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| Topic Started: Mar 9 2015, 11:45 PM (7,955 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 | Jul 17 2016, 11:42 PM Post #1201 |
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*Rob isn't fooled by Sam's attempts at acting. It's clear that he's sad to leave, and it makes Rob feel guilty for having to tear the two of them apart. But sadly it's necessary. Just for the moment. "Well... Tomorrow night should be the same in terms of safety. People are usually heading to bed by this time. How does tomorrow night sound?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 18 2016, 10:02 AM Post #1202 |
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*Tomorrow NIGHT? That's a whole 24 hours, during which anything could happen. Sam stares ahead as they walk out if the hospital again.* ... There's no other way? *There's bitterness in his voice, as well as resignation. There's a part of Sam that wants to argue, demand that he can see Gene for longer, and sooner... But if they want to stay here, they have to fit into the community. No matter how suspicious he still is of Rob and everyone else... He can't bring them up against him, not while Gene is in such a vulnerable position.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 19 2016, 12:09 AM Post #1203 |
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*Rob sighs as they walk, giving a little shake of his head. Sam just doesn't know how valuable he is. If anything happened to him... "I'll make sure to stop in and check on him when my shift ends. And I'll check with Annie - I'm sure she'll sit with him for a bit." It probably isn't much comfort, but it's something.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 19 2016, 04:51 AM Post #1204 |
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*... That's a no then. The fact that Annie will be checking on Gene is of little comfort at that moment. He'll be locked up in a literal cell for 24 hours, unable to do anything other than wait... Unable to know how Gene is doing... Sam can feel faint traces of anger bubbling up at the thought. He has to protect Gene, no matter what... He has to-- No. No, that won't help. Sam just nods in response to Rob, not looking at him.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 20 2016, 12:54 AM Post #1205 |
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*Rob can feel Sam pickling beside him, and he can't blame him for it. He'd be the same, he's sure. "Don't look so downhearted... I'm going to speak with the others tomorrow. We'll work out a plan. For introducing you properly into the group."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 20 2016, 02:07 PM Post #1206 |
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*There's something about the fact that Rob is trying this hard to cheer him up and out him at ease, that makes Sam sigh and straighten his back a little. Suspicions or no, Sam can't help but respond to the honesty in Roy's voice. Still, the thought of being "introduced" to the group makes his stomach clench. It's so many people... Who will all be more or less convinced that he's a menace. Taking a deliberate breath, Sam mutters, pretending to introduce himself* Hi, my name's Sam "Not A Zombie" Tyler. Pleased to meet you. *It's a poor attempt at humour, but it's all Sam is able to muster.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 20 2016, 08:27 PM Post #1207 |
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*Rob can't help a small chuckle at that. "... You might want to leave out the 'Z' word, but other than that, perfect." The fact that Sam's making jokes makes Rob feel more at ease. He's never wanted to be the hard, unfeeling soldier terrorising the innocent. The people in these walls have seen far too much of the horrors outside - inside needs to be kinder or what's the point? "I'm sure they'll all accept you in time. You have to understand that they're scared. With the bite... it's hard to blame them, you know? They just need time."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 20 2016, 08:31 PM Post #1208 |
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*Sam looks down for a moment, considering this. Rob is right, of course... If the situation was reversed, Sam would probably be wary of whoever it was who got bitten, to say the least. After a few seconds, Sam quietly says* ... I'm not blaming them. But... *he reaches up to run a hand through his shaggy hair, expression hardening again.* ... You don't know what we've been through. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 20 2016, 08:37 PM Post #1209 |
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*Rob takes a breath, sighing slowly. Of course, he couldn't ever imagine. He's heard some stories from people who are already here, but nothing like this. Not anybody surviving the fever and managing to fight off the effects of the bite. Not humans capturing and butchering other humans... it's unimaginable. "Your friend told me a bit about it. But no, I don't know."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 20 2016, 08:43 PM Post #1210 |
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*Sam glances over at Rob - Gene told him...? Well, it makes sense. Rob would have had enough time to talk to Gene while Sam was out cold... But he's admitting that he doesn't know. That he couldn't know. Something stirs within Sam as he realises what Rob really is saying. Sam remains silent for a while, needing his emotions to settle down again. Finally, he looks up and at Rob.* I'll do whatever it takes to prove I'm not a threat. All we wanted was to find a safe place... I'm not giving that up. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 21 2016, 11:19 PM Post #1211 |
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I know. And I do trust you. And your friend, though I need to get to know him better. You're both resilient and capable. People'll come to see that as an asset, in time. And with your antibodies you could even be a hero. *Rob doesn't quite realise what he's let slip - though he also doesn't realise that Gene's told Sam already.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 22 2016, 08:37 PM Post #1212 |
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*Roy's slip-up doesn't escape Sam's notice. However... It was such an obvious mistake that it makes Sam winder whether the fact that Rob hasn't told him properly from the start is because he doesn't want to overwhelm Sam. But then there's also a part of him that's deeply distrustful and putting that slip-up down to incompetence. Sam remains silent for a few moments, before speaking in an audibly guarded tone of voice* ... Is this where you tell me about my blood being the cure to the zombie virus? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 22 2016, 11:10 PM Post #1213 |
