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| Topic Started: Mar 9 2015, 11:45 PM (7,958 Views) | |
| Gene Hunt | Mar 9 2015, 11:45 PM Post #1 |
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*Four months have gone by since the first case broke out. Four months since their lives all turned upside down. London fell first, then Manchester afterwards. Gene'll forever be proud of that. All those posh hoity-toity Southerners, coming up 'ere, bringing their diseases! But it's nothing to laugh about, not really. The virus spreads fast, claiming every city, town and village in the country. Nowhere is safe, or so the radio says. Stay in your houses, lock the doors, don't go out for any reason. But of course that instantly sent everyone into a panic, and now the roads are clogged with abandoned and burnt out vehicles, unpassable even with Gene's extensive knowledge of the city's backstreets. They were all in the station when it went down - reports of crazed citizens biting and savaging other members of the public. News reports from London had prepared them all for what was to come, but seeing it in the flesh was another thing altogether. Mrs Peterson from the local offie, knawing on Mr Sajib's leg like a chicken drumstick, blood everywhere... They knew they'd have to put her down, but shooting at a familiar face, eyes white and mouth red, hissing and gargling coming from her throat? Nobody could have been ready for that. They did what they could with the resources the had until finally the city collapsed and chaos took over. Looting and fires, death and destruction were everywhere. People fleeing to the country, people arriving fleeing from the country, people barricading themselves indoors, camping out on rooftops... It was like something from a film. With half of the force already bitten and turned, the remaining police had no choice but to lock themselves in the station and sit it out for a while. And though he hated sitting about and waiting, Gene had to admit that the station was the best place for them to be. There were secure areas like the cells, a canteen with a mostly full larder. Enough storeys for them to watch the city and stairs for when the power finally was cut to the lift. The power switching off was part of what finally did it. The fridge and freezer warmed, ruining half of the already dwindling food supplies. Everybody had known that the station couldn't be a permanent fortress from the horrors outside, and it was now time to venture out. The running water went with the electricity, and people were needing to go out on food and water collections. That lasted a couple more weeks until finally the lack of supplies began to turn people on each other. Then they hear the battery operated radio crackle. Salvation, a fortified camp up north. Only a few hours drive on a clear motorway, but with no vehicle it'd take weeks to walk it. More, considering the slow and cautious pace they'd have to take. But with supplies running low and morale at breaking point, it was a risk they'd have to take. Appointing himself leader (as if anyone would have objected) and Sam as second on command, Gene posed an ultimatum. Anyone who wanted to fight for a chance to survive could join him. Anyone who wanted to waste away in this godforsaken building could starve to death on their own. What was left of CID and a few other officers accepted, filling their police rucksacks with as much bottled water and canned food as they could reasonably take from the others, guns - lots of guns, and set off, bound for the various shops they needed things from. Pop up tents, knives, more weapons, toothpaste, matches... Anything of use. A few fell during the mission, but mostly the run was a success, lasting a few days with them using a shop as a Base. And now, Gene walks next to Sam as they navigate their way through yet another car-obstructed road. They're out of Manchester now, but the shelter is still weeks away. Progress has been slow. Humans have turned out to be just as dangerous as the bloody zombies so far - ambushing anyone they could for supplies. Vince was bitten on the leg not far out of the city. It took 12 hours for the fever to finally finish him off, and then another whole five minutes for Gene to pull himself together enough to strike the final blow. He won't have one of his own walking around like one of those monsters. With their slowly diminishing group in tow, they keep walking. Night'll be setting in soon... Two hours or so and it'll be dark. Gene turns to Sam, chin peppered with stubble and dirt smudged on his face, voice rough with the effort of keeping his legs moving* S'gonna get dark soon... Should try to find somewhere to sleep. *looks past his partner at the dark abandoned houses on one side of the street, focusing on the one at the end - more windows for escape routes that way. * Think Mr and Mrs Undead'll mind if we squat for the night? |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 6 2016, 10:56 PM Post #901 |
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*Oh shit! Gene's still on his feet as Sam rushes off. The sudden panic that grips him is uncontrollable - Sam's rushing off on his own! They never split up unless agreed for strategic purposes! That was the plan, that was always the plan. And now Sam's running away. What if this is intentional? If Sam thinks he's crossed a line and that Gene'd be better off on his own or some nonsense?? Without thinking, Gene steps after Sam, full weight straight onto his bad leg. Suddenly Gene's against the wall, clinging on to stop himself from falling - and all he can do is collapse onto the sofa and ride it through, heart hammering with fear over where Sam's gone. Luckily after a minute Sam's shape appears back in the doorway - but Christ does he look a mess. Pale, sweaty... God, what's happening to him? Leaning forward and taking in the way Sam doesn't quite go to sit next to him, Gene reaches out a hand. * Jesus Christ... What the bloody hell was that!? |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 6 2016, 11:10 PM Post #902 |
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*Sam raises his gaze when Gene talks, his eyes lingering on the extended hand. Gene really still wants him close. He's still... still reaching out... Sam's eyes threaten to fill with tears again as he looks at Gene's face, the realisation hitting him full force. What has he done to deserve something - someone - like this? His heart feels like it might shatter any moment from the guilt, grief, and painful gratitude. After what seems like an eternity, Sam finally moves, approaching the sofa hesitantly and sitting down slowly, perching awkwardly on the edge. He still feels dizzy and so incredibly exhausted, and the headache is still there... and now that the nausea's died down, he doesn't have an excuse anymore for not saying anything. He drags a hand down his face before hunching over, burying his face in his hands entirely and taking a shaky breath, releasing it slowly. How does he even put into words what happened?* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 6 2016, 11:19 PM Post #903 |
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*Gene grabs hold of Sam's arm as soon as he's close enough, making sure that he sits down and stays there. But as Sam gets closer Gene can see that sheet white pallor that he's seen before - the dampness around Sam's mouth and eyes that tells exactly what happened. Sam's been sick. That in itself sets new alarm bells ringing for Gene - he needs to make sure Sam stays hydrated now - refills his stomach. And the only thing he can think of that's causing all this gives him chills - the bite. He's going to just have to come out and say it.* .... S'this 'cos of the bite...? |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 6 2016, 11:29 PM Post #904 |
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*Sam doesn't resist when Gene grabs his arm, but at his words he tenses up. That's it, isn't it. Gene has just put something in words that Sam hadn't consciously contemplated - but now, in hindsight, it all makes sense. That rage that kept surfacing whenever adrenaline started pumping through his body... That intense anger he felt whenever Gene was in danger... And even now, the only thing Sam really and honestly regrets, is that he attacked Gene the way he did. The two men? And before that, the cannibals? Sam knows that what he did was horrendous, but that's all it is - knowledge. He doesn't feel real remorse over those deaths. And that thought alone should be letting his blood run cold. Aware that he's been silent for a while now, Sam lowers his hands, though he can't bring himself to look at Gene. He opens his mouth, but it takes a few seconds to find his voice. Haltingly, his voice cracked and thick* ... I... Don't know. *his shoulders sag slightly* ... But it's... It's the only explanation. |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 6 2016, 11:32 PM Post #905 |
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*mouth forming a grim line, Gene looks down at the floor too. That means there's some lingering part of the infection there, dormant and influencing him... Or maybe the fever changed Sam's brain somehow. Whatever it is, it isn't good. Dreading Sam's answer, Gene grates out his next question.* Is it getting worse? |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 6 2016, 11:40 PM Post #906 |
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N-no, I... *Sam takes another breath, trying to sort out his thoughts. This is difficult to talk about - it feels like something Sam shouldn't have to mention, something he feels defensive about even - what if this leads to Gene rejecting him...?! But they're everything they have left in this world. Sam can't be dishonest now.* ... It's not... I don't feel... ill. Or weak. I, uhm. *Sam frowns down at the dirty floor.* ...There's just this... Anger. Buried somewhere deep... Deep down. And whenever there's... Danger... *Without even noticing what he's doing, Sam balls his hands into tight fists.* ... Whenever you are in danger, I just... I can't let anything happen to you. I can't let anyone hurt you... I... *He trails off again, knowing full well that in the end, it was Sam himself who ended up being the biggest threat to Gene earlier.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 7 2016, 12:02 AM Post #907 |
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*Gene listens carefully and quietly, digesting what Sam says and what also Sam doesn't say. He doesn't feel ill, so it's unlikely the virus has come back to take him again... But the anger is worrying... It sounds as though a piece of Sam almost started to change when the infection hit. Like he started to turn and then stopped, but a piece of him stayed changed. But it is what it is. They're just going to have to find a way to work around this... Otherwise it could land Sam in even more danger.* Hmmh.... ..... You're gonna have to try and control it. Turn it to your advantage. But you're going to have to find a way to contain it. You can't be going all Jekyll and Hyde on me every five minutes. It... It could get you killed. |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 7 2016, 12:09 AM Post #908 |
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*Sam remains silent for a good few seconds, not moving at all. What Gene is saying makes sense, of course. Up until now, Sam wasn't even fully aware of what was going on - there was a sense of wrongness, but overall he just accepted this bone-deep fury as something that was part of him. And... In a way, it is a part of him now, isn't it. And Christ, Gene being so calm about it lifts some of the crushing guilt... But at the same time, it fills Sam with shame. That they're even having to have this conversation. Sam's shoulders slump again, and he nods, letting his head hang low. His voice is nothing more than a tired whisper at this point.* ... I know. *after a short pause, and even quieter* ... All I wanted was to protect you. |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 8 2016, 12:05 AM Post #909 |
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*Sam just wanted to protect him. Of course that's what it was... Gene sighs, wrapping his arm around Sam's shoulders and squeezing.* Feeling's mutual. And I can't protect you if you're going all feral jackrabbit every time someone points a weapon at us. *he's careful to keep his tone level and gentle - this isn't a telling off, not now that he knows what's going on. But he needs Sam to understand.* We have each other's backs. I've got you covered. |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 8 2016, 12:18 AM Post #910 |
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*Sam tenses as Gene wraps his arm around him, but after a moment he slumps again, leaning into the touch. No matter how unworthy of it he feels, right now he needs it. His partner's steadying presence, the calm words. Sam nods, not having the energy to point out that Gene can barely stand on his own. Sam still has to look after the both of them, make sure they survive, make sure Gene's wound heals up properly... But he can't say all that now, not with his head throbbing and his limbs feeling like lead. Something tells him that this is to do with how much adrenaline he was on earlier - this must he some horrible comedown from an adrenaline induced high. So instead of insisting on his responsibility, Sam murmurs tired, more to himself than to Gene* ... I don't deserve you... |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 9 2016, 11:21 PM Post #911 |
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*Gene snorts at this, giving Sam's arm a jovial squeeze.* Oh shut up. You deserve what you get, and right now that's me hanging off of you like a sack of spuds for miles on end. If you ask me, you've got the raw deal here. |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 9 2016, 11:30 PM Post #912 |
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*Under any other circumstances, Sam would probably have laughed and found some comfort in Gene's words, the fact that he doesn't seem to perturbed anymore by what happened. However, Sam can still feel it - the sensation of his fingers wrapped around Gene's neck, soft and vulnerable, and Gene's pulse beating away madly... Sam inhales shakily, pushing away from Gene's embrace slightly to look him in the eye.* *his voice still cracked and rough* ... I almost killed you. How - how can you still...! *Sam breaks off, his throat becoming too tight to get the words out.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 9 2016, 11:40 PM Post #913 |
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*frowning as Sam pushes away and looks straight at him, Gene digests Sam's statement, trying to come up with an answer. But really there isn't one. Yes, Sam snapped. And yes, Sam attacked him. But Sam wasn't alone. He was there to help try and get through to him. And if Sam's urge to protect him really is that strong... His tone is more serious as he replies.* But you didn't. I'm focusing on that part. *in an attempt to lighten the mood again, Gene raises an eyebrow.* Besides, it seems to be a habit with you, doesn't it. What with you pullin' a gun on me in the middle of a woodland chase and all that. But we're both still 'ere, aren't we. S' just one more for the tally!! |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 10 2016, 12:03 AM Post #914 |
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... *Sam's chest tightens painfully. Somehow, Gene's words don't make him feel more at ease. God, he should be happy that Gene is still here, still willing to stick with him... But the way he's talking now, it sounds like he isn't taking this as seriously as he should. The more Sam thinks about it, the more he realises that he's pretty much a ticking time bomb. Who knows when he'll get too riled up again? Who knows how far he'll go next time? It doesn't bear thinking about, but Sam knows that he has to, for both their sakes. He doesn't answer Gene, instead turning away and staring at the carpet for a moment, before pushing himself up to his feet with some difficulty. They need to get ready for the night - so Sam makes his way over to the windows and draws the curtains, ensuring that they won't be spotted too easily from outside. Normally they'd sleep upstairs, but neither of them are in any condition to brave the stairs. Even walking around the room and closing the curtains leaves Sam horribly dizzy, and he stumbles in the dark trying to get back to the sofa, just about catching himself. With a muttered curse Sam lowers himself down again, not initiating contact with Gene.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 11 2016, 12:13 AM Post #915 |
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*Gene knows his jokes fallen flat as soon as it's out of his mouth. Sam's not looking at him, then getting up and moving about, stumbling in the dark as he potters about. And then Sam sits back down, completely ignoring the fact that Gene's even there. Dammit. With a deep sigh, Gene leans back against the cushions and leans his head back. They're both exhausted. Really nothing's going to sort this except a good night's sleep and a bit of time.* You should get some food down you. And water. Since I assume what was left of your lunch is now on the grass outside? |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 11 2016, 07:41 AM Post #916 |
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*Sam gives a grunt, reaching up to rub at his eyes. He knows Gene is right, but at the same time he instinctively knows that if he tries to eat or drink something now, he won't be able to keep it down. Throwing up earlier has drained the last of his energy... So Sam mutters quietly* ... in a minute. *Because he knows that, in a minute, he'll be unconscious. Sam can feel his eyes closing already, leaden exhaustion dragging him down. He won't be able to keep watch tonight, will he... With the last of his conscious will, Sam leans down and rummages through his backpack, coming up back up with his torch. He places it on the sofa between them, nudging against Gene's thigh. He wants to tell Gene to be careful, to wake him if anything happens... ... but the vertigo intensifies, dragging Sam's eyes closed. A few seconds later, he's out cold.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 12 2016, 10:45 PM Post #917 |
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*Gene glances at Sam as he feels the torch against his thigh, but by the time he's really registered the fact that he's the one in charge of it, Sam's asleep. No doubt Sam was tired, but God. He must have been utterly drained. Hopefully in the morning he'll have recovered enough to move on. Both physically and mentally. Because if he's still scared of touching Gene they're not going to get very far. With a worried sigh, Gene takes the torch into his lap and relaxes as best as he can. He's exhausted too, but he'll keep watch for a bit. Make sure Sam isn't going to have any nightmares.... * |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 13 2016, 06:40 PM Post #918 |
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*Luckily for them both, Sam doesn't have any nightmares. Not this night. He sleeps the sleep of the dead, completely unconscious. Which means that when he wakes up early the next morning, roused by some noise outside, he feels like he hasn't slept at all. His head feels fuzzy and light, and his mouth tastes absolutely terrible. Sam sits up with a groan, squeezing his eyes together and pressing his fingers against them. If he didn't know any better, he'd say he's got a hangover...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 13 2016, 06:48 PM Post #919 |
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*Gene's already awake once Sam rouses - he's managed to grab a few hours at least - not as many as he needs, but he was worried about Sam. If he'd started to feel sick again or something else, Gene needed to be ready. And then in the early hours, a slow cacophony of shuffling and moaning. A small hoarde passing through. Gripping the torch hard, Gene turned as best as he could and watched the silhouettes move behind the curtains, preying that Sam wouldn't wake with a scream as he has done in the past. But Sam's waking up now, and luckily he looks rested though still a bit peaky. The hoarde seems to be almost past now, just a few stragglers left, limping on behind the others - but still, Gene doesn't want to draw their attention. He leans over and taps on Sam's shoulder to get his attention, then pressing a finger against his lips.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 13 2016, 07:01 PM Post #920 |
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*Sam turns his head sluggishly as he feels Gene's hand there, a frown on his face as he takes in Gene's intense stare, the finger on his lips... What...? And then, he hears it. And freezes. A hoarde. All tiredness seems to be gone now, Sam's muscles growing tense, his senses sharpening. They must still be safe... It doesn't sound like any of the zombies are agitated... But that can change any second... Slowly, ever so slowly, Sam reaches down towards his backpack, quietly and carefully groping around for a weapon. He can't find the iron pipe, shit - but there's the knife, thank god. Sam straightens up again, just as slowly, but remains seated. Unless they're discovered, there's no need to act.... * |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 13 2016, 07:03 PM Post #921 |
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*Gene watches, tense as Sam moves. But he's only going for the knife, thank God. He's not getting up. With a hushed whisper, Gene nods towards the window.* You've missed the party. How're you feeling? Alive yet? |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 13 2016, 07:16 PM Post #922 |
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*Sam glances at Gene, then over to the window. All he can see are shadows moving behind the curtains... Thank god he remembered to close those last night. Gripping the knife tightly, Sam lowers his gaze, trying to think of an honest answer. Does he feel alive?* *quietly*... Not really. Feels like the worst hangover I've ever had. |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 13 2016, 07:21 PM Post #923 |
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*Gene huffs a quiet laugh. * You should be so lucky. Haven't had a drop of booze in weeks. Get something down your gob. Water too - you're gonna be as dry as an old sponge after last night. |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 13 2016, 07:33 PM Post #924 |
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*Unlike last night, Sam completely agrees - he needs to drink. So he starts rummaging through his bag again, quickly coming up with the bottle of water. However, he pauses after unscrewing the lid - he needs to drink slowly, or he'll be in trouble. So Sam does his best to take sip after sip - but christ, the cool liquid going down his throat feels so good. It takes conscious effort to put the bottle down after a few gulps, and Sam shakily wipes his sleeve across his mouth. It's only then that he remembers to ask* ... How're you feeling? How's the... *Sam glances over at Gene - at his throat. There they are... The bruises. In the light of day, Sam can see them. The sight makes Sam's stomach twist all over again.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 13 2016, 07:37 PM Post #925 |
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*Sam's drinking. That's good. A relief. But then Sam's eyes catch on Gene's neck, and suddenly he doesn't feel so relieved any more. He swallows and raises a hand to turn up his collar, hiding the bruises from sight. He doesn't want Sam to focus on them any more. What's done is done. It'll heal.* Once they've pissed off we'll be moving, I assume. Should be easy enough to navigate round them in daylight... |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 13 2016, 07:51 PM Post #926 |
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*Gene doesn't answer his question. Sam grips his teeth, looks away and off to the ground. Gene doesn't want to talk about it... Which must mean that he doesn't begrudge Sam... But why does that make him feel so uncomfortable...?! Without looking at Gene, Sam mutters* ... What about your leg? |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 13 2016, 10:15 PM Post #927 |
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*his leg... Now that's another matter. Last night's events haven't caused much damage to his throat really - just a bit of bruising. But falling down definitely didn't help his leg, and then having to crawl across the room... He must have pulled on something that was healing, or aggravated the muscle or something. Maybe all of that combined with being kept up half the night by the hoarde outside is causing the pain to worsen. It's only temporary, he's sure - he's healed up this far, he'll heal again. They'll just have to take it slowly for a day or so... Gene shrugs dismissively and turns to take another look at the curtain. It seems like things have quietened down.* Hunky dory, Dorothy. Probably needs a stretch, that's all. |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 13 2016, 10:20 PM Post #928 |
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... *Sam isn't convinced. He doesn't know what exactly happened, but he realises that Gene had to exert a lot of energy to get over to Sam, to pull him out of that panic attack. That can't have been good. He'll definitely have to have a look at it... It's time to change the bandages anyway, check on the stitches... So it's back to their usual routine, then. As much as Sam hates himself for what happened, despises what he seems to have become... Gene's life is more important. Without Sam, Gene is good as dead.* ...alright. |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 13 2016, 10:36 PM Post #929 |
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*the journey on from their temporary refuge is slow and tiring. The area they move through has been scavenged bare. The shops all have smashed windows and empty shelves, nothing at all that they can take. And with the pitiful amount of water they have left now, that's a very bad sign. There's no rain to catch, either. Nothing to keep their fluids up at all. Days they walk, the situation getting more and more desperate. Thirst starts to become a serious issue, lack of energy and demoralisation as well. Gene's leg doesn't seem to want to improve, either - his lack of energy and hydration preventing him from compensating for the muscle weakness on that side. But still, on they limp. They have to keep going. They must be close now... Close to shelter... It was supposed to be around here somewhere... Somewhere... They cross another wood, the final one on the map, according to Sam's memory. Like zombies themselves they trudge on, closer closer... And Gene's leg starts to itch again... Starts to begin feeling hot again... His head starts to swim, his mind fogging. As they reach the outskirts of the wood, he can't keep going any more. There's a fever brewing, he knows what that feels like. And out in the open, no water or hope... It feels like a death sentence all over again. And you can only escape those so many times. He can't tell Sam, though.... He can't let him know... It'll kill him too... But then he can't feel his legs any more, and the world turns sideways. His grip on Sam turns slack and he falls.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 13 2016, 10:49 PM Post #930 |
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*They're close. So close. They have to be. Sam tells himself over and over, with every laboured step he takes, dragging both himself and Gene further on. They've only been lucky in the regard that they managed to avoid major confrontations. No chance of being hurt, and no chance of Sam losing control again. In every other regard, it looks like everything has conspired against them. Sam has been making sure that Gene is getting the bigger of their water rations, which hasn't helped. And still Gene has been deteriorating. They ran out of bandages two days ago. And now, as Sam carefully navigates them across a particularly nasty root sticking out of the ground, he can feel Gene growing even heavier than usual. God, he can't keep this up, he needs a break... just a short one...!* ... hey-- *Sam doesn't get an further than that - Gene's grip lets up, his sliding off. Reflexively and with a startled shout, Sam grabs him more tightly, but it's no use, Gene's let go completely, he--* Gene?! *Sam has no choice but to lower him down to the ground, his heart starting to beat hard and fast.* Gene, what--! *He quickly presses his hand against Gene's forehead.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 13 2016, 11:02 PM Post #931 |
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*he's on the floor isn't he... He must be, he can see the treetops and the sky. And Sam's face suddenly. Then his wrist. His hand must be against Gene's forehead. Something feels cool up there... Must be it. Blinking, Gene looks up at Sam's face and grimaces apologetically. His voice is shaky as he replies, both with fever and with emotion.* .... Shit.... Thought I could do it... |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 13 2016, 11:22 PM Post #932 |
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!!!! *Shit. SHIT. It's a fever. Gene's been deteriorating and he hasn't told Sam, and now--!! Eyes wide and betraying the hurt, shock and terror raging through Sam, he shifts his attention down to Gene's leg, and-- The bandages are stained. Not with blood, but some other liquid. Oh god. Sam looks back at Gene, pale with horror. How did he not realize--?!??* Don't you dare. You utter bastard, don't you do this to me. *Sam's voice is shaking as well. They don't have bandages, they don't have enough water, they're out in the wild with not shelter in sight-- This can't be it...!!! * We're so bloody close, don't you, don't you dare...!! *in stark contrasts to his words, Sam's hand is now pressed against Gene's cheek, cradling it.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 13 2016, 11:27 PM Post #933 |
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*Gene swallows, a sad smile twitching at the edges of his mouth. He tried so hard... He almost made it. And Sam's tried so hard to keep him alive... He's so sorry he wasn't strong enough.* Think... Think it might be out of my hands, Sammy Boy... |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 13 2016, 11:40 PM Post #934 |
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*Oh God, that smile. No, this can't be happening. Not after everything they've gone through, not after they tried so hard to find the Haven.* D-Don't be stupid. You're the Gene Genie, you- you can do this. Just. Stay with me. *Sam's head snaps up, and he scans their surroundings desperately, trying to see if there's any indication of civilisation, a hut maybe, something, anything at all...! Because he can't leave Gene, not when he's like this... He needs to get him some place dry, but moving him might be dangerous.... God, what does he do...?!??!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 13 2016, 11:48 PM Post #935 |
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*stay.... No, no, that won't work. Staying isn't going to help. Sam can't just sit out in the open with him... He's a sitting duck. Sam needs to keep moving. Keep going. Do what they set out to do. Suppressing a shiver, Gene shakes his head.* Don't think I can move, Sam. |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 13 2016, 11:52 PM Post #936 |
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*Sam gives a shakey laugh, knowing that Gene will want him to keep going, without him - and there is no way in hell that this will ever happen.* So? We'll, I'll work something out. We'll take a break, wait til you feel better, then move on. *It sounds ridiculous to his own ears, but Sam doesn't care. If there's a brook somewhere further ahead he could get some water...! But that would mean leaving Gene's side and he can't... He can't do that...!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 13 2016, 11:58 PM Post #937 |
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*Gene shakes his head again, eyes closing. It hurts. His leg hurts, his body hurts and his heart hurts. Sam's going to have to carry on without him. There's no strength left. He's got nothing. There aren't any more injections Sam can give him. He's dehydrated and hungry, fevered and exhausted, and it feels as though he can't even tell which way is up any more.* M'not... M'not getting better this time, Sam... Y'need to go. Find... Find what we've come all this way for... |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 14 2016, 12:05 AM Post #938 |
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No. *Sam shakes his head, angrily and desperately. He can't, not on his own.* No. I won't. I won't leave you. *His eyes are filling tears, but he scrubs them away angrily.* You- you didn't leave either. *Both his hands are on Gene's face now - so hot, his skin sickly white save for red splotches of colour on his cheeks and forehead. It can't end like this. Not after everything.* *with a shaking, choked-off voice* Don't you dare order me around now. |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 14 2016, 04:59 PM Post #939 |
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*Gene smiles again, eyes still closed.* I'm still your DCI 'f you 'adn't noticed.... *pauses and then sighs, dropping the jokes for a moment.* This 's diff'rent. An' you know it. You can still go on... |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 14 2016, 05:08 PM Post #940 |
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*God, he's serious. But Sam won't do it. There's no way he'll just leave Gene behind...!!* No. No. I won't. I'm not leaving you. *his thumb starts stroking over Gene's cheek.* Look at me. Please, just... Look at me... *After what happened a few days ago, Sam had tried to keep his distance again, as much as it was possible, and now he regrets it. If he had known... God, how could he have missed the signs. He should've been there for Gene more. He should've helped sooner, not let Gene get away with hiding the fact that he was deteriorating....!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 14 2016, 05:12 PM Post #941 |
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*With effort, Gene opens his eyes and focuses on Sam's face. But his head is spinning, his body tired. His eyes can't stay open for long. Off to the side, a twig snaps. Just a woodland noise or something else...? * |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 14 2016, 05:16 PM Post #942 |
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*Sam's eyes widen slightly when Gene forces his open, and he opens his mouth to say just how sorry he is-- But then, he hears that twig snap, and Sam turns his head sharply in the direction of the sound. What--?! If this is a zombie, then--!!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 14 2016, 05:23 PM Post #943 |
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*from the direction of the twig snap, there's suddenly a loud shout. A flash of movement. And then just at the edge of the clearing, three men all in camouflage. Three men carrying large guns - the kind you'd see in a war. All three muzzles aimed at Sam. "FREEZE!! Hands up, NOW!"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 14 2016, 05:38 PM Post #944 |
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*Sam was just about to reach into his backpack for his knife when the men show up. The sight makes Sam freeze indeed. These men are completely different from anyone they encountered since this whole mess started so many months ago. These men are well-fed, well-organized and well-armed. The implications of these facts make Sam's heart race. He stays where he is, kneeling next to Gene, and slowly raises his hands, trying to blink away the tears that are still in his eyes.* ... Please don't shoot. *Sam's voice doesn't sound calm so much as resigned, tired and pleading, and still shakey from the despair over Gene coursing through him.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 16 2016, 12:34 AM Post #945 |
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*The men swarm around Sam and Gene, surrounding them in a triangle formation, guns pointed inwards. From what they can see it looks as though the smaller man is clear. No member of the undead could follow an order. The man on the ground though, that's a different matter. One of the men jeans his head to the side, gesturing to Sam. "Get up. Slowly. Move away from the body. Now."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 16 2016, 10:09 AM Post #946 |
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*Sam follows the men's movements with his eyes as best as he can - if he moves too much, it could antagonize them... God, staring down the muzzle of a gun never gets any easier, especially when it's a military brand like this one. One wrong move, and they both could end up dead. And Sam can't let that happen - not when this might be their one, their last chance to survive...!! But then, that man's words. Sam can feel it, a dam inside him cracking, the hot sensation of anger bubbling up. Unlike the other times, however, it sends a rush of panic through him too. If he loses his cool now....!! Reflexively, Sam lowers one hand, placing it on Gene's shoulder, wide eyes fixed on the guy who spoke.* No! Please, listen -- *he swallows, desperately trying to keep his emotions under control, to keep the tremor out of his voice (but not quite succeeding)* -- he's not - he's not bitten. He was stabbed over a week ago and now the wound is infected. *Sam nods at Gene's leg* He... he needs help. Please. *They both need help - they're both hungry and dehydrated, but Gene needs it more urgently... God, if he can just make them see, make them understand...!!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 17 2016, 12:56 AM Post #947 |
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*the men pause, trying to work out what to make of Sam's story. It's not impossible that this man was stabbed, but they've been fooled before. Bandaged wounds can be disguised. The leader jabs the gun in Sam's direction. "I won't ask again! And keep those hands up!!"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 17 2016, 08:43 AM Post #948 |
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*Shit - no no no no no...! Sam keeps his hand on Gene's shoulder, gripping it even tighter, while he still holds the other one up* For God's sake man, please - *He can't deal with this anymore - Gene isn't saying anything, isn't even giving a sign of life, and these men don't believe him... it can't end like this. There's more than just a tremor in his voice now as Sam pleads* Look, there's a-a knife in my bag. I-I'll remove the bandages and you can see f-for yourselves. |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 19 2016, 01:07 AM Post #949 |
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*the men look at each other, wary. "You reach for a knife, we'll shoot. We've seen that trick before." Another pause. "Step away and we'll take a look."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 19 2016, 09:48 AM Post #950 |
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*Sam stares at them, heart hammering away in his chest. Step away... God, no, he can't leave Gene, he can't let go of him...! The protectiveness crashes through him like a wave, and for one split second there's the urge to just throw himself at these men, no matter the consequences. But then, Sam takes a deep breath, forcing all of that down. It takes a considerable amount of self-restrain, and although everything inside him is screaming not to do it, not to let go, Sam finally releases his grip on Gene's shoulder. His eyes still fixed on the men, occasionally flitting down to glance at their rifles, Sam slowly gets up, his hands at shoulder level. Now that he's stood up he can feel the full force of his exhaustion again; tremors are running through him with the effort of keeping himself upright. Still, he manages to take a couple of steps back without stumbling. Exhaustion clear in his voice, Sam says* ... please, be careful with 'im. |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 19 2016, 10:07 PM Post #951 |
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*the men watch Sam carefully, waiting for him to step away before moving. One of them pulls on a pair of black gloves, shouldering his rifle and moving towards Gene. Methodically he pulls out a knife of his own and starts sawing away at the stained bandage around Gene's leg. Another of the men walks towards Sam, gesturing with his gun. "hands up high. You got any weapons on you?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 19 2016, 10:15 PM Post #952 |
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*Despite the man close to him, aiming his gun at him, Sam can't help but to keep glancing down at Gene - and shit, shit, seeing that other guy start to cut off the bandages, it's almost enough to make him forget about their safety and tackle him to the ground. Nobody should touch Gene, least of all like that-- but no, these people can help, they can save Gene, save them both... He has to... keep control...!! So Sam grits his teeth and shakes his head, needing a moment before being able to force out the words, his eyes flitting up to meet the man's gaze.* No. Just the knife, in my bag. ... are you lot part of a bigger base? *He thinks he already knows the answer... but he needs confirmation. If this is it... if they've finally, after all these months, made it....!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 20 2016, 11:15 PM Post #953 |
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*quickly but thoroughly, the man pats Sam down, searching him for weapons - Sam's denied having any, so if he comes across a concealed gun or something he won't be happy! "I'm asking the questions. If you answer them right then it'll be your turn." He nods over to where the second man is still unwrapping Gene's leg. "Who are you two, and what's your purpose for being out here?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 21 2016, 08:38 AM Post #954 |
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*Sam has no choice but to let the man pat him down - luckily he was telling the truth...! He'd not been able to stock up again after the cannibals had captured them, so the knife in his bag was the last weapon he had left... However, the man's words and tone dampen Sam's budding hope. They're so hostile... And he hasn't even told them about his own bite yet... ... He'll keep stumm about that for a while longer. If he says something now, they'll shoot him. Sam swallows before speaking. He needs to be honest now. * ... Sam Tyler and Gene Hunt. We were police down in Manchester. When the city fell we came up here because we'd heard there was a safe place up near Durham. |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 21 2016, 11:54 PM Post #955 |
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*the man twitches slightly at that story - it seems familiar. He looks Sam dead in the eyes for a moment, but is quickly distracted by his colleague calling from beside Gene, the wound exposed to the air once more. "Rob? Doesn't look like teeth... S'been sewn shut though, s'hard to tell..." Rob turns from his friend back to Sam, looking for an explanation.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 22 2016, 08:25 AM Post #956 |
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*Sam returns Rob's stare in kind, but then he as well is distracted by the other man's words. Oh god, just how suspicious are these people?! Emotions and urges raging through him, Sam can't keep exasperation and a hint of aggression out of his voice, although he tries hard* He was gonna bleed to death! There were-- cannibals, a week or so south west from here. They stabbed him to keep him from running, but a hoarde attacked before they could do the same to me. I did what I could with the stitches, but I'm not a ruddy doctor! *No, you left the doctor to turn and then you killed him. Sam pushes that thought to the back of his mind quickly.* Edited by Sam Tyler, Mar 22 2016, 09:39 PM.
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 23 2016, 12:20 AM Post #957 |
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*Rob considers this for a moment, exchanging a concerned glance with his colleague. Cannibals. That's a new one. But Sam seems sincere, even under the harsh questioning. Interesting... Rob gives Sam one more look up and down, ignoring the clack of the third man's gun as he takes a step back, barrel still aimed at Sam. "Okay. So stitching clearly isn't a talent of yours. You got any skills?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 23 2016, 08:46 AM Post #958 |
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*What?! Sam's hands curl into tight fists as disbelief and anger well up inside him. What is this, a job interview?! What's that got to do with saving Gene's life....!! He's got himself barely under control as it is, and if Rob keeps badgering him like that...! His caution slips, some of Sam's irritation showing as he snaps back* Listen, mate, we've survived since the outbreak and made it up here in one piece, just the two of us. That requires skill, doesn't it?! Now please, just--!! *Sam breaks off, taking a deep breath in an attempt to regain control over himself* ... Tell me you can help him. He's... He's all I've got left in this world. *There's a crack in Sam's voice as he finishes, his temper having died down as quickly as it flared up.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 24 2016, 12:01 AM Post #959 |
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*Rob narrows his eyes slightly, gaze baring into Sam. The answer wasn't quite what he was expecting, but it gets the point across. Though they're in a bit of a sorry state now, they must have been good enough if they managed to get this far. He looks across at his colleague now stood by Gene, who gives an 'it's up to you' kind of shrug. Finally, he sighs. "Alright, fair enough. We'll take you back with us. Get your friend looked at." He hardens his look again for a moment. "But let me tell you, either of you so much as think about pulling some kind of stunt and you won't be able to blink before there's a bullet in you. We clear?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 24 2016, 11:30 AM Post #960 |
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*Oh thank god. Relief floods through Sam and makes his knees go weak for a moment. If these people were cannibals they'd have treated them differently, as Sam knows from experience. So that means they're safe. It means they're going to help Gene... He's going to be okay. Sam is so relieved that he doesn't even rise to Rob's threat, just nodding to signal his understanding.* ... Thank you. *after a beat* Can I put my hands down? *He needs to get over there to Gene, see how he's holding up... Tell him it's going to be okay...!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 25 2016, 12:15 AM Post #961 |
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*Rob nods, waving at his colleague to lower his rifle. *Okay. But remember what I said. We'll be watching." He turns to the man standing over Gene. "We'd better get that one back to Base asap."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 25 2016, 10:43 AM Post #962 |
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*Finally. Jesus Christ, finally. Hardly able to believe their luck, Sam nods again - unless they start threatening Gene again, he has no reason to turn against these people again. And with how the relief has left him slightly dizzy, he knows he wouldn't be able to do much anyway... The man next to Gene kneels down again, beckoning to the third man. "C'mon, give me a hand 'ere." They'll have to carry him by his legs and shoulders... The wound looks nasty, so it's bound to hurt, but hopefully that's going to keep the bloke away from the planet of the Clangers for now... Positioning themselves, the two men lift Gene up between them as carefully as they can. Sam can't help himself, he moves over to them and leans over Gene, putting a hand on his cheek. Is he even conscious still...?* Gene - it's going to be okay, you hear me? You'll be - you'll be okay. |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 27 2016, 12:36 AM Post #963 |
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*Though Gene's barely conscious, the movement makes him wince. Sam's words only make it through in pieces - hot and disorientated, Gene has no idea what's happening. While he was laying on the ground he felt as though he was swaying already, so the fact that he's now hanging between two people and seemingly floating through the air, the sensation is even more confusing. Rob positions himself behind Sam, making a point of watching him. Should Sam make any move, he's ready. That reminds him. He reaches behind him and pulls out a water bottle. "If you need a swig, go ahead. If you pass out we don't have enough hands to carry you."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 27 2016, 06:15 AM Post #964 |
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*Shit, Gene isn't responding, his skin hot and clammy to the touch... Sam thought he could see a flutter of his eyelids, but then the two men start moving, and Sam's hand slides away from his partner's cheek. It takes a lot of self control to keep his emotions at bay, though there probably is a tell-tale glimmer in his eyes as he turns to Rob, wordlessly staring at the bottle for a moment. However, he snaps back into reality and nods gratefully - god yes, he needs water... * Cheers. *He takes the bottle and unscrews it carefully, pausing again before drinking - he needs to do this slowly. With all the restraint he can muster, Sam takes several small swigs before putting the lid back on and handing it back to Rob. They're on the move now. Hopefully towards a proper safe place... Which reminds Sam.* Are you going to answer my question now? Where are we going? Edited by Sam Tyler, Mar 27 2016, 06:16 AM.
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 27 2016, 11:48 PM Post #965 |
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*Rob takes the bottle and continues walking, giving Sam a suspicious look. "You don't need to know. All you need to know is that we're putting a lot of trust in you and your friend by letting you in. We've had more than our fair share of trojan horses." He looks at Gene again, suspicions rising once more. "Someone pretends to need help, then when your back's turned they open the gates and a bunch of rogues turn up to ransack the place." He squares his jaw. "So you'll forgive us for being cautious."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 28 2016, 09:38 AM Post #966 |
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*Sam can practically feel the suspicion radiating off Rob in waves, causing his own hackles to rise. Do Sam and Gene look like they're trojan horses...?! Sam can barely walk as it is, and Gene... But then, considering the circumstances, Sam has to admit that he would probably be just as paranoid. ... Hell, he is just as paranoid. So, again fighting to keep his emotions in check, Sam raises his hands in a placating manner.* Alright, fair cop. For what it's worth, we... All we want is to stop having to run. *Sam looks over to Gene again, his chest growing tight. Quietly, he adds* ... All I want is for him to survive. |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 30 2016, 11:07 PM Post #967 |
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*Rob looks down, watching where his feet land as they plod on through the undergrowth. "Yeah, well. We'll see. Should be able to sort him out, if he's not too far gone." He pats Sam once on the back, indicating that that's the end of the conversation. From here they'll just keep walking, carrying Gene and watching Sam for any hint of traitorous behaviour. Best not to get too attached to newbies, they know. Not when they don't know yet whether they'll be staying. It takes a while, but at last they make it out of the woods and onto a road. Around them is countryside, fields and old farmland. But there, on the hill - a little gathering of houses. A small village... And a barracks in the centre. The whole thing is surrounded by a high wall. Rob speaks to Sam as they start to approach. "Military village. Built for the families of soldiers. They used these fields for training, but now we use the empty space to watch for intruders. Or people who need rescuing." Then, just to make sure Sam knows in in case he's got any funny ideas, "We're well armed. And that wall'd take a tank to get through. Just in case you have any more less friendly mates out there in the woods."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Mar 31 2016, 06:16 AM Post #968 |
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*Sam just nods in acknowledgement, his shoulders tensing slightly at the pat. It's been so long since anyone touched him, apart from Gene of course, without hostile intentions... They continue on in silence, which suits Sam just fine. This way, he can keep an eye on Gene, although he doesn't dare get too close... He wants to, God how he wants to touch Gene, cradle his face... But the men could interpret that as hostile action. Fighting down these urges and emotionssis taking a lot out of him, so by the time they step out into the open, Sam is operating on the very last of his reserves, stumbling every now and then, his vision starting to wobble ever so slightly. Still, he raises his head when Rob speaks... And takes a sharp breath. So it was true. A military village, near Durham... That was what they had heard on the radio, so long ago. They made it... Sam tears his gaze from the wall to glance at Rob. It takes him a while to respond, but then he shakes his head, staring back at the ground before him, doing his best not to stumble too often.* We've... Been alone for... For a while now. |
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| Gene Hunt | Mar 31 2016, 11:00 PM Post #969 |
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*Rob grunts, continuing to push on towards the large gates. "if that's true you must be bloody smart. Don't find many loners out there nowadays. You're dead if you're not in a large group." A voice rings out suddenly from the top of the wall. "Stop where you are! Robert, who's with you!? Say the word and I'll shoot!" Rob raises a hand and waves, calling off the troops. "Found two stragglers - they seem trustworthy. One of 'em needs medical attention. Open the gates, we're not being followed."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 1 2016, 06:12 AM Post #970 |
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*Before Sam can answer the voice from atop the wall rings out, and he staggers to a halt, staring up. Blimey, they're careful... But it makes sense. This village has managed to keep safe throughout most, if not all of the apocalypse... There's an acknowledging shout from the wall. A few seconds later, the heavy gates begin to move, slowly opening to admit the group. Hardly able to stand upright anymore, Sam's eyes lock on Gene again. God, please don't let it be too late... Please... Sam's vision wobbles for a moment, and he presses a hand to his eyes, taking a deep breath in an attempt to ride it out,as the gate opens further and further.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 2 2016, 11:49 PM Post #971 |
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*taking their cue, the men holding Gene start forwards, carrying him towards the gate. Rob however, stands where he is for a moment, watching as Sam presses his hand to his eyes. Sam looks ready to drop... Damn, this isn't really going to plan. Two invalids... Great... But then, they were all in this position once... Everyone inside. Knackered, hungry and thirsty, arriving at the gates... He just hopes there isn't more to this. If Sam's got some sickness coming he doesn't really want to introduce it to the community... "Hey, you okay?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 3 2016, 09:30 AM Post #972 |
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*Rob's voice draws Sam's attention back to reality, and he lowers his hand, glancing over at the man. There's genuine concern there, but also... Caution. Suspicion. He's not just asking whether Sam is ok - he's asking whether Sam's state could be a threat to the village. His stomach clenches as he thinks of the bite, concealed underneath the scarf. Sam averts his eyes finally. * Dehydration. We, uhm... We ran out of water a while ago. *His voice certainly sounds the part, so he hops that Rob will buy it for now... Sam starts to follow the men who are carrying Gene. He can't let his partner out of his sight... As they step through the gates, people already start gathering to get a first look at them - the news of newcomers always travels fast. Plus, it's always a relief to see an exploration team return unharmed. * Edited by Sam Tyler, Apr 3 2016, 05:35 PM.
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 3 2016, 11:11 PM Post #973 |
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*As they step through the gates, Rob sighs at the gathering of people waiting for them. They don't even know if they'll be keeping these two yet - they need to be assessed and interviewed. But now they've been seen it'll look bad to kick them out. Soon as the blonde one's recovered enough to talk they'll have to hurry up and get them both sorted. "Alright, alright - give us some room, people! These two need air." He gestures to his colleagues. "Get that one into the infirmary, see what you can do." Then to Sam, "You'd better come get a look over too. You're looking about as healthy as a zombie's breakfast."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 4 2016, 09:21 AM Post #974 |
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*The people around them back up slightly, though they're still curious. There's murmuring and pointing, suspicious grumbling both over Gene's and Sam's states respectively. As the two men carry Gene off to the infirmary, Sam staggers a few steps forward - he needs to stay with Gene, see what they do to him, see whether his eyes will open again...! But Rob's words give him pause, and he stops to look around and at the man. Getting looked at by a doctor means... It means the bite will be discovered. If he's lucky, he'll be able to reason with whoever is examining him... Sam is about to reply, when a shocked yell interrupts him. Startled, he looks around - - and spots Chris. Sitting on the ground like he just fell onto his arse, eyes wide, and locked on him. Sam's own eyes widen. For several seconds, his mind is utterly blank, trying to cope with all the things Chris' presence in this camp implies.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 4 2016, 10:46 PM Post #975 |
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*Completely missing the connection between Sam and Chris, Rob takes Sam by the arm and pulls him forward, following the others. Chris on the other hand merely stares at Sam, mouth open and face white like he's seen a ghost. As he drags Sam past the crowd of people, Rob pipes up again. "We'll get the doctor to look at you after your mate's been sorted. Any diseases we should know about? Allergies? Anything you want to tell us?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 5 2016, 07:53 AM Post #976 |
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*Sam can't answer, his eyes still locked on Chris. People are helping him up now, and he's pointing a shaking finger at Sam, stammering, "B-bb--boss." A man close to Rob puts a hand on his shoulder to stop him, pointing over to Chris. "Rob - look. Smells like trouble." Sam doesn't even hear that, having stumbled along passively. Chris is here. Chris would never have survived on his own. That means... That means...!!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 5 2016, 11:20 PM Post #977 |
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*starting to grow concerned now, Rob grabs onto Sam's upper arm. "'Ere, you know that bloke?" Having finally found his voice, Chris stutters again. "You... You w-were bit...! How--??" Suddenly the mood changes. Robs grip increases in strength, one hand moving towards his gun. Looking to Sam for an answer, "What was that?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 6 2016, 08:47 AM Post #978 |
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*When Rob grabs his arm, Sam glances at him quickly, but Chris has his full attention a moment later. And... The budding relief, joy even that Sam felt upon seeing him turns into ice cold dread within the fraction of a second. Oh God, Chris, shut up--!! The sudden pressure on his arm makes Sam wince, and as he turns back to face Rob, he can practically feel aggression radiating off the man in waves.* I-I-- *He tries to back away instinctively, needing to get some distance between himself and the increasingly dangerous mob around him, but it's no use. A lot of the people have backed up at Chris' words, but several men are closing in now, intent on helping Rob, should it be necessary. One of his colleagues points at Sam's scarf. "What's he hidin' underneath that?!" Sam barely keeps himself from reaching for his scarf - that would be a dead giveaway. He's frantically trying to come up with an explanation, an excuse to negate Chris' words, but his mind is failing him.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 6 2016, 11:08 PM Post #979 |
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*at the lack of response from Sam, Rob has no choice but to go for the scarf. If Sam really is bitten then they could have just infected the whole community. If he really is going to turn, that's all it takes - one person - and then the whole village will be doomed. "You show me what's under that scarf RIGHT now. Or I toss you and your friend back outside the gates. You got that?!" He gave Sam ample opportunity to reveal if he had any injuries! He trusted him!* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 7 2016, 06:59 AM Post #980 |
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*Shit. Shit. This isn't how Sam hoped things would go. He vividly remembers the cannibals' reaction when the bite was revealed - it doesn't look like it's going to turn out any different now, with the mob around him oozing suspicion and aggression. But he has to try... Gene's life is at stake...! His heart thudding wildly, Sam forces down the panic, forces his voice to be calm. He can't help but throw another glance over at Chris, but then his gaze locks on Rob. He's the one he has to convince... * ... It... It happened weeks ago, alright? Alm-most a month. The fever didn't kill me. *a nod over to Chris* A-ask him. *Sam's voice isn't as calm as he'd have liked, wobbling slightly with the exertion of standing upright, of trying to appear more confident than be is. But he needs Rob to understand that before he reveals the bite, because otherwise...! Knowing that he should follow Rob's order without further delay, Sam reaches up slowly, and careful removes the scarf. Exposed to air after quite a long time like this, the bite feels odd - stiff and tingly. God, please, please let them believe me...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 8 2016, 07:07 PM Post #981 |
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*Weeks!? Yeah, right! Rob huffs a breath out and takes a step back, unholstering his gun and aiming it at Sam. "A month!? Pull the other one! You lied to me! You lied to us!" There are gasps, a collective shuffle backwards. Someone's bitten! Inside the walls...! Rob shouts again. "The fever kills everyone! No way you survived that - it must be fresh!"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 8 2016, 07:20 PM Post #982 |
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*Sam's stomach drops as he sees Rob reach for his gun, and before he can say anything else, he's staring down its muzzle. He flinches back, his knees almost giving out with the shock. This is what he wanted to avoid, another panic - how on earth is he gonna make them listen now...?!* *choking before he's able to speak* Please - please, I'm telling the truth! Just--! *Sam turns his head, trying to find Chris in the crowd - but he's gone. SHIT. Nausea twisting his insides, his head spinning, Sam tries to concentrate on Rob again, locking eyes with him.* I swear, on Gene's life, I'm n-not lying. Ask him - ask Chris! Let a doctor have a look at it, i-if you won't look yourself. I-it's scabbed over... *Sam swallows, finding it increasingly hard to get his mouth and tongue to form words. God, if he collapses now.... he's good as dead.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 8 2016, 11:20 PM Post #983 |
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*Rob grits his teeth, torn. Something in his gut tells him that Sam isn't lying. Or if he is, he's a damn good actor. But whatever his gut tells him, he's got a duty to protect all these people. He can't just let Sam wander off into the community if he's going to turn. "Everyone, keep away. We're going to deal with this." He steps closer to Sam again, gun still raised. "If you're lying...!" Sam's made a fool out of him, in front of all these people. Rob's stomach clenches with anger. "If you're lying, we'll shoot you AND your mate. You've broken our trust now once already, not five minutes after walking through the door!" * |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 9 2016, 05:33 AM Post #984 |
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*Sam has to force himself to remain where he is as Rob steps closer, though he has to avert his gaze from the gun, its muzzle seeming to grow and expand until it's about to swallow him whole... And that threat...!! If I'd told y-you outside, you'd have sh...shot me r-right then and there. *His voice is definitely shaking now, but he needs to keep talking, to tell the story as it was...* When I - when I was bitten, Gene stayed behind with me while the rest of the group continued on. Chris was one of them, just ask... Ask him... A group of coppers, from Manchester... They, they'll be able to c-corroborate my story... *Sam has to break off to take a deep breath and steady himself, his vision almost giving out at this point. He can't keep standing for much longer, he's going to lose consciousness...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 9 2016, 11:18 PM Post #985 |
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*Again, Rob finds himself believing Sam. Or at least wanting to. There's something about his desperation and his story that keeps him from pulling the trigger. Frowning, he looks across to where this Chris is supposed to be - but there's nothing. Nobody there. He turns back to Sam. "You're saying there's people here who can identify you? Vouch for what happened? 'Cos you're spinning a pretty tale here, mate - but you aren't showing us any proof!"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 10 2016, 05:29 PM Post #986 |
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*Sam glances up to look Rob in the eye, but the sight of the muzzle makes him turn his head away again.* There... should be people here, yes. The one... the one who recognised me earlier. A-and... *he breaks off again growing more and more desperate* L-look, you can have a good look at it yourself. *Sam reaches up to pull his collar open a bit further, revealing the bite properly.* I-it's not healing properly, but y-you can see it's scabbed over... *From further away from the murmuring and hissing group of people, voices can be heard - "I swear Ray, I swear it's him!" "You're not makin' any sense man--!" "Come ON!" Sam can't hear them, his senses slowly shutting down, the very last of his focus remaining on Rob. The ground beneath his feet seems to be moving, and while he's still standing, Sam is starting to sway slightly, face ashen and limbs trembling. Any moment now he's knees are going to give out... but before that happens, he has to convince them... he can't die.... not now... not without having seen Gene alive and well........!!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 10 2016, 11:24 PM Post #987 |
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*Rob leans in, peering past the barrel of his gun. It does look as though it's healing... It doesn't have that fresh redness to it, the oozing translucent liquid... What the--?? From behind him there's a shout. "You've... You've got to be shittin' me!!" "See, Ray? You see 'im too, yeah??" "Bloody hell.... I don't.... I don't believe it!! Tyler!" Unwilling to look away from Sam, Rob just about hears the exchange, and it adds further fuel to his internal conflict. He shouts to the unseen pair over the noise around them. "Someone back there knows this man?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 11 2016, 11:44 AM Post #988 |
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*The shout reaches Sam as well, and as he raises his gaze, he's met with Ray's incredulous, wide eyes. It's the last thing he sees before his vision goes black. He stumbles forward a step before collapsing entirely, his body no longer able to function under this kind of strain. Behind Rob, Chris and Ray are approaching quickly, the latter swearing loudly. He comes to a halt next to the man, not quite daring to get too close to Sam. "Bloody 'ell... Yeah. Saw him get bit meself." He glances at Rob somewhat suspiciously. "You sure he's not undead? Or half dead or summat?" He still doesn't quite trust the people running this village - acting all high and mighty... * |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 11 2016, 10:34 PM Post #989 |
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*Both relieved and unnerved at Rays testimony, Rob takes a sharp, frustrated breath and lets out out slowly. "I dunno. I really dunno. This is... If it's true, it's some kind of miracle. We'll have to be extremely careful, anyway." From there, they start to formulate a plan. They need to keep Sam under observation. Maybe not at the infirmary... This is going to take some thinking about. ------------------------ Slowly, somewhere Gene has no clue about, Gene begins to surface slowly. He can't remember anything from the past hour or so - he vaguely remembers falling, but that's about it. Maybe he'll remember more once his brain feels like it's back in one piece. He tries to open his eyes, but when he does all he sees is a blurred haze of light. If he was more lucid he'd assume he was in heaven. Though in heaven surely he wouldn't have a raging headache, would he? And surely his leg wouldn't be so sore? Through the fuzz in his mind he vaguely registers the soft surface beneath him - a mattress? And there's something covering him. Something warm. What the... Feeling disorientated and nauseous, Gene tries to open his eyes again and focus.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 12 2016, 11:38 AM Post #990 |
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*Once he's able to focus, the first thing Gene will see is... Annie. Hardly able to contain her somewhat tearful smile. "Welcome back, Guv." When they'd brought Gene in earlier, Annie nearly dropped the bowl she'd been holding. She'd heard the commotion outside, people gathering, but newcomers arrived about once a week, so it wasn't too big of a deal - she'd just concentrated on getting everything ready, in case someone needed medical attention. And there he was - their Guv. Pale, feverish, with a horrible wound in his leg. She'd heard the guards say something about another guy, but her attention at that point was on Gene 100%, so she paid them no mind. What mattered was to look after Gene. Over the last few weeks that she had spent helping in the infirmary, she'd learned enough to be able to clean the stab wound and do something about the amateurish stitches. Luckily they always were well stocked on antibiotics, so in a few hours, Gene's fever should subside.... So after she had seen to the worst of it, all Annie could do was wait... wait until Gene opens his eyes... ... which he's attempting to do now. Annie wanted to make sure that she's the first thing he sees - they found him unconscious, from the look of it, so he won't know where he is... A familiar face will be the right thing to wake up to... or so she hopes.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 12 2016, 11:29 PM Post #991 |
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*That voice... He must be dreaming. There's no way he recognised it. His mind's playing tricks... He blinks sluggishly, his vision clearing just enough to make out the shape above him. And a very familiar shape it is. Mind still too foggy to realise what this means, his heart takes an impulsive leap. Annie... Jesus, is that--?? Throat dry and voice rough, Gene croaks out, not really able to filter his thoughts well enough to anticipate his own words.* ... Y'r not... Can't be real... Cartwright...? |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 13 2016, 02:57 PM Post #992 |
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*Annie lets out a shaky laugh, leaning over Gene. And she can't help it, she places one hand on his cheek, just to make sure he really understands that he isn't dreaming.* Yeah. Yeah, it's me. You made it. 'Ang on... *Her hand slides away from Gene's face as she turns around, reaching towards a small rickety table next to Gene's bed, picking up the mug filled with water and a straw sticking out of it that's waiting there. He's so dehydrated and still feverish, drinking is the most important thing right now...* 'Ere you go, drink a few sips and you'll feel much better... *She places the mug so that the straw is lightly resting against Gene's lips, to make this as easy for him as possible.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 13 2016, 11:29 PM Post #993 |
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*Gene can't believe it. He almost thinks he's dreaming. He has so many questions- where's Sam? Where the hell are they? Who else survived? Is this real? But the straw nudging his lips is too tempting to pass up. Gene's thirst his him like a truck, and he's a good two thirds down the mug before he breaks off, breathless.* Wh-Where... |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 14 2016, 05:26 AM Post #994 |
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*Annie is so glad to see Gene drink so greedily. If he feels well enough to do that, surely he'll recover soon from this wound fever... And hopefully his leg will start healing properly now... * In a safe place. Remember that village we were heading for? You made it, you caught up with us. *She keeps the mug where it is for a few seconds longer - just in case Gene wants to finish it off entirely.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 14 2016, 11:36 PM Post #995 |
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*A safe place... The village... He doesn't remember making it - he doesn't remember even seeing it. How the hell is he now inside it's walls? Unless this really is some kind of fever dream... He looks down at the straw and shakes his head, giving Annie permission to take it away. He has more pressing things to do now - more important questions. If he can get them out without slurring.* You're... You're alive? Did-- Did everyone--? Are they all--? |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 15 2016, 10:49 AM Post #996 |
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*When Gene shakes his head, Annie puts the mug back on the little table. Gene will probably want more soon, but she can't blame him for wanting to know what happened. The men who had carried him inside told her that when they found him, Gene had already been barely conscious. He must feel so disorientated... Annie nods at his stammered questions, the smile back on her lips.* Yeah, everyone's in one piece and well. We arrived about three weeks ago. *Following the map with Sam's markings made the journey relatively easy, everything considered... The thought sends a pang of pain through her. Even after his death, Sam kept looking out for them... and Gene, despite everything, made the effort to catch up to them...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 15 2016, 11:22 PM Post #997 |
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*Gene relaxes slightly, processing this information. Three weeks... They were so behind... Experimentally, he tries to move his leg - but very quickly he realises it isn't possible. The pain radiates out, up to his hip and down his shin. Still hasn't healed then, has it. Biting back a groan he sinks even further into the pillows and takes a moment to let the nerves settle. Then it's time for the really important question. * Where's... Where's Sam? *He must be nearby - the last thing he remembers is Sam hanging onto him. He can't be far.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 16 2016, 01:31 PM Post #998 |
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*Seeing Gene's failed attempt at moving his leg, Annie wants to tell him not to overdo it, that his leg will need a lot of rest, but that it's going to be okay, they did everything they could, and the head doctor here is better than anyone could ever have hoped for... But then, that question. Annie blinks, and her face falls. The fever... it must be the fever. Gene must have forgotten some things... mixed them up... God... The realisation makes tears spring to her eyes. Annie swallows against them - she can't break down now, of all times... in front of their Guv... It takes any a few seconds to find her voice, and then a few times of opening and closing her mouth again, before she gently puts her hand on top of Gene's, squeezing softly.* ... Sam's not.... he's dead, Gene. Don't you remember? *Her voice breaks a little at the end, recalling the events - the zombie leaping onto Sam, the gun in his hand, how he broke down in front of all of them... The despair in Gene's eyes... she doesn't want to see that again...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 16 2016, 11:10 PM Post #999 |
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*Gene freezes, his whole body going rigid. Sam's not dead, he was right there! In the forest with him, helping him walk! Sam lived, that's... That's the whole point of all of this... Unless... Did they not pick Sam up when they found Gene? Gene's feels the blood slowly drain from his face, his heart gripped by cold, sudden dread.* No, he's... He's alive - you - you haven't seen 'im? |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 17 2016, 06:41 PM Post #1000 |
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*What... Annie frowns, trying to work this out. It doesn't sound like Gene is confused, like he doesn't remember the whole fiasco... but then, Sam can't be alive. It's impossible. What the hell is going on...? Annie opens her mouth to speak-- -- and the door to the room flies open, Chris storming inside, completely out of breath. "Annie! It's... it's the boss... he's--!" Annie's jumped out of her chair, half turned towards Chris, eyes wide. What the hell--?!* |
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