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| Topic Started: Mar 9 2015, 11:45 PM (7,965 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 | Apr 17 2015, 10:50 PM Post #201 |
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*Gene frowns - Sam needs strength... And if they don't make a move soon they won't ever have a hope of catching up with the others... He sounds apologetic when he speaks, but it's more a mixture of indecision and concern. He can't force Sam to eat, but he'll have to force him to move soon... * ... Sam... You're gonna need your strength. We've got a walk ahead of us and god knows what else. *takes a breath, his own worry apparent* You can't be fainting on the way. I can carry you, but... If we run into those Things... * |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 18 2015, 06:37 AM Post #202 |
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*Sam remains silent for a while, merely looking at Gene. He is right, of course. Sam does need the strength, and they do need to move... But Sam knows instinctively that eating won't get him anywhere right now. He wouldn't even be able to stomach it, judging from how his stomach is protesting. But he can try to get up, at least - even if it feels like his legs won't have the strength to carry him. Maybe it'll be easier once he's actually up... Sam hefts himself up onto his good elbow once more, slowly sitting up. So far so good... He hesitates for a moment, then extends his good hand to Gene. He'll need help actually standing up... * |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 18 2015, 12:47 PM Post #203 |
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*Gene watches as Sam hauls himself up onto his good elbow, looking closely for any signs that they might need to wait a bit longer. But Sam's up and holding out his hand, ready and willing to try it. He reaches out to grab Sam's hand, supporting him as he pulls upwards and tries to get his partner to his feet.* Don't rush it. You can lean on me, just don't go arse over tit, okay? |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 18 2015, 01:05 PM Post #204 |
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*The first thing Sam notices, even as he nods, is that he feels disturbingly light. Then he realises it's because, as slow as they'd been going, the changing in positions is too much for Sam's body, even with Gene's support. With a sound of surprise and alarm, Sam topples to the side, his vision blurring and swimming, and he fully expects to just fall over and hit the ground again - but there's Gene, warm and solid, and for all his caution earlier, Sam can't help but lean against his partner, especially with his knees as wobbly as they are at the moment.* *blinking hard* Ah... |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 18 2015, 07:31 PM Post #205 |
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*Seeing Sam waver, Gene reaches out and grabs onto him quickly. Damn... Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. They need to get moving, there's no doubt about it... But not if it means Sam collapsing before they've even started... Worry etched into his face, Gene wraps his arm around Sam's back and steadies him.* Whoa... Okay, maybe we should wait a bit... You should sit down again... |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 18 2015, 07:37 PM Post #206 |
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*Sam is grabbing onto Gene dizzily, trying his best to steady himself. But Gene is right... he definitely needs to sit down. He nods mutely, allowing his knees to give and lower himself back down carefully. The weakness is palpable; Sam can feel slight tremors going through his body, and his grip on Gene isn't as strong as he would wish for it to be. The fever really took its toll on him before vanishing...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 18 2015, 08:04 PM Post #207 |
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Gene can feel his heart sink as fast as Sam does. There goes their chance of catching up with the others... And with that comes other implications. In this world now it's the survival of the fittest. And frequently now the 'fittest' means 'biggest group'. Strength in numbers. A large group means more support, more firepower, more strength, more danger to any looters... Without the others, however well the two of them work together, they're vulnerable. Gene chews the inside of his cheek for a moment, looking down at his ailing partner and running through the options in his head.* Okay... Okay. Lets just take a moment... Come up with a plan... |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 18 2015, 08:30 PM Post #208 |
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*Sam's eyes are closed as he leans against the wall, breathing deeply to try and get rid of the dizziness. And indeed, the feeling of everything spinning around him is beginning to subside, along with the tremors. There's a light sheen of sweat on his face though, and he wipes at it as Gene talks, nodding afterwards.* Alright. *Opens his eyes slightly, then focuses on Gene. His partner is worried... and with good reason. The way Sam is now... there's no way he can make it out of the building on his own two feet, let alone to the hospital. It stings, but at the same time, Sam knows he can't change that fact. The fever has weakened him enough for him to simply accept his current state - which says something about the state he's in. Exhaling slowly, Sam closes his eyes again. He can't even think properly yet. He has no idea how they're supposed to make it over there. And, not knowing how much time has passed, he isn't even thinking about catching up to the others. It's just him and Gene now.* *murmurs, tiredly attempting to joke* If all else fails, you'll 'ave to give me a piggy-back ride. |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 18 2015, 10:32 PM Post #209 |
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*Gene blinks at that, the firm expression of worry on his face breaking for a moment. A piggy back ride... If he's going to carry Sam, that'd be the way to do it... It's going to be a heavy journey and they won't get far - will it even be worth it? But yes. Yes, it will. If they can even get a few yards closer to the hospital it'll be worth it. He's silent for a minute as he contemplates it and lets Sam rest - but then his mind is made up. Determined, he stoops to pick up his backpack again, shrugging his arms into it the wrong way so that it hangs from his chest. Then, he turns his back to Sam and holds his arms out behind him, ready.* If there's trouble I'll have to drop you. Hope yer bum isn't too bruised already. |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 19 2015, 09:53 AM Post #210 |
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*When Gene starts to move about, Sam opens his eyes - he's feeling slightly better now, but the thought of walking doesn't really appeal to him... At the sight of Gene slipping into the backpack the wrong way round, a frown appear on Sam's face. What... And then, he realises that Gene took him seriously. Sam stares at Gene for a moment, before flatly saying* I was joking. |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 19 2015, 10:06 AM Post #211 |
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Well I'm not. *bends at the knee slightly, ready to grab onto Sam. He's going to keep Sam alive, no matter what. And if that means carrying him halfway across the country them so be it. Getting him back into the larger group is the best way to make sure he's protected... And so that's what Gene's going to do.* Hop on, then! M'not a bleedin' Blackpool Donkey! |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 19 2015, 11:10 AM Post #212 |
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*Sam blinks - Gene really is serious. But if Sam's honest, he can't think of an alternative either.* *mutters* You're gonna ruin your back... *still, Sam is moving already - rummaging in his rucksack for a piece of cloth he can put on top of his wound (still itching, still uncomfortable), and then buttons up his jacket. Hopefully this will prevent Gene from coming in direct contact with the bite... Then finally, Sam shoulders the backpack, wincing for a moment as he feels the pressure on his wound, and then finally heaves himself up.* Alright, 'ere we go.... *saying only every so slightly, Sam steps forward, and awkwardly tries to position himself on Gene's back, doing his best to hold on in a way that won't constrict Gene in his movements too much.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 19 2015, 11:14 PM Post #213 |