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*Rob blinks, realising what's just happened. Shit, he wasn't going to mention that yet, but... He'll have to now won't he. He'd been thinking too much, there's too much information to keep retained. ".... So your friend mentioned that, did he?" Concerned, he looks sideways at Sam. "... How would you feel about that?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 23 2016, 05:10 AM Post #1214 |
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*How would he feel about it? That's.... And odd question to ask. Sam wasn't quite prepared for that - he thought Rob would try and deflect, come up with excuse why he hadn't said anything yet. He finds that he still doesn't really have an answer for that question either. It feels unreal, to think that he might hold the key to all this... To stall for time a little, Sam asks back, still keeping his guard up* Do you really care? Or are you just asking to appease your conscience? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 23 2016, 11:29 PM Post #1215 |
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*Rob pauses a moment before answering cautiously. He needs to be honest, but also keep Sam from being scared away or pressured. "A bit of both?.... I know it's a huge thing to take on and I wouldn't blame you for being reluctant. But this could be a game changer."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 24 2016, 05:49 AM Post #1216 |
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*Sam observes Rob as the latter chooses his words with obvious caution. His answer again is strangely honest - the fact that he admits it's a bit of both... But it doesn't exactly make Sam's own decision easier. However, deep down he knows he can't say no. Not when the implications are so massive. He may be jaded, reluctant to trust anyone who isn't Gene... But he's still himself, underneath everything that's happened. He still wants to help wherever he can. After a little while, and not looking at Rob, Sam says* ... If I agree to it... I need a guarantee that we both will be allowed to stay, no matter what happens. Whether it works or not. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 24 2016, 09:09 PM Post #1217 |
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*Whether it works out not? Does Sam mean the cure? Or the pair's behaviour? He'll have to be careful with how he answers here. "... If you help us try to find a cure, you and your friend will be safe here. Whether we get a cure from you or not. We don't turn anyone away as long as they aren't a danger to the group. You can refuse and nobody'll touch you without your permission." Of course, Sam's behaviour also plays a role - but he hopes Sam'll understand that already. If he or his friend start trouble, they'll be subject to the same rules as everyone else. * |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 24 2016, 10:39 PM Post #1218 |
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*Sam is very aware of the undertone to what Rob is saying: Don't cause trouble. Highly strung as Sam feels at the moment, it makes his hackles rise - but at the same time, he does realise that Rob holds a lot of responsibility, considering he was the one who picked the two of them up. And unlike Gene, Sam always was more inclined to being diplomatic. Right now, there is no direct danger, and it seems that the diplomatic route is the safest one to take. Sam releases a low sigh. He could refuse... But that would put them both in danger. And besides... Sam's answer was already there, from the moment he woke up from the fever that should have killed him. Finally, Sam breaks the silence.* ... I'll cooperate. Under the condition that I get to see Gene more often. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 27 2016, 12:13 AM Post #1219 |
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*Rob looks at Sam, slightly surprised. He's got an agreement - he was hoping for one, but... For Sam to volunteer freely, that's brilliant. "Of course... I'm sure we can arrange that!"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 27 2016, 05:02 PM Post #1220 |
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*Sam nods.* Thank you. *Roy's surprise doesn't pass him by unnoticed, of course. And it's not an easy decision for Sam, not with his fears both for himself and Gene. If they don't manage to get a cure after all... What will happen to him? But asking that question now won't do any good. He needs to take one step at a time, just like they did when they were out there. Sam raises his head, looking up at the night sky. There's hardly any light around them, so the stars above are fully visible, twinkling like there's nothing wrong with the world. With a sigh, Sam lowers his head again and trudges on. He only woke up a little while ago, but he still feels bone tired.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 27 2016, 05:57 PM Post #1221 |
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*Sam's tiredness is easy to see, and Rob isn't going to tax him any longer. Poor blokes had enough. Let them continue this another day. For now he just needs to get Sam back to his quarters and locked away safely. A few minutes of walking later and they're back at the cells. Apologetically, Rob gestures to Sam's open door. "I'll get someone to bring you some food. They've been growing tomatoes down in the plots - something fresh should perk you up. If I can find Annie I'll get her to bring it to you. Okay?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 27 2016, 08:07 PM Post #1222 |
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*When they approach the cells, Sam slows down, until he comes to a halt a few feet away from the door. He has to go back in there... It feels so wrong. He looks over at Rob as the latter talks. Annie... Properly talking to her would be... It would be amazing. He can't bring himself to muster enthusiasm over the promise of fresh tomatoes though, even though he knows that he's not had fresh vegetables in forever. Sam nods with a little bit of a delay.* Okay. Cheers. *He doesn't move for another few moments, just staring at the open doorway - if he goes in there, he'll be trapped... He'll have no way of getting to Gene... But there is no other option. With visible difficulty, Sam finally forces himself to step forward, and back into the cell.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 28 2016, 10:10 PM Post #1223 |
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Chin up, Sam... Food will be with you in a little bit. *Rob offers Sam a sad smile as he slowly closes the cell door. Locking Sam in feels ridiculous - where would he run? It's clear he wouldn't go anywhere without his friend and he's practically bed-bound. But he reminds himself - it's for Sam's own safety. It's to protect him, not protect others from him.* --------------- *Sam will have only been in his room for around 30 minutes when there's a knock at the door and a jangling of keys. The lock clicks and a soft voice calls out, "Sam? S'only me, s'Annie. Can I come in?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 29 2016, 05:52 AM Post #1224 |
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*Sam turns to catch a last glimpse of Rob's guilty expression through the bars, before the lock clicks and he's gone. Sam remains stood in the middle of the room for a while, simply staring at the door. He can't shake the feeling that he's trapped, helpless and vulnerable to attack - even though Rob assured him this is for his own safety. But if there's someone else with the keys... Someone who wants to get rid of the potential threat... Finally, Sam shakes himself out of it and moves - not towards the bed, but towards the door. He ends up sat on the ground next to it, essentially in a blind spot. If anyone's at the door, they won't see him until they open it. It feels like he closes his eyes for only a minute before he hears the jangle of keys. Sam tenses up immediately, but then it's Annie's voice coming from the other side. Sam's eyes widen with surprise, and he heaves himself up from the ground. That she'd ask whether or not she can come in... Sam hesitates a moment, before pulling himself together and calling back* 'course. Go on. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 30 2016, 11:46 PM Post #1225 |
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*With a bright smile, Annie's pushing the door open. She can't help smiling, despite how Sam must be feeling trapped in here - she still can't believe he's alive. In one hand she's holding a small tray, a plate of hot tinned veg, salad and fresh tomatoes balanced on top.* Brought you dinner. S'not exactly the most comforting food, but at least part of it's nice and fresh! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 31 2016, 09:12 AM Post #1226 |
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*Oh - oh Annie. Not having seen her properly in so long, the effect of her bright smile almost bowls Sam over. He can feel his tension falling away a little, and he's returning the smile before he knows it. And that tray... Actual fresh tomatoes.......! Sam's stomach gives an audible, enthusiastic growl at the sight.* Annie, you're an absolute angel. *He gestures at the room, gives a bit of an apologetic shrug* I'd offer you a seat, but... |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 31 2016, 11:41 PM Post #1227 |
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*she shrugs, more cheerful than she really has the right to be. "The bed'll be fine, I'll just perch." She sets the tray down on the bedsheets, leaving room for the both of them to sit, settling herself down on the edge afterwards. "Bit bleak in here isn't it. Though I s'pose you'd argue it's not too far off your old flat, the way you complained about it!"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 1 2016, 08:19 AM Post #1228 |
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*Sam follows Annie over to the bed (though not before throwing a glance over his shoulder to the door - just to see if they're being watched), sitting down on the other side of the tray. God, he can smell the tomatoes - and the salad looks more appetizing than it has any right to be. After seeing nothing but canned food and corpses for this long, a meal like this looks like a royal feast to Sam. Annie's jibe draws Sam's attention away from the food for a little bit, and to his own surprise Sam finds himself laughing.* Now that you mention it...! Though this room has an unbeatable advantage - it's missing the wallpaper. *Sam picks up the tray - there even is a plastic fork ready for him... It feels so much like a luxury that Sam glances up and at Annie, suddenly insecure over whether he really is supposed to eat this.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 2 2016, 12:20 AM Post #1229 |
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*Annie grins, leaning back on her hands and giving the walls a look before turning back to Sam. Sam who looks like she's just dropped a talking fish onto his lap. "Surely it's not been so long you've forgotten how to use basic cutlery!"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 2 2016, 09:35 AM Post #1230 |
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*Sam blinks, then huffs a chuckle and shakes his head.* Just feels a bit too good to be true. *He looks back down at the meal, and finally picks up the fork. With infinite care he sticks it into one of the tomatoes, and after a moment's hesitation, he sticks it into his mouth and starts chewing. The explosion of juice and fresh taste is almost enough to overwhelm Sam entirely. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, releasing it slowly. He wasn't prepared for what kind of effect a simple thing like fresh food could have on him, even after all these months of hardship...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 2 2016, 11:35 PM Post #1231 |
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*Annie watches as Sam takes the bite finally, and the expression on his face - it's a joy to see. She can relate - finding that this place was actively trying to farm vegetables was almost too much. Tinned food can only sustain you for so long. She grins, a teasing look in her eye.* Should I leave you and the tomatoes alone for a bit? |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 3 2016, 03:29 PM Post #1232 |
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*Sam gives a short, muffled laugh - though it could just as well be a sob - and shakes his head, swallowing down his bite. Now that he's had his first fork-full, Sam can't stop eating. His stomach is growling and cramping, demanding to be fed properly. Sam has to force himself not to go too fast and give himself a stomach ache. Even despite that, he manages to clear most of the plate in record time. Before he and Gene were picked up, they'd been starving for nearly a week, after all... Finally, Sam sets his fork down properly and gives a long, contented sigh.* ...that... That was amazing. |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 4 2016, 11:55 PM Post #1233 |
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*Annie can't help watching Sam devour his dinner at the speed of light - to see such simple happiness on his face is a pleasure she's missed. "As long as the crops hold up we should be picking some more next week. Something to look forward to."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 5 2016, 08:23 PM Post #1234 |
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*Sam's expression lights up as he hears this - even more...!* Bloody hell. That's more like the place we heard of on the radio...! Edited by Sam Tyler, Aug 5 2016, 08:46 PM.
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 5 2016, 11:27 PM Post #1235 |
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*Annie's face twitches with sympathy - she knows that Sam's initial contact with the place hasn't exactly been pleasant... But it seems like things are okay, really... Once you get used to them. "You know... I think we all had some kind of grand, impossible idea of this place before we got here. We were expecting some kind of utopia. I know I was, anyway." She brightens a little, shrugging. "But s'just people. Scared people, trying to build something good. And I'll take people over those things outside any day."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 6 2016, 12:08 PM Post #1236 |
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*Sam watches Annie as she speaks, his own expression becoming more sober. She's been here for much longer than he has... So she knows how things work, and she knows the people. Still... Sam looks down as he remembers the other contacts he and Gene had with people. He can't help it - he's not so sure if people really are better than zombies. At least with zombies you know how they will behave. You know what you have to do. When Sam speaks, his tone of voice is guarded - he's choosing his words carefully.* So you trust them?... Rob? *And the unspoken question: You wouldn't want to leave?* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 7 2016, 06:33 PM Post #1237 |
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*Annie cocks her head a little, studying Sam's face. That question has another layer to it. So she turns it back around. "You don't, do you."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 7 2016, 06:38 PM Post #1238 |
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... *Sam glances at Annie. Of course she knows what he really is asking... She's always had a knack for reading him in a way not even Gene quite could. Again he considers his words.* ... We only just arrived. The only person I've had contact with is Rob. That's hardly the full picture. You've been 'ere for much longer. So... You tell me. What it's like. |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 7 2016, 07:08 PM Post #1239 |
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*Annie watches Sam a moment longer before conceding, shrugging slightly. She can't defend it one hundred percent. It's not heaven. But it's a darn sight better than what's outside. "It's... Fine. It's good. At least in 'ere you don't need to worry about your loved ones corpses comin' back to rip you to shreds. There's food, water... And there's good people. Not all, but when was that ever the case? And Rob... He's a good man, Sam. He's honest." |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 7 2016, 07:15 PM Post #1240 |
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*Sam nods slowly, taking all that in. So Annie trusts Rob. Gene does as well. If Annie says it's a good place to be... If they've been here for a while... ... Then it can't be too bad, can it...? Sam exhales with a sigh, letting his head drop a little. He knows how he's coming across, but... He can't help it.* ... Sorry. It's hard to... To shake the paranoia. |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 7 2016, 08:11 PM Post #1241 |
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*Annie gives him a sympathetic look.* Of course... I heard what happened to you, remember? No wonder you're not willing to trust people after that. But you've got to remember, Sam... With the way things are now? People are all we've got. |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 7 2016, 08:24 PM Post #1242 |
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*Sam remains silent, not looking at Annie. His first, instinctual reaction to her words is that she's wrong. It's not people he's got - it's Gene. Gene is all he's got. But then, reason kicks in. If they want to survive... If they want to stop running, they'll have to compromise. Play by the village's rules. And in that sense... Yeah. Trusting people, to some degree, is all they've got - that, and their own minds. Finally, Sam nods, once.* I do trust your judgement. It's why I asked. *He hesitates, then quietly adds* Gene... Trusts Rob as well. So if we're allowed to, we'll stay. |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 8 2016, 05:57 PM Post #1243 |
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*Gene trusts Rob... That's good to know. Annie nods, knowing that Sam's head is starting to work harder than his heart finally. He needs to listen to logic with this one. "And you know what he's like with his gut. If he trusts Rob then I don't see why we shouldn't."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 8 2016, 06:02 PM Post #1244 |
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*Sam nods at this, his lips twitching into a wry smile.* Who are we to doubt the Guv, eh. *He looks over at Annie, his expression finally softening.* ... I didn't think we'd ever get to see you again. |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 8 2016, 06:26 PM Post #1245 |
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*Annie chuckles in response. The thought that they were even reunited, that Sam SURVIVED, it's just insane! "Believe me, we thought the same. Nobody's ever survived a bite before. Not ever."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 8 2016, 08:35 PM Post #1246 |
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*Sam can't help but smile back at Annie. No matter what's been going on... She still has that ability to brighten his mood.* I was surprised as well believe me. I-- *Sam is interruoted by a knock at the door. His head whips around, the ease and relaxation in his demeanour and expression gone from one moment to the next.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 8 2016, 08:46 PM Post #1247 |
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*the door opens, revealing two people stood there - a very serious looking woman and Rob, lurking behind. The lady steps forward, not paying any mind to the moment she just interrupted. "Mr Tyler, I presume? I'm Dr Myers. I'm here to give you a once-over, check how you're doing."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 8 2016, 08:50 PM Post #1248 |
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*Sam's already gotten up from where he was sitting on the bed. He can see Rob, but he's not met that woman yet... His entire posture rigid, Sam glances at Annie, who hasn't gotten up yet. She can see how tense he is, though, and quickly follows, putting a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay - Dr Myers is the head surgeon of this facility. She's been training me to become a better nurse." What she's trying to say is that Sam can trust her. Sam looks at Annie for a moment longer before turning his gaze back to Dr Myers, as if waiting for her to confirm what Annie just said. For a moment, his eyes flick over to Rob as well.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 8 2016, 09:14 PM Post #1249 |
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*Myers smiles at Annie, nodding as she turns back to Sam. "It's true. And a great job she's doing as well. We need all the help we can get in this wing." She steps forward properly, holding her hand out to Sam. "No need to look so scared. I'm not nearly as frightening as the things you've already seen."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 8 2016, 09:29 PM Post #1250 |
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*Sam watches the way Myers moves closely, listens to the way she speaks. She seems... Honest. And Annie seems to trust her... Sam glances down as she offers her hand. With a moment's delay, he reaches out, hesitating for only the fraction of a second before their hands touch. Her grip is surprisingly strong, and Sam finds himself shaking her hand in earnest. Despite all that, he's clearly on guard, his muscles still tense.* Just being careful. Humans can be worse than zombies. Edited by Sam Tyler, Aug 8 2016, 09:37 PM.
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 9 2016, 11:42 AM Post #1251 |
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*Myers doesn't respond to that - she has her own ideas about which she'd rather come into contact with. But she gives Sam a polite nod and retreats her hand. "So. How've you been doing? Since your little turn in the courtyard?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 9 2016, 11:45 AM Post #1252 |
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*"Your little turn"? A frown flits across Sam's face, but he decides to ignore that for now. This isn't the time to be nitpicking...* ... Better. Not being on the brink of death has helped. |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 9 2016, 11:47 AM Post #1253 |
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*Myers laughs. "I'm sure. I'm glad you're feeling better then. And how's that bite doing?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 9 2016, 11:50 AM Post #1254 |
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*It's this question that really pulls up Sam's walls. He can't stop his hand from shooting up and pressing against the bite, and his gaze is trained at the ground for a second before he looks up again.* ... Same it's always been. |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 9 2016, 11:58 AM Post #1255 |
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*Myers notices how Sam touches the bite - she'll have to make a note of that. It's clearly weighing on Sam's mind. "Well that's good. No change is a positive thing. And you're feeling good in yourself? Strong and healthy?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 9 2016, 12:04 PM Post #1256 |
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... *Sam searches Myers' face. She's asking some very pointed questions... And with how Rob is lurking in the background... Instead of replying directly, Sam asks back* Is this about my blood? |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 9 2016, 01:25 PM Post #1257 |
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*Myers pauses, clearly taken aback by Sam's direct question. In the background, Rob looks down awkwardly. He should have talked to Sam about to his first - warned that the doctor would be coming by. ".... Well... In a word, yes. We're eager to start trying to formulate a vaccine, but we don't want to do it at the expense of your health. It's going to involve a few tests, and we need to make sure you're during enough for them."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 9 2016, 01:28 PM Post #1258 |
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*Sam doesn't take his eyes of Myers, searching for any hints that she might be dishonest, that she might be trying to deceive him. He knows he's agreed to this - he's told Rob he'd cooperate - but... This still is sudden. They don't want to do it at the expense of his health... If she really means it, there's not much reason for Sam to doubt Myers. But he's well aware of the fact that, if he were to refuse, they could easily take whatever they wanted.* ... What kind of tests? |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 9 2016, 02:36 PM Post #1259 |
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*Myers softens a little more, pulling over a chair and sitting down. Rob follows, looking more than a little uncomfortable. "We need to examine your blood, before and after stress. See if the virus is still active and whether it rises up under any circumstances. Whether it still has any effect on your body. And whether you carry the antibodies we need. So in short... Blood tests, stress and endurance tests. That sort of thing." |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 9 2016, 05:08 PM Post #1260 |
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*Sam keeps watching as Myers sits down - he himself remains standing. His hand is still up against his neck, covering the bite. His pulse quickens at her words. The stress test... Whether or not the virus rises again... Images flash through Sam's mind - him slashing Rags' throat, hacking down those men... His hands on Gene's throat, squeezing with intent. Sam takes an involuntary breath, his eyes focusing again.* What if - what if the tests come up positive? If it isn't the result you want? |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 9 2016, 09:13 PM Post #1261 |
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*Annie looks up at Myers, startled by the way the conversation is heading. She wouldn't...! Here, Rob pipes up. "Sam, as long as you're not a danger to the group, you can stay. Those are the rules for everyone. Even if your blood turns out to be ineffective, you'll be given residence here. I give you my word."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 9 2016, 09:44 PM Post #1262 |
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*Sam shifts his attention to Rob, his gaze sharpening. He's heard this phrase before, but given how the conversation is going, it's not doing much to calm him down - to the contrary.* And what exactly constitutes as danger? Hm? Who gets to decide? What's the benchmark? Am I a danger if I start snapping? Or if I look at people the wrong way? If I say I'm hungry a little too loud? *Normally Sam wouldn't let a talk like this escalate - but he's still tired. He feels cornered. And these people have been talking behind his back far too much already.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 9 2016, 09:49 PM Post #1263 |
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*Rob's jaw tightens a little. He's trying to help Sam, here... And if Sam shouts and screams, he's going to defeat the purpose of Rob trying to help. "It's the same for everyone. You attack someone, you hurt anyone, you do something to seriously lower the group's chances of survival and there'll be consequences. It's not just for you. It's for me as well, and Annie and Dr Myers. All of us."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 9 2016, 10:00 PM Post #1264 |
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*Another answer that essential misses the point of Sam's question. So he shoots back, although he does his best to keep his voice level.* I'm not the same as everyone though, am I. I'm not stupid. I know there's a chance that there's still traces of the virus itself in my blood. And if that's the case - what are you going to deem safe? *Sam's heart is beating hard as he asks that question, his eyes flitting from Rob to Myers and back again.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 9 2016, 10:03 PM Post #1265 |
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*Myers steps in again, raising her voice just a little. "You've been travelling with your friend, yes? For a week at absolute minimum, judging by the state of his leg. And he hasn't turned. When we found you, your friend's leg was already stitched. Not well, but the attempt was made. By yourself, if I'm not mistaken. Now, if you were contagious and you'd had that much contact with his blood, don't you think he'd have gotten the fever by now?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 9 2016, 10:07 PM Post #1266 |
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*This gives Sam pause. She's... She's right. And if the doctor views it that way... Judging from how she'd taken the lead, she must be important to the village as well; her voice must have considerable weight. Still... Sam knows this still isn't exactly what he wants to know. Rob and Myers don't seem to realise that there could be other side effects as well... And how should they? They haven't seen what happened. They don't know about the hot, roiling anger that's been taking control over him time and time again. Hesitantly, Sam says* ... I suppose so. |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 10 2016, 09:33 AM Post #1267 |
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*Myers nods decisively. "Good. That's sorted then. You'll be okay with us doing some research?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 10 2016, 09:50 AM Post #1268 |
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*Sam grits his teeth, his gaze trained at the floor. He's scared. He wants to help, he desperately wants to provide an antidote to the virus if it's in his power - but the thought of practically placing his life in strangers' hands... It's terrifying. He doesn't know them. And even though Annie says they can be trusted... She can't know how they will react in exceptional circumstances. On the other hand... Gene is in the picture as well. To Sam's paranoid mind, the thought that they might use his ailing partner as a bargaining chip seems plausible. He can't let that happen. And what if... What if they can't even detect the virus in his blood anymore? What if that anger he's been feeling doesn't show as hormones or whatever during those tests? It's the only hope Sam has - there's no doubt that Rob would throw him out of the village if he had even the tiniest suspicion that Sam might attack anyone. But if they have no scientific evidence... With a considerable effort of will, Sam shoves all these thoughts to the side. He can feel Annie's gaze on him, as well as Rob's and the doctor's. They want an answer.* ... Yes. Under the condition that I get to see my partner whenever I want. *He can't do this if he can't see Gene... Sam knows he'll need his partner's moral support.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 10 2016, 09:56 AM Post #1269 |
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*Myers considers this, but only for a moment. If they can get an antidote, anything is worth it. "Agreed. Rob will be in charge of that. I'll make sure that you're able to see your partner when required. Okay?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 10 2016, 10:05 AM Post #1270 |
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*Sam is somewhat surprised by how quickly Myers agreed, but relief quickly rakes over. He exhales with a sigh, some of his tension bleeding away.* Alright. I'm ready, then. Whenever you want to start. |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 10 2016, 01:47 PM Post #1271 |
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*Myers gives Sam a grateful look. At least that was easy. Sam could have made it extremely hard for them, but now theyll be able to have a good crack at getting a vaccine "First thing in the morning sound okay to you? You can get a good night's sleep and then we'll begin."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 10 2016, 02:05 PM Post #1272 |
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*A good night's sleep... Sam almost scoffs. Instead, he nods.* Sounds good. *It's all there is to say. Everything else - any problems that may arise - he'll have to solve as it comes.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 10 2016, 02:09 PM Post #1273 |
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*"Alright then. See you in the morning then, Sam." Myers turns and exits with Rob following behind. He doesn't exactly look comfortable work the situation, but he's vowed to himself to do the best by Sam and the community. After hearing what Sam's been through with his friend, he's not about to let the man end up being exploited. Rob'll be keeping an eye out. As the door shuts, Annie grabs at Sam's wrist, urging him to sit down again. "Sam, you don't have to do this . You know that, right?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 10 2016, 03:06 PM Post #1274 |
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*Not anticipating her touch, Sam flinches when Annie grabs his wrist and almost pulls back. However, he catches himself before that can happen, and lets her pull him down to sit on the bed. At her words, he gives a humourless laugh.* You know I don't have a choice. Not really. |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 10 2016, 03:18 PM Post #1275 |
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*She shakes her head.* That's not true. You can say no. It'll be good to try, but nobody should have to take on that responsibility on their own... If there's you, there must be others... "* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 10 2016, 03:30 PM Post #1276 |
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*Sam glances over at her, a somewhat pained expression on his face.* And how many do you see here? In the safest place in all of England? No - I have to do this. *He takes a breath, holds it for a moment, then releases it slowly.* I... I want to do it. If there's any chance of getting an antidote, it has to be done. *Sam hesitates, looking for the right words* The only thing that worries me is that - that this-- *he points at the bite, clearly visible to Annie* -- is all that people see of me, now. *His chest clenched painfully at the thought* But I'm not. I'm not... this. |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 10 2016, 03:35 PM Post #1277 |
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*Annie drops her gaze to the bite as Sam gestures to it. It's scarred over now, but the teeth marks are still visible. The skin is slightly bumpy, healed awkwardly over what was meant to be a fatal wound. It may not be bleeding or open any more, but the sight of it is still shocking. Slowly, she reaches across to Sam's shirt and pulls his collar up, hiding it from view. So that Sam knows nobody can see it. "I know, Sam. And so does Rob. Myers is.... Well... She's a doctor. She's into science, it's her job to look after people. Once she's run her tests, she'll see it too. You're not that bite, you're DI Sam Tyler. And you have your team to back you up, should you need it."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 10 2016, 03:44 PM Post #1278 |
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*Sam lets Annie reach for his collar, and when he realises what she's doing, his eyes widen slightly. And her words... You're DI Sam Tyler. Those words stir something within Sam. He drops his gaze, feeling a faint burn in his eyes. And the team - they will back him up. The team. Their team. With some delay, Sam finally nods. His voice sounds husky when he speaks* ... thank you. |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 10 2016, 10:42 PM Post #1279 |
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*Annie smiles, rubbing Sam's back with one hand. You're welcome. Now you never forget that, and you promise you'll make them stop if you get uncomfortable. Or I'll give you the biggest thwack round the head. Okay?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 10 2016, 10:44 PM Post #1280 |
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*Sam can't help but huff a soft chuckle at Annie's words, leaning into her touch slightly.* Yes ma'am. *Finally he turns to face her fully, the tortured look finally, if temporarily, gone.* Seriously. Thank you. *And he extends his arms, tentatively inviting Annie into a hug.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 10 2016, 10:51 PM Post #1281 |
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*Annie leans into the hug, holding Sam tight. All of them, theyve been through so much - but Sam and Gene the most. And she's just so glad now that they're back. She won't let anything happen to Sam now that she's found out he's alive. "Don't mention it." Breaking the hug, she stands up finally, picking up Sam's plate. "I've got to run now... But I'll be back tomorrow morning, okay? To see you after you know what."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 10 2016, 10:55 PM Post #1282 |
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*Infinitely grateful that Annie is accepting the hug, Sam squeezes back. It's nothing like the half-conscious hug that happened while he was out of it; he's trying to convey all his gratitude and relief over her presence. When she breaks the hug, Sam pulls back slowly, settling back on the bed a little hesitantly.* I'd like that, yeah. *he gives her a somewhat weak smile* If you see Gene before then, tell him... Tell him I'm thinking of him. Please. |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 10 2016, 10:59 PM Post #1283 |
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*"Will do. I'm sure he's doing the same." With a small wave she pulls the door open and heads out, the door slowly sliding shut behind her. After a moment there's a click - the sound of the door locking.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 10 2016, 11:12 PM Post #1284 |
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*And there it is... He's alone again. Sam stares at the door for a few minutes longer, not knowing what to do with himself. So much has happened... And so much more is still going to happen. And above all that, Gene needs to heal... And Sam needs to be there. With a sigh, Sam starts pulling off his jacket and dirty shirt. Now that he finally has a (somewhat) proper bed, old habits seem to be waking up again. It doesn't seem like he'll have to wake up and get moving abruptly either... He can allow himself this little comfort. Bare-chested, but with the shirt close to him, Sam lies back down, pulling up the covers. It's fairly chilly here, but nothing compared to what it was like while sleeping rough. And despite having slept for so long, Sam lies awake for only a few hours, his thoughts returning time and time again to Gene, lying in that bed - pale, but alive. Miserable, but still healing. It's about an hour after midnight that Sam finally manages to doze off, sleeping fitfully until the morning.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 13 2016, 10:38 PM Post #1285 |
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*As promised, in the morning Myers returns with Rob in tow. She knocks on the door before swinging it open and calling in. "Sam? It's Dr Myers. Are you ready to go? There's food in the lab if you're hungry."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 14 2016, 09:30 AM Post #1286 |
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*By the time Dr Myers opens the door, Sam is already up again and dressed, nervously pacing his room. He stops when she pokes her head in, his hands curling into fists before relaxing again. Rob is there as well... Sam nods in his direction before facing Myers.* I'm ready. I'd like to see my friend, though. Before we start. *He outs every ounce of conviction he has into those words.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 14 2016, 05:52 PM Post #1287 |
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*Myers blinks - already? But then, they did promise... "Okay, but just quickly. You can see him again a bit later, after you've completed a few tasks for us."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 14 2016, 05:59 PM Post #1288 |
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*Sam gives a terse nod. He he can see the surprise and slight dismay in Myers' face, but he's going to remain firm on this issue.* That's all I ask. I just want to see him. |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 14 2016, 10:36 PM Post #1289 |
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*She nods once - okay, he can see Gene. But just for a few minutes. She trusts Sam to carry through with his agreement to let them test him, but she's also a little concerned that Sam's friend might talk him out of it. However, she can't go back on it now. "Alright. Follow us and we'll take you there." She turns and walks away, expecting Sam to follow. Rob gives Sam a friendly nod, greeting him - holding his arm out for Sam to follow. "How are you doing then, Sam? Feeling okay?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 15 2016, 02:06 PM Post #1290 |
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*Sam does follow behind Dr Myers, but the fact that Rob himself falls into step with him actually makes him feel a little better - less like a prisoner, more like a human being. However, it does take some effort to make normal conversation with the man.* Yeah. The, uhm... the meal last night was amazing. *To his own surprise, a quick smile flashes across Sam's face* After all those canned beans and pasta... |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 15 2016, 10:41 PM Post #1291 |
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*Rob returns the smile. He remembers those days well. "Hopefully once the crops're on their way we'll actually be able to get some proper veg circulating. Those weren't your last tomatoes, you can be sure." He's aware of Sam's slight discomfort around him - and he doesn't blame him. But he remains hopeful that Sam will be able to feel at ease around him soon. They need people like Sam, for sure. True survivors. Rob truly does want to get to know him better.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 16 2016, 05:29 AM Post #1292 |
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*Oh, that sounds far too tempting. Sam is aware that this probably is little more than Rob's attempt to make him feel at ease, but his words have sparked a genuine curiosity over how this whole community actually works. Unlike Gene, Sam hasn't had a run-down of it yet.* *actually sounding impressed* So you've got actual agriculture going? |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 16 2016, 11:26 PM Post #1293 |
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*Rob responds with a proud look. "Luckily there were already a few plants growing. Plots of land available, seeds and things... We got lucky, but it's taking some skill to keep them alive and producing. Good thing a few of our people have green fingers!"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 17 2016, 01:25 PM Post #1294 |
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*with a little smile* Blimey. *this is... This is actually amazing news. The more Sam hears about the place, the less he can believe that the two of them actually managed to find it or be found, as it were. It makes him want to stay. But that will depend on how the next few days go by... Slightly more on guard, Sam keeps enquiring* What about other facilities? You've got electric light going - is that generator powered? |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 17 2016, 11:55 PM Post #1295 |
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*As they turn a corner, Rob answers. The fact that Sam seems impressed actually buoys him a little. He's proud of this little community. "Well spotted. We've got petrol generators going, but only for certain buildings. The hospital, that kind of thing. We've been sending patrols out to siphon petrol from the surrounding cars. We've got a good supply now, but eventually we'll have to venture further. Maybe that's something you'd be interested in helping with, sometime down the line."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 18 2016, 12:03 PM Post #1296 |
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*Sam blinks with surprise at the offer - is Rob talking about getting more fuel, or actually inventing new tech...? Sam's mind flashes forward to solar energy, electric cars, engines that run on heat alone... But he's no engineer. And thinking about it, now that humanity has been set back like this... It will take even longer before any of these inventions will see the day of light, if ever. The thought suddenly weighs like a stone on Sam's mind. He pulls himself away from it with difficulty.* ... If I can help, I will, as much as I can. *Keeping busy would be good, surely...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 18 2016, 10:39 PM Post #1297 |
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*Rob gives Sam a pleased smile. "That's good to hear. You and your friend have been surviving under the worst of circumstances, and with only the two of you for a number of weeks. I'm sure you're full of useful tips." Robs only partially saying this to settle Sam's nerves - he really does believe it. Those two could be really useful as part of their group. By now they're approaching the hospital building, only a few minutes before they're at Gene's door.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 19 2016, 08:48 PM Post #1298 |
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Gladys
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*Sam remains silent for a little bit, searching Rob's face. Again with that honesty - after all these months out in the wild, unable to trust anyone but himself and Gene, it's hard for Sam to truly believe that Rob's intentions are innocent. There's a voice, constantly second-guessing. Finally, he looks away, his eyes trained on the hospital building.* I'm not sure you'll want us relying on those particular experiences. *he takes a breath, and then with visible effort adds* We were both police officers, though. We can handle difficult situations. |
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| Gene Hunt | Aug 19 2016, 11:25 PM Post #1299 |
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*As they head through the door and up the corridor approaching Gene's room, Rob responds happily.* Then you'll be able to help us for sure. As the group grows we're going to need strong figures of authority around. People are still people, and people have squabbles."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Aug 20 2016, 05:48 PM Post #1300 |
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Gladys
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*Rob's words unexpectedly cause a huge wave of relief to wash through Sam, and it takes him a moment to figure it out; then he realises - it's because Rob just went and not only validated Sam and Gene as valuable additions to the community regardless of the outcome of the next to days, but he also practically promised Sam that they would be able to go back to their old jobs. Possibly a semblance of their old lives. Having to swallow down his emotions, Sam is silent for a second - but when he does respond, it's with the utmost honesty.* You can count on us. *And that's it - they're at Gene's door. Sam grabs the door's handle, but hesitates before opening it, casting a questioning glance towards Dr Myers.* How long? |
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