check of Brandon’s airway, tilting Brandon’s chin up and grasping his jaw on both sides. She could feel air coming out of his mouth. He was definitely breathing. “Brandon,” she repeated, when she let him go. “Brandon, please, open your eyes.” She looked over her shoulder. “Where are those blankets?” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jul 22 2017, 03:16 AM Post #3940 |
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Is that so?
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Blankets, blankets, blankets, come on! Antonio mentally huffed as he made his way up and down the aisles of Walmart. He had turned and started looking as soon as Annie called for supplies. Problem was that these stores were so damn big; every second he spent looking was another second that Brandon risked bleeding out. It didn't help that the interior was dimly lit at best with no electrical lighting. He often found himself reaching to the back of the darkened shelves in his search for anything that could help. Eventually, he found something. A set of blue and white sheets for a twin-sized bed, wrapped neatly in plastic. He pulled the entire thing out and returned to the back of the store. He had probably been gone for only a few minutes, but it felt like it had been so much longer. "I found some blankets!" The priest called out as he barged back into the small office. He placed the plastic bag on the table, practically tore the zipper off as he opened it, and then started pulling out the sheets. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Jul 22 2017, 12:44 PM Post #3941 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“Good, thank you,” Annie said curtly, glancing up at Antonio only for a moment. When he handed her the first sheet, Annie immediately handed it off to Emily. “For the bleeding,” she said. “Remember, deep pressure.” The next blanket was for Brandon. They needed to keep him as warm and comfortable as possible. When Annie was finished laying it on top of him, she returned to her position near his face. “Brandon?” she asked loudly, once again. “Brandon come on.” |
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| Strompy | Jul 23 2017, 12:40 AM Post #3942 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Brandon's eyes flickered open. He looked around vaguely and winced as Emily applied pressure to his arm. "Connor..." he said weakly. "He's fine, man, he's right here." Emily answered. "Ladies, this guy is going to need a stretcher. Ros take Nguyet and see if you can find a tarp." Dwight said. Two of the women took off to do just that and for a couple moments there wasn't any sign of them. A gunshot broke that silence, followed by more and the Vietnamese girl who'd gone off returned with tarp in hand. "They've seen us, some are coming back." she informed Dwight. "Damn. Okay you ladies you keep them out of here okay, we're gonna leave soon. Here, give me your man-catcher." Dwight responded. He lay the tarp down and folded it over a few times at a width to accommodate Brandon, then slid two of the man-catchers through. "Let's lift him over." he said once it was done. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Jul 23 2017, 03:55 AM Post #3943 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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When Brandon’s eyes opened, and he spoke the one word, Annie let out a short sigh of relief. A very short one. It was a good sign, but it didn’t mean he was anything close to okay. The next step was getting out of here. Dwight was making moves to accommodate that. “Be careful with him,” Annie said as she stood up and supervised the proceedings. |
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| Strompy | Jul 26 2017, 01:26 AM Post #3944 |
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Brandon groaned slightly as the others shifted him over to the stretcher. He perked up a little now that help had arrived, that came with unfortunate drawback of being aware of pain. As Dwight and Antonio moved him toward the door he reached limply back toward his severed hand. "Don't let them eat it." he begged. "Hand's gone, brother. It's just meat, you worry about the rest of you." Dwight said, hoping it was somehow consoling. Emily kept the pressure on his arm. "So this can work? Cutting off the bite?" Dwight asked again, still a little dubious. "Apparently. I didn't see it myself but the others knew a guy who got a similar bite. It works if you get to it fast enough." Emily explained. "Randall." Brandon interjected. Brandon smiled and began laughing as he thought about him. "I cut off his hand." he chuckled, probably a little too amused by the irony. "We could have saved a couple lives with that information..." Dwight lamented. The shots grow in frequency as more rotters turned their attention to the store. They moved Brandon back the way they came. "Up ahead!" Emily called out as they made their way back. A group of rotters had come in the same way they had and were now blocking the way out. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Jul 26 2017, 01:47 AM Post #3945 |
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It works if you get to it fast enough. The priest wondered how fast 'fast enough' was. He didn't bother asking, since he already knew that nobody had an exact answer. All they could do now was hope that Brandon's arm had been removed 'fast enough' to avoid the infection. Though for now, they had to make sure he survived the actual amputation. And just as Brandon was not out of the woods, neither were the rest of them. Rotters were blocking the door they had entered from earlier. It was their only way out right now. "Lovely." Antonio muttered as he looked down at Brandon, still laying in the makeshift stretcher that he was supporting one end of. |
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