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*Gene snorts at Sam's comment - his back's the least of his worries right now. He leans forward, taking Sam's weight as best as he can while keeping his balance, grunting as Sam settles. The weight of two backpacks plus a fully grown man - they both might have shed some pounds in the last few months, but it's still a hell of a lot to carry. Steadying himself, Gene takes a breath and shifts Sam as far up his back as he can.* Jesus...you started eating bricks or something? *realising just how vulnerable he'll be with both hands grabbing onto Sam's legs , Gene reaches into his belt and pulls out his knife, passing it over his head to Sam* You keep a hold of that. We come across any looters or dead, you pass it forward and I'll take care of it. Alright? |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 20 2015, 08:22 AM Post #214 |
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*dryly* Tempting thought, but no. That's all beans. *He can feel Gene's muscles shift even through the layers of clothing between them... It doesn't sit right with Sam that his partner is having to exert himself this much, but it can't be helped, as much as Sam wishes he could just up and walk on his own... He can't. But he'll do his best to recover... If the fever has declined this much over the course of the night (or however much time really passed), then hopefully that means his body will regain its strength equally fast. Sam takes the knife, and though it's hard to find a way of holding it that will ensure that he doesn't accidentally poke Gene with it, he nods.* Got it. *It's a good sign that he can even hold onto it... Sam still remembers how he was to weak to hold a half-empty water bottle on his own only a little while ago.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 20 2015, 09:20 AM Post #215 |
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*Okay... Now that Sam's on and armed, it's time. It's going to be a hard slog, and Gene doesn't know how long he'll be able to do this... But he's going to try. They can at least try their best to get as close to the hospital as possible. Maybe the others will have left a note, just in case.... Determined, Gene starts off. It's harder going than he'd thought, especially up the short lot of stairs to get out of the basement. He's gritting his teeth and breathing heavily by the top, but he keeps going - through the foyer and out into the street. It's clear so far - the herd must have gathered again and moved on. Hopefully in a different direction to the rest of the team - the thought of them coming up against that hoarde again on their own makes Gene's stomach turn. Ray and Phyllis should be able to cope, and Annie'll definitely help - but the way Chris froze before, the gasps and screams from the others... He hopes they're okay. Tightening his grip on Sam, Gene shakes these thoughts from his mind and takes a step forward, starting them off on their journey. He keeps to the shadows, depending on Sam to keep a good look out on their surroundings. every now and then, Gene stops to inspect a shop front, trying to determine whether or not it's already been emptied. In the distance they can occasionally see the odd walker, but with strategic maneuvers, they're able to avoid it without having to get into a fight. Gene forces himself on and on until he's unable to take another step - they've gained a lot of ground, and the hospital is visible just a few roads down - but he can't move any further with this weight on him. Breathless, Gene stops and shakes his head.* Need to stop... Me legs are gonna turn to soup... |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 20 2015, 10:00 AM Post #216 |
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*Sam's feeling of unease grows with every step Gene takes - he's out of breath before they're out of the building... But protesting won't do any good. And besides, Sam is simply too tired for protesting. Once they're outside, he does his best to keep a look out for anything suspicious - walkers, other people - but more than once, Sam's eyes close off their own accord, and only the jostling of Gene's motions brings him back, taking a sharp breath and blinking his eyes hard. It's a silent treck - Sam doesn't want Gene to spend any more energy than he has to, so he keeps his mouth shut, only muttering a warning when he thinks he's spotted something suspicious. And finally, the hospital comes into view. Sam is all too happy to oblidge when Gene stops, nodding* Alright, just let me... *He waits until Gene's grip lets off and then starts sliding off his partner's back. His feet hit the ground, and for a moment it seems as though his legs are going to give out - Sam sways, blindly reaching for something to steady himself - but... there. He regains his balance, taking an audible breath and just standing there for a few seconds, somewhat amazed at himself. He didn't fall... he didn't fall. He can stand up on his own.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 20 2015, 11:20 PM Post #217 |
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*Gene himself staggers a little as the weight is suddenly gone - he suddenly feels very light and very tired, his back and legs aching with the exertion. He turns when he realises Sam is having to stand though, ready to reach out and catch him. But to his surprise his partner is upright and looking as shocked about it as Gene is. He's regained some energy, then. That's a good sign! Trying to get his breath back, Gene straightens up and rolls his shoulders. The bones in his back crunch audibly, but it's a relief to stand up fully at last!* If you're gonna need lugging about any more I'm gonna have to have to have a rest first... M'knackered...! How're you feeling now? No urges to rip me face off or anything? |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 21 2015, 08:20 AM Post #218 |
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*His heart beating a little harder than normal, Sam raises his gaze to look at Gene, a small disbelieving smile playing around his lips. It's a small victory, true, but it counts for a lot at the moment. Sam winces at the audible clicking and cracking of Gene's bones - it's rather guilt inducing - and moves backwards slowly, until he feels a wall at his back. He slides down then, carefully, until he's sitting on the ground.* Feels like I might be able to walk the rest of the way... But let's take a break anyway. *At Gene's last question, Sam grimaces slightly, looking down. He doesn't like what it implies - that the reaction might be delayed, or that Sam might be turning into something not quite human, but not quite undead either.... but no. He shakes his head.* No appetite whatsoever. I feel like I'm coming back from a vicious flu. |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 21 2015, 10:48 PM Post #219 |
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*Gene watches Sam slide down the wall with both sympathy and gratitude. He could really do with a break, and it looks like Sam won't be moving for a few minutes. A quick look across the horizon just to be safe and Gene jobs Sam on the ground. It's worrying to hear that Sam isn't hungry, but if he's recovering from something so serious it does make sense. Still, determined to do something, Gene reaches for his discarded rucksack and pulls out the little water they still have, thrusting the bottle at Sam. If he's not going to eat, he'll drink - and that's an order!* Yeah, your puny little antibodies must've had a right party. No wonder they've got a hangover now. |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 22 2015, 07:17 AM Post #220 |
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*Sam just looks for the proffered bottle for a moment before taking it. And, yes - he can actually hold it this time. His strength really is returning...! Slowly unscrewing the lid, Sam mutters* Definitely felt like it. *Then he takes a few careful sips - he doesn't want to use up the rest of the water, because Gene needs some as well.... But then, his thirst tales over, and he's emptied out the bottle before he knows it. Lowering it with a somewhat apologetic and guilty glance at Gene, he says* Let's hope the hospital hasn't been raided already... *and, remembering that Gene was supposed to meet the others here, Sam adds, looking over at the building*.... Do you think they're still there? |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 22 2015, 07:08 PM Post #221 |
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*Gene can't be cross at Sam for using up the water - he needs the hydration a lot more than Gene does, after all. Fighting off a fever is only going to go well if your body is well equipped to deal with it, and Gene's more concerned about that at the moment than his own body. And as for the others... Gene'd told them to move on by now. If they're still there it can only mean that something's wrong or that they were unwilling to leave him behind. Of course he wants to meet up with them - needs to - but he's also hoping that they're being smart. That they'll have stocked up and moved on, kept on the road and not settled. Settling in this world is a dangerous thing, now.* Hmm.... *He looks over at the building, following Sam's gaze.* ..... Depends. I hope so, but I told 'em to move on after half a day. We're late. *looks down again, stashing the empty water bottle with a sigh* Maybe they've left me a sign... |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 22 2015, 07:25 PM Post #222 |
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*Sam remains silent at that, his gaze growing distant. He hadn't quite realised how much time had passed... but indeed, they are late. And somehow, he doesn't think that Ray and Phyllis would have wanted to go against Gene's orders.* Mmh. They should've -- Annie would. *Hopefully they have. It would mean a lot to know that they're alive, and as well as can be... Maybe he and Gene will be able to catch up with them, rejoin the group. Resisting the urge to finger the wound, to rub at it, Sam leans his head against the wall behind them and sighs silently. Once again, they find themselves in a situation that none of them could have anticipated... Sam stil can't quite wrap his head around it. That he's alive... that he's still alive, even with what happened. It makes no sense. But then, nothing has made sense from the very moment that car hit him, eons ago...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 22 2015, 10:32 PM Post #223 |
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*Gene grunts in agreement, watching Sam carefully out of the corner of his eye. He doesn't ever think he'll be able to stop doing that, especially now. He still hasn't completely processed the fact that Sam is alive, that he's safe and still himself. It goes against everything anybody's seen. And if that means that Sam's a one-off, if it means Sam has some kind of 'thing' in his blood... Antibodies or something... Does that mean that he can be used to help? His blood could find a cure? Sam could be the key to human survival. And jesus Christ does that make his head spin. It's like something from those outer space films Sam always wants to watch... Determined to stay in the here and now, Gene raises his eyes up to the sky. The sun isn't far off setting, really... They should head off again in a minute, but if they keep up a steady pace they should reach the hospital well before dark. They don't know what they'll find when they get there, but they have to try. Have to stick to the plan. Gene looks at Sam again, the exhaustion of both his body and mind making themselves known.* ... If they haven't, we'll 'ave no way of knowing which route they took, you know that, right? We'll be on our own. |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 23 2015, 07:04 AM Post #224 |
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*Unaware of the paths Gene's thoughts are taking, Sam closes his eyes. The silence around them is perfect - nothing seems to be moving. Not even birds. Nothing. It's unnerving. But at the same time, Sam can't help but appreciate it. It gives him time and opportunity to try and anchor himself back to... Some kind of feeling of reality. When Gene speaks, Sam doesn't answer immediately, breathing evenly in and out before opening his eyes.* .... I marked a couple of routes on the map. If they didn't leave us a pointer, we've got... A few options. *He's had enough time to read the map... And so he did, whenever it was his turn for nightwatch, in the light of a tiny candle.... Always thinking, always planning ahead. He's memorised the map by now - mostly, at any rate.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 23 2015, 02:21 PM Post #225 |
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Right. *At least Sam doesn't sound despondent. As long as they have enthusiasm coming from one of them they should be able to make a go of it. Gene takes a deep breath in, determinedly ignoring his hunger and thirst and psyching himself up for the next round of travel.* You feel okay to move on foot for a bit? I carry you any longer and you'll be looking at the Hunchback of Greater Manchester. |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 23 2015, 02:34 PM Post #226 |
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*Sam snorts softly at this, but he nods.* Yeah. I can give it a go. *glances over at Gene* ... aren't you gonna eat anything? *He's not seen Gene eat since he woke up... and that was a while ago. He can just about handle Gene leaving him the last bit of their water reserves, but Sam knows he won't be able to eat for a while, so for Gene not to eat because he thinks he needs to save something for Sam... that's unaccaptable.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 23 2015, 02:44 PM Post #227 |
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*Sam may be right... But Gene doesn't see it that way. He's not going to eat his fill while they have no clue how much food they'll find in the hospital - he could eat through their reserves and then find that Sam has nothing to help him get his strength back later, and that's something he can't do.* Naah, I'll fill up at the hospital. Not too far to go now. *Deciding that the time is now, Gene pushes himself up and dusts himself down before holding out a hand to Sam. The break's short, Gene knows that - but the sooner they're under cover the better. And the sooner they can bandage Sam up properly.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 23 2015, 02:50 PM Post #228 |
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*Before Sam can answer, Gene is already up on his feet and holding out his hand for Sam to take. And so Sam does, after a moment's hesitation, pulling himself up and then... standing, a tad insecurely, but standing. It probably isn't a good idea for him to exert what little strength he has regain so soon... but maybe they can stay at the hospital for a little while longer... maybe they can rest up, even if it means that the group will be further ahead if they do. But first things first - they have to make it to the hospital.* ... let's go. |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 23 2015, 06:07 PM Post #229 |
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*Gene watches Sam stand, waiting to see just how steady he is. It looks as though Sam isn't going to fall immediately, but still... He isn't going to let Sam take any more weight than he needs to. Pulling his own backpack onto his front again and Sam's onto his back, Gene wraps an arm around Sam's back to support him. The light fades faster than they're expecting as that make their way towards the large, looming building - so much so that as they finally approach the doors they look a lot more ominous than they should. No walkers around either. That should be a good thing, but somehow it makes the area feel even more abandoned and lonely. Gene drops the rucksacks on the floor and rubs his hands together worth anticipation. Time to test the locks! * Right... Open sesame! *and with that, he grabs the large handle, giving the door a hearty shove. He's met with firm resistance. Shit. * ..... Bugger. There must be a fire escape or something... A back way in. Where do the ambulances go? |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 23 2015, 07:27 PM Post #230 |
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*Sam definitely is grateful for the extra support - he has to make sure they don't touch more than necessary, but still, Gene's proximity along with his actual physical support does help him take one step after another. However, it is a longer way than it first seemed, and by the time the sun is setting and they finally arrive at the building, Sam is feeling dizzy with exhaustion, just short of starting to stumble. It comes as a relief that they're here - and the absence of walkers fills Sam with relief. He leans against the wall and tries to steady his breathing as Gene sets to work on the door. It seems like their lucky streak is coming to an end here, however... Tiredly turning his head, Sam nods over to the corner of the large building* Somewhere 'round the back, I assume... Is this door bolted then? |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 23 2015, 10:17 PM Post #231 |
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*Gene gives the door one more rattle for luck, but it isn't budging - and a quick peer through the glass confirms his suspicions.* S'chained. If that was Ray and the others I'll give 'em a hiding. Or a medal. Dunno which yet. *He looks over to where Sam had gestured - the corner of the building where separate driveway seems to be heading. That must be it... * C'mon. *Cautiously he leads around the edge of the building, looking for any way in. The place must have shut down pretty soon after the outbreak - infected people flooded the Greater Manchester hospital, and the GPs. Eventually the place was overwhelmed and it shut its doors for good. He just hopes that if that's what this one did that it was to keep things out... And not keep things in. The thought makes Gene's stomach flop. But they have to get in there and at least see. If any bandages or antibiotics are still around this'll be the place to find them. After a moment of following the ambulance driveway they come to a fence. One with a heavy gate. The ambulance courtyard. If there's a way in, it'll be through here. They just need to get over that fence....* Hmm. I could toss you over...? *gives Sam a cheeky look, some humour managing to break through his expression* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 24 2015, 07:14 AM Post #232 |
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*Sam marches along with Gene, trying not to show just how tired he is... But it's hard. He does stumble once on the way, and when they arrive at the fence, his heart sinks. There's no way he can climb over there, not in this state... However, Gene's words make Sam snort, his gaze becoming a little less forlorn.* No chance. *Sam reaches out experimentally to test the fence in front of them - it's sturdy, shouldn't be too hard to climb... And with a bit of Gene's help, maybe... * ... What if you climb over and then help me from the other side? |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 24 2015, 08:14 PM Post #233 |
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Yeah.... *Gene looks from left to right, looking for something specific - something to climb onto. The fence isn't impossibly high, but Sam is still weak, and Gene is.... Well. He's not the lightest or most agile bloke in the world. There doesn't seem to be anything perfect, but he does spot a rather wobbly looking dustbin in the corner. Determinedly, Gene marches over to the bin and tries to drag it over to the fence while creating the least amount of noise possible.* There. I climb over, then I catch you. |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 24 2015, 09:18 PM Post #234 |
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*Sam's eyebrows shoot up as he realises what it is that Gene is dragging over to the fence - that bin doesn't exactly look like it'll carry either of their weight... But it's probably their best chance. Sam will definitely need help from both sides, and if Gene needs this as well, then he won't object.* Alright. Be careful. *As he talks, Sam throws a glance behind him - now that it's getting dark, he's getting more nervous about them being followed... it's still quiet, so hopefully there are no walkers in their vicinity, but... they can't be careful enough.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 24 2015, 10:13 PM Post #235 |
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*Gene gives the bin a concerned look before he takes a hold of the railings and starts to pull himself up onto the lid. He doesn't really like the idea of being separated from Sam for even a minute - if anything happens while Gene's on the other side, he's screwed. Doing this goes against all his instincts, but it's necessary. They need what's inside, and they need supplies. It's tricky, climbing over the fence - Gene's lost some strength from the trek carrying Sam and the lack of food and water, so pulling himself up and getting a leg over is a bit of an effort. But at last he manages. Wobbly, he perches on the top and carefully maneuvers his other leg over, then drops. His legs almost fold under him, but luckily he manages to avoid breaking anything! A quick wary look around the area and then Gene's turning, fiddling with his backpack ams extending the straps as far as they'll go. Then he flings the thing up on top of the fence, keeping hold of one strap and letting the other dangle down towards Sam. That should provide an extra hand-hold for him at least.* Alright, Tarzan. Your turn. |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 24 2015, 10:23 PM Post #236 |
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*Sam watches Gene with growing worry - he must be exhausted as well, and now this... There is a moment when Sam is convinced that Gene will lose his balance, fall over, and his heart already leaps into his throat-- But now, he's on the other side, thank God. Trying to ignore the hard pumping of his heart, Sam moves close to fence himself, already testing how firm it is with his good hand when he looks up, distracted by the rustling of.. Of the backpack. Sam looks back down and at Gene on the other side of the fence, eyes a little wide. That's... That's damn risky, and extremely strength-sapping for Gene, but also damn clever.* Right... Here we go then...! *Sam grabs onto the strap with his good hand - should he really fall, he'll need his strong hand as a last hold... And then, taking a deep breath, Sam starts to climb. And nearly immediately regrets it. His body simply isn't ready for this kind of exertion yet, but Sam still forces himself to move up, up, slowly but steadily, telling himself that it's just a stupid fence, it's not even that high... He somehow makes it all the way up - but now it's time to manoeuvre his legs across the metal... Sam is sitting astride the metal now, both his arms trembling with exhaustion, staring down at the ground. How is he supposed to do this.....?!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 24 2015, 10:38 PM Post #237 |
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*pressed flat against the fence and with his arm stretched to the limit trying to hold onto the bag strap, Gene does his best to keep still. It isn't too long before the strap goes limp and when he looks up, Sam's on top of the fence. Right. That's part one over. Dropping the rucksack to the floor, Gene does the only thing he can think of. He holds his arms out, ready to catch Sam.* Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair. |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 25 2015, 07:35 AM Post #238 |
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*Sam stares down at Gene with a mix of disbelief and exasperation - is he telling him to just let himself fall?! No, no way. Slowly, inch by inch, Sam shifts, making sure he's got his foot in a secure spot before attempting to swing his other leg over the fence. His arms are trembling badly at this point, his heart beating overtime as he slowly starts lowering himself, praying to whatever deities are left in this world that he won't fall, won't break his neck-- But then it's too much, he can't keep his grip on the fence, not with his bad arm screaming at him in pulsing agony and with his head feeling so light that it might float away any moment. He thinks he can feel Gene's hands, coming in contact with his legs, and so Sam lets go with a curse, dropping down--* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 25 2015, 06:35 PM Post #239 |
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*As Sam drops from the fence, Gene grabs at him urgently, pushing all of his strength into his arms to break Sam's fall. And for the most part he manages - stopping Sam's descent with a grunt.* Whoa... Alright? |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 25 2015, 06:49 PM Post #240 |
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*Sam is shaking in Gene's arms, nausea twisting his stomach, head feeling hot and light. This definitely was too much exhaustion so soon after the fever... Sam has overexerted himself badly.* *gasping*.... Need...... Need rest ......... *He can't push himself away from Gene, let alone stand on his own two feet - he's left weak as a kitten, leaning heavily against his partner and trying hard not to throw up the sparse contents of his stomach.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 25 2015, 11:17 PM Post #241 |
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*dammit. They need to get inside,or at least away from the fence. They can't sit down for any length of time, not where they could be spotted.* Okay, okay... 'ere, lean on me and we'll settle for the night once we're inside. Can you hang on a couple more minutes? |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 26 2015, 09:41 AM Post #242 |
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*Clinging onto Gene as far as he's able, Sam takes a few seconds to reply. He knows they have to move, get inside, but he also knows that his body is demanding that he lie down... So Sam tries to breathe deeply, to regain some control over himself. Finally, he grits out* ........ Y-yeah. *He'll do his best at least... It's all he's got left at any rate.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 26 2015, 10:23 PM Post #243 |
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*Damn, Sam sounds exhausted. Gene knows they need to get inside quickly, but there's also the nagging realisation that they don't even know what they'll find inside. What if the place is full of undead? What then?? The cogs in his head working hard, Gene looks out across the ambulance yard - and there. There's an ambulance with the back still open. If there's petrol in it they could run into it and use it to bash through the gate. Of course this strategy depends on the vehicle being driveable, but it's always an option. Shouldering Sam's arm to give him more stability, Gene looks ahead again, towards the ambulance yard doors.* Okay. Stay with me, then. *the responsibility of himself as well as Sam weighing on him, Gene pulls out his gun with his free hand and moves towards the doors determinedly. With Sam on him and in this enclosed space, the noise from a gun would be dangerous but necessary. Mentally crossing his fingers, Gene gives the doors a shove, and.... Hey presto! The left one swings open! Sighing with relief and sudden dread at what's to come next, Gene cautiously moves through the opening, senses on high alert. The corridor in front of them is dark and empty - medical supplies and instruments scattered across the floor and an eerie silence telling of the chaos that must have happened months before. Still thrumming with caution, Gene whispers to Sam. * We need to find some bandages - maybe some antibiotics or painkillers... Supplies, definitely. |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 27 2015, 09:48 AM Post #244 |
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*Sam stumbles along as best as he can, trying hard not to let his feet drag too much - the shuffling sounds too loud to his ears, potentially betraying their presence to whatever hostile creature might be around... Latent nausea still making his insides twist, Sam peers ahead into the darkness inside the hospital that presents itself to them... darkness and silence. Nothing to be heard apart from their own breathing. But that doesn't mean they're in the clear yet... Sam's eyes wander over the scattered things strewn on the floor... what a scene. It evokes the first days and weeks of the outbreak. He nods in reply to Gene, staring on ahead. Sam isn't of much use at the moment, he knows it - and this is the least he can do to try and help... Keep his eyes open... even though along with the sick feeling there's also a growing dizziness, making the world pitch slightly whenever he blinks.* *just as quietly* Wonder how much is left... *nods at the stuff on the floor* We can't be the first ones to 'ave come 'ere... |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 28 2015, 11:19 AM Post #245 |
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*Gene takes a deep breath and stands up a little taller.* Only one way to find out! *He looks up at the signpost on the wall. There are many different departments, and some are far more likely to have been looted than others. A&E is too obvious a choice. That would have been the first to go. Same with wound management and theatre. ENT, though... some people may not even have considered to loot there - eyes noses and throats are a lot less obvious but still places where drugs and medical supplies are bound to be stored. He points at the sign.* ENT. Least obvious, I'd say? Whaddya think? |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 28 2015, 11:59 AM Post #246 |
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*While Gene ponders the signs, Sam closes his eyes for a moment, hoping it will help with the spinning... but no luck. By the time he opens them again, he realises he's leaning even more heavily on Gene now than he was before. Still, he forces himself to open his mouth, to reply* Less... less likely to have corpses in it as well... let's go for it. |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 28 2015, 07:30 PM Post #247 |
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*Sam's lack of strength is worrying... But there's nothing Gene can do. He can't carry Sam now, not with all these open corridors and rooms around. He's going to need to be ready to protect Sam and engage in combat within a second's notice. Sam's going to have to cope with holding onto Gene's arm just for a little longer.* Ok. You keep a hold of me and be ready to stand back if we find any creepies. |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 28 2015, 08:04 PM Post #248 |
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*Stand back? More like 'flop back on the ground'. But Sam doesn't say that. He nods instead, trying to look stronger than he feels, to look more alert than he is. He renews his grip on Gene. * Yes, Guv. *And at that moment, he uses that title entirely without irony or humour - it simply is that kind of situation.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 28 2015, 11:41 PM Post #249 |
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Okay. *Gene squares his jaw and takes a hold of Sam with one arm, his other hand clenched around his gun. If there's time he'll switch to the knife, but this place is like a maze - he needs to be ready. They shuffle along slowly and cautiously, Gene making sure not to walk directly past any openings without looking around the corner first. And luckily the department they're after is on the ground floor. The canteen however is up some stairs - they'll have to check that out afterwards. As they approach the doors to the ENT, Gene notices a rather ominous shuffling and moaning coming from behind the glass. A Walker, it has to be. Damn. Though if it's only one... Maybe this could be a good thing. If it's prevented anyone less brave (or desperate) from entering... He peers through the glass window, but there's hardly a second before a rotting hand slams into it followed by gnashing teeth. The sound smashes the silence like a wrecking ball and Gene almost jumps out of his skin, grabbing Sam with both hands and pulling him back away from the threat. But the teeth stay where they are, behind the tough glass. Thank God. Cautiously and with his heart beating in his throat, Gene slowly approaches the window once more, carefully surveying the area behind the snarling creature. Slightly breathless, Gene speaks.* Think it's just one. Looks like it scared off the rest of the looters. Cowards! |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 29 2015, 10:23 AM Post #250 |
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*Sam does his best to keep up, to not weigh Gene down too much, but it's becoming increasingly harder not to stumble with every step he takes. All Sam wants is to lie down and close his eyes, but he forces himself onwards, just one more step, one more, one more... By the time they reach the ENT department, Sam is so out of it that he doesn't hear the telltale shuffling and moaning, he simply follows where Gene is leading them -- and then, suddenly, the inhuman screeching and snarling sends a shock through his system, and for a moment Sam thinks he can feel teeth sinking into his flesh, the flash of pain, no-- Sam only realises that he gave a startled shout of fear when he finds his mouth open and eyes wide, heart beating far too hard in his chest, his hands clinging to Gene with renewed force. Breathing heavily from the shock and... a deeper fear that seems to have lodged itself in his chest, it takes Sam a few moments before he finds his voice* ...can't... can't blame 'em...! *Because Sam knows.... sometimes one is all it takes.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 29 2015, 07:36 PM Post #251 |
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*Chest heaving still, Gene grunts in agreement. This one needs dealing with, anyway... The noise it makes could attract more, if there are any. It looks like he's going to have to take care of it. Still positioning hismelf in front of Sam between him and the zombie, Gene steers his partner over to the opposite wall snd leans him against it.* You stay there and don't move. I'll get rid of it. |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 29 2015, 07:56 PM Post #252 |
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*Sam immediately slides down the wall - there is no strength left within him to support himself on his legs. Still, he manages to raise his head to look at Gene - the shock from earlier is still pumping adrenaline through his body, and though it might not be enough to help him stand, it's more than enough to clearly see his partner now - and to clearly see the danger he's putting himself in. Sam swallows dryly, unable to tear his gaze away from Gene, even when the zombie hurtles itself against the window again, trying to get to them* ... Be careful. |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 30 2015, 12:10 AM Post #253 |
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*Gene doesn't respond - there's no point in it. Every time they come into contact with one of these things, being careful is all they can do. Gene's already tasted what can happen if you aren't. Instead, he takes his knife in hand and approaches the door, adrenaline buzzing. This isn't like being outside where you have a lot of room to manoeuvre, to retreat. Swift and clean is the only way to do this... It looks as though the door's been locked from the outside - probably to keep this pretty little thing inside. Only one thing for it - Gene bends down a little and sticks the knife in the lock, giving it an expert wiggle, ignoring the gnashing and snarling just a couple of inches away through the glass. Then with a crash, the doors fly open - faster than Gene was anticipating,and it knocks him sprawling onto his back, the knife clattering from his grip. The thing is on him in a second, Gene's hand around its throat stopping teeth from tearing at his neck. Shit, shit!! There isn't even a moment to think - Gene's body goes into automatic. Shaking and with a cry of exertion, Gene's scrabbling fingers manage to reclaim the knife from the floor and drive it straight into the side of the thing's skull. The already dead eyes gloss over and the fingers grabbing handfuls of Gene's shirt go limp - and then the stinking heap of flesh drops onto Gene's front like a sack of rotting potatoes, the weight knocking the wind from him. But he's not bitten.... Not bitten...! Not yet! The knowledge sets a rush of defiant jubilation through Gene's system and he lets his eyes close with the feel of it, a slight joyous tinge to the grimace on his face. That was bloody close...!* |
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| Sam Tyler | Apr 30 2015, 10:37 AM Post #254 |
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*His heart beating hard against his ribs, Sam watches as Gene moves forward, starts fiddling with the lock... And then, everything happens at once. Sam sees the creature already throwing itself against the door, and the next moment, both it and Gene are on the floor, and-- Oh no, oh no, please, no-- Electricty seems to surge through Sam--* NO--!! *Another moment later, and the creature collapses on top of Gene-- but Gene doesn't move. He doesn't- he isn't--!! With a flash, Sam pushes himself away from the wall, even manages to half get up on his feet. He needs to get over to Gene, he needs to-- He pushes the dead body off his partner with strength he technically doesn't even have, the shock and indescribable fear standing on his face clear as day as he grabs a fistful of Gene's coat, giving him a rough shake* Gene!! *What if he's been bitten, what if, what if--!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Apr 30 2015, 11:00 PM Post #255 |
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*Gene's in the middle of trying to gain control back of his adrenaline when he feels the thing on top of him shift - drop off to the side with a thud. For a second he thinks he may be under attack again - What if there was another one? One he hadn't seen?! And then there are hands grabbing at his coat and shaking him - a voice shouting his name...! Sam. He opens his eyes, wincing at the volume of Sam's voice and lifting his hand to try and disentangle himself from Sam's desperate grip.* I'm-I'm fine...! Bruised arse, nothing else. *He grunts, trying to push himself up into a sitting position* Nghh.... Unless you count the slightly dented ego. |
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| Sam Tyler | May 1 2015, 07:34 AM Post #256 |
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*Sam doesn't let up, however, pushing away the fabric of Gene's clothing with frantic motions to see if there's... If there's a bite anywhere... Not even Gene's own words satisfy him, he has to see for himself...! But indeed, Gene was right - there's nothing to be seen. Not even a scratch. Only once he's sure of that does Sam allow himself to exhale shakily and sit back, letting up on his partner, not even realising that he's trembling as he stares at Gene. He's okay, he's alright... But how bloody close was that...!!* ... You... Don't... Don't do that again...!! *Don't go in like that and then let a single zombie overpower you, don't give me such a fright, don't make me fear for your life like that again....!* |
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| Gene Hunt | May 1 2015, 08:53 PM Post #257 |
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*Sam's reaction is understandable... But he's fine, there's not a mark on him. His nerve is slightly shaken, but that's it. And as Sam grabs at his clothing and pulls it apart, Gene doesn't stop him. If Sam feels like he himself would seeing his partner being overwhelmed then there isn't any point in trying to stop him. Sam won't stop until he's certain. And finally he does sit back, giving Gene the space to push himself up into a proper sitting position. It wasn't Gene's intention to give Sam a scare (or himself for that matter) but he can't respond to him in that way. So he catches his breath and tries to get Sam to look at him* Don't intend to! Jesus... *looks down at the dead creature beside him, one eyebrow raised* Must've been bloody hungry to bust through a lock! |
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| Sam Tyler | May 1 2015, 09:28 PM Post #258 |
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*Remaining silent apart from his heavy breathing, Sam follows Gene's gaze. Seeing the creature up close makes him realise that it must have been here since the outbreak... Its clothes are all but gone, and the body seems to have been decaying for quite a while. So that means that no one will have touched the supplies in the room... Still looking at the zombie, Sam attempts to get up - and finds that he can't. The shaking in his hands has gotten worse, and he suddenly finds himself horribly nauseous and light-headed, a wave of heat shooting through his body, followed by a chill. Sam shudders, trying to reach out for Gene, his gaze trained in the floor in front of him. There's spots dancing in his vision - he must have used up the very last of his energy, Sam realises as the world begins to pitch - or is that his own body that is swaying...?* |
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| Gene Hunt | May 1 2015, 11:38 PM Post #259 |
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*Uh oh... Sam's gone rather pale all of a sudden, and Gene doesn't like the look of the tremor in his hands. He's going to faint if Gene doesn't do something...! * Whoa, okay... Here... *up on his knees now, Gene grabs at Sam to stop him from pitching over. This has got to be the results of the fever, the exhaustion. It's not the virus coming back, it's not. Carefully, Gene pulls Sam back into a sitting position and places a hand in the back of his neck, shoving his head down between his legs. It might be uncomfortable to sit with his head so low, but Gene knows it should get the blood back where it needs to be.* Slow breaths and keep your head down. It'll pass in a sec, just let yourself breathe... |
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| Sam Tyler | May 2 2015, 12:04 PM Post #260 |
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*Sam grunts with discomfort as Gene starts to adjust his position, but he does appreciate the help - the physical contact, Gene being so close to him, it helps Sam to concentrate on breathing slowly and steadily, allows him to close his eyes. Still, Sam is weaker now than he was before, and shivers are going through his body near constantly now. He can't help but lean into Gene's touch, rely on him for support... Still feeling nauseous, he mumbles* ... I can't... can't go any further... |
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| Gene Hunt | May 2 2015, 04:50 PM Post #261 |
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*Gene curses inwardly. This is just what they need... Sam seemed to be doing okay, but now he can't even stand up. This isn't good.* Okay... *there's no other choice. Gene's going to have to carry him again. It's not the best idea in such an enclosed space, but he's not leaving Sam on his own, not for a second. With a grunt, Gene bends down and pushes an arm under Sam's legs and hooks his other one around Sam's back, lifting him up into his arms.* Ngh... You stay awake... I'll find us somewhere to hole up for a while... |
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| Sam Tyler | May 2 2015, 07:28 PM Post #262 |
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*Gene's hands chance positions, and then the world around Sam shifts, eliciting a small sound of surprise and panic from him, before he realises that Gene has just picked him up. His head comes to rest against Gene's shoulder, and for a few seconds he can hear his partner's heartbeat - fast, working overtime, struggling to cope with the exertion. He's too far gone to feel any guilt. And Gene is telling him to stay awake... but falling asleep seems like such a good idea right now... Still, Sam tries to follow Gene's order, blinking his drooping eyes open* .... just.... just need t'rest... a bit.... *More than a bit - his head feels so strange, his limbs are numb and weak - he needs some proper rest.* |
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| Gene Hunt | May 2 2015, 11:45 PM Post #263 |
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*logically, Gene knows that Sam needs to sleep - that doing so will probably make all the difference in giving Sam his strength back. But unsurprisingly, Gene feels anxious at that thought. Last time Sam fell asleep, Gene was certain he'd never wake up again. He watched Sam's pale face, his chest slowly rising and falling, doomed to stop at any moment. And even though it seems like Sam's free from the virus, Gene can't help that little nagging doubt - What if it isn't? What if this time Sam really doesn't wake up? Torn, Gene whispers to Sam as he carries him through the doorway and into the next room. * You can rest in a minute, alright? Once I've cleaned you up a bit you can have a good old kip... *cautiously, Gene turns another corner, and another - making sure to check for threats before continuing. There's a reception area, an x-ray room, a waiting room.... And ahh! There we go - a proper treatment room! There's a glass window with a curtain on the other side - but luckily the curtain is pulled away and Gene's able to look in before taking action - and it's empty. Perfect.* Fandabbydozy. *using his elbow to turn the handle, Gene backs into the room and uses his leg to push the door closed behind them. And thank God, there's a bed! a bed with a thin blanket, but a blanket it is. With a sigh of relief, Gene carries Sam over to it and carefully places him down on it.* |
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| Sam Tyler | May 3 2015, 07:26 AM Post #264 |
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*Sam gives an incomprehensible mutter in response to Gene's whispering, fighting (and steadily losing against) the urge to just let go, to fall asleep. His stomach is still clenching with nausea, though it's not gotten any worse, so that's something... Sam doesn't know how much time passes, but it seems sudden when he's shifted again, and soon after that feels something solid underneath his back. He opens his eyes - he'd not realised he'd closed them - to look up at Gene, to see where they are, but they almost immediately fall shut again. It's been too much, the day's treck, getting into the hospital, the fight just now... Sam's body is shutting down rapidly. He exhales with a sigh, shifting minutely on the bed. He's seconds away from falling asleep now...* |
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| Gene Hunt | May 3 2015, 10:33 PM Post #265 |
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*Gene realises it's a lost battle - Sam's just too tired to stay awake. And maybe he SHOULD let Sam sleep, despite his reservations. Gene'll just have to be brave... He sighs, brushing his fingers across Sam's forehead. He's not hot any more, and his brow is dry. At least the fever hasn't returned. He doesn't know what he'd do if that happened. * Okay... You just rest here then. I'll patch you up. And we'll stay here 'til you're strong enough to move on. Okay? *without waiting for an answer, Gene turns and begins rummaging in the cupboards and drawers. There's a lot of crap - forms and needles and rubber tourniquets .... But then - aha! Bandages - bingo. Disinfectant - double bingo. Sticky tape - triple ding ding ding! They're damned lucky that this place hasn't been looted. Gene supposes they have their dead friend to thank for that! Gathering everything he needs, Gene lays it all dien next to Sam and starts to get to work, pouring a little Disinfectant onto a cloth and wiping if very gently around the wound.* Just gonna keep all them nasties out of there... |
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| Sam Tyler | May 4 2015, 08:12 AM Post #266 |
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*Sam is already slipping away, moving his head minutely in Gene's direction as his fingers brush across his forehead... However, the sting of the disinfectant rouses Sam a little, a small groan of discomfort escaping him as he twitches, moves a little. After a few moments, though, he settles down again, breathing out slowly. And then, he really is gone, exhaustion pulling him down into a deep slumber.* |
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| Gene Hunt | May 4 2015, 09:12 PM Post #267 |
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*And that's it - Sam's gone. Asleep. And while Gene knows it's a good thing, it doesn't stop him from feeling quite suddenly alone. The hospital room is eerily quiet, the only sounds the soft huff of Sam's breathing. And if things'd gone differently there wouldn't even be that. Taking a deep breath, Gene pushes those thoughts from his mind and tries to occupy the silence with a bit of internal Whittaker. It's been so long since he's heard those songs, but he can still remember every note. Gently, he dabs the bite itself, cleaning the dried blood and dirt from the wound. It looks angry still, but it's definitely starting to close up. That's a good sign. Next, he dabs disinfectant over the cuts and seals them away under a sticking bandage. It's a reasonably large pad he has to stick over it, but it's a relief to see a wash of white instead of the red and pink splotches. Hopefully now that's the last they'll have to worry about the actual wound... At least for now. Finally, Gene's able to flop down into a chair and close his eyes. There's only one bed, and he's not going to disturb Sam by trying to squash in. And he's not going to try and go looking for supplies and leave Sam alone, not for a second. So while Sam's safe and sleeping, he'll try and be the same. He'll rest up and wait for Sam to come back to him. Food will have to come later...* |
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| Sam Tyler | May 5 2015, 01:19 PM Post #268 |
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*Sam doesn't react to Gene's further ministrations anymore, having fallen into a deep, and for the time being dreamless sleep. It's all caught up with him - the fever, recovering, making it to the hospital, the shock of the attack on Gene... and the exhaustion that has piled up all these months. Hours after hours pass, Sam sleeping soundly through the night. And he probably would be sleeping through half the day too, if in the early hours of the morning the dreams didn't start up. He'd rolled onto his side during the course of the night, but now the highly unpleasant sensation, the knowledge that he is being followed, preyed upon, in mortal danger, is making Sam twitch, and then causing him to roll onto his back, his face pulling into a frown.* |
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| Gene Hunt | May 5 2015, 11:01 PM Post #269 |
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*Every little sound and every little movement that Sam makes causes Gene to wake up in his chair, his hand automatically reaching for his weapon. Seems like he's become twitchier over the last few days. Cursing the walkers for doing this to them, Gene's hand relaxes from the handle of his gun and returns to his uneasy rest. A little later though, Gene wakes again with a start - What is it now? Walkers? Looters? But no. Sam's just turned over, the bed creaking as he did. But something stops Gene from closing his eyes again... Frowning himself, Gene looks closer... And sees that look on his partner's face. Like distrust and paranoia. The kind of look Sam gets when they sense danger nearby... A nightmare...? It's not surprising, considering. In a whisper, Gene calls out* Gladys, you still sleeping? |
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| Sam Tyler | May 6 2015, 02:28 PM Post #270 |
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*Sam doesn't respond - at least not consciously. There is a soft grunt of discomfort, his head rolling to the other side... He's trapped, trapped in one moment, a horrifying, sickening grimace overimposed on his mind, gaping jaws, rotten flesh, inhuman noises, howling, snarling, flying at him-- Sam's body tenses, his hands rolling into tightly-clenched fists, and the expression of tense anticipation becomes more apparent. However-- -- flying at him, and he can't move, why can't Sam move? He's rooted to the spot, and any moment now those teeth will sink into his skin, ripping out his throat, there, now--! Sam inhales sharply, jerks, but doesn't wake up yet, caught in this nightmare-- -- tearing at his skin, there's blood, Sam can feel it, but he still can't move, has to let this creature kill him, and Gene-- Gene--* |
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| Gene Hunt | May 6 2015, 10:38 PM Post #271 |
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*Right... Still sleeping, then... And definitely a nightmare. His heart throbbing with concern, Gene stands and walks the few steps over to Sam on the bed, placing his hands on Sam's face and stroking with his thumbs* Sam... S'me, it's Gene. You're dreaming. C'mon now, wake up. *Don't think about how this could be the virus returning, the fever returning. Don't think of it.* |
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| Sam Tyler | May 7 2015, 06:22 AM Post #272 |
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*Sam jerks again when Gene touches him, the touch coinciding with his dream far too horribly to register as something safe, something that might get him out. He opens his mouth, moaning in protest, but not yet waking up, not quite... Tearing, ripping, biting again and again, eating him - from the outside and then the inside as well, Sam can feel it, every horrible detail of it, the virus making its destructive way through his body-- Sam tries to shake his head, tries to get away from the sensations, starting to thrash where he's lying, kicking out and nearly hitting Gene in the process.* |
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| Gene Hunt | May 7 2015, 11:22 PM Post #273 |
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*reactions sluggish as they are, Gene barely misses being hit in the face by Sam.* Oi!! *now more focused, Gene takes a hold of Sam again, giving him a short sharp shake - he needs to wake Sam up! Before he hurts himself! And Sam doesn't deserve to be this scared - especially after what he's been through already.* Sam! You're alright, you're okay! Wake UP!! |
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| Sam Tyler | May 8 2015, 08:55 PM Post #274 |
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*Sam chokes and flinches , and then suddenly his eyes fly open and he's breathing hard, staring up at Gene. What he first sees is a big blurry shape, towering over him, holding him in an iron grip - like the creature. And in that first moment, Sam's instinct is to shy away, to break free, to run. Then his mind becomes clearer, as does his vision... and he realises it's Gene. Gasping as though he's just run a marathon, Sam stares up at his partner, his good hand having grabbed a hold of Gene's arm. He's speechless, simply trying to catch his breath and disentangle his mind from the dream and get it back into the real world.* |
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| Gene Hunt | May 9 2015, 10:55 PM Post #275 |
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*Gene holds strong as Sam snaps out of his nightmare, keeping himself as calm as he can and speaking in a hushed voice. It's clear his partner is disorientated... * Sam, Sam it's me. It's Gene, it's the Guv. You're fine, you're safe. We're locked in, there's nothing in here but us. Okay? |
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| Sam Tyler | May 10 2015, 08:38 PM Post #276 |
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*Sam doesn't say anything for a good few seconds, his wide eyes locked on Gene's, his breathing going far too fast. Then, quiet suddenly, he lets his head fall back, forcing himself to exhale slowly as he nods, closing his eyes for a moment. When he opens them again, they're less wild, less... Haunted.* ... Yeah. *A beat, then -* Nightmare. Sorry. *His breathing still hasn't calmed down properly, but he's getting there... Looking AT Gene is helping the images fade away, root him further in the waking world... Christ, but what a nightmare that was.* |
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| Gene Hunt | May 10 2015, 10:23 PM Post #277 |
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*Gene smiles a touch in relief - at least Sam seems to be back with him now.* Oh psshh, no 'sorry' necessary. We're in the middle of the sodding apocalypse - nightmares are to be expected by now. *the dreams are bound to have made Sam's sleep less restful than it should have been, though... His body still needs to recover. The bandage should help protect against infection, but there are other things to consider. Sam's going to need water. And food. At least that's one thing he can do. Giving Sam one more concerned look, Gene turns and starts rummaging in his bag* Bad one, was it? *pulls out one of the tins he still has* |
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| Sam Tyler | May 11 2015, 08:38 PM Post #278 |
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*Sam can't bring himself to smile in return - he's too shaken up still, the images too vivid in his mind. He tries to relax, but it just doesn't work, and now his hand has found its way up to the bite, feeling the plaster Gene put there. Sam can't recall him doing that, though... He must have been asleep by that time already. Still somewhat drowsy, despite the sudden awakening, Sam now realises that Gene asked him a question. Focusing on his partners' back (what is he rummaging for?), Sam nods.* ...yeah. Felt... Felt real. *As he speaks, Sam unconsciously starts kneading at the wound, thinks he can feel it throb... Surely part of it must be phantom pain, but... It's still disconcerting. Frightening. Distractedly, Sam licks at his lips, and only then realises just how thirsty he is. His throat feels completely parched, and now that he's aware of that, he can also feel a headache coming on... * *mutters, believing that Gene went exploring while Sam was asleep* Did you find anythin'? Food, water...? *Or a message from the others... * |
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| Gene Hunt | May 11 2015, 10:31 PM Post #279 |
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*Gene takes a breath and shakes his head at Sam's question, wrenching the pull-lid off the can he's holding.* Haven't been out to look yet - m'not leaving you while you're conked out, am I! I'll go poke about once I know you're more than 1% awake. Rummaging in the bag again, Gene produces a spoon and holds both it and the can out to Sam. It's been way too long since Sam ate, and it's no wonder that he's feeling weak and tired. Even if he still doesn't feel hungry, he needs to get something down him... * 'Ere. Get what you can of that inside you. Should give your skinny gut something to do. |
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| Sam Tyler | May 13 2015, 06:41 PM Post #280 |
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... oh. *Sam coughs, then - his throat is so dry that talking is difficult... Then he realises that Gene is holding out a can of food towards him. His stomach gives an uncomfortable twinge at the sight of it, and it takes Sam a moment before he slowly pushes himself up until he's sitting on the bed, shifting so that his back is resting against the wall. Only then does he reach out to take the tin and spoon off Gene. He wants to say that Gene didn't have to wait - that he should have used the time... but the truth is that he knows that he himself wouldn't have done it any other way. He wouldn't have been able to leave his partner alone and unguarded either. So Sam remains silent and turns his attention to the food, trying to convince himself that he can eat, even as he takes the first spoon-full of canned spaghetti. And realises that he'll need to be very, very slow about this. So he digs the spoon in once more, but looks up to ask* No unwanted visitors then either? |
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| Gene Hunt | May 13 2015, 10:45 PM Post #281 |
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*Gene tries to make sure he doesn't watch Sam too intensely - he needs Sam to eat, not to be freaked out by over-mothering.* Nope. You didn't miss any fun, don't worry. Seems pretty deserted so far. *of course, that includes the rest of their party. He hasn't heard a thing from outside, be it zombie or regular person. They've moved on, that much is evident. He and Sam truly are on their own.* ....We'll need to find water... Huge building like this there's bound to be some somewhere. There'll be staff rooms for each department, and that means water coolers. |
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| Sam Tyler | May 14 2015, 07:03 PM Post #282 |
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*looks down at his can* Mmh. *Of course he as well understands the subtext - the others aren't here anymore. That's... Yes , that is disheartening. But at the same time, and even in the state he's in at the moment (thirsty, slightly nauseous, still insanely tired) , Sam can't help but feel strangely optimistic. Or maybe practical, rather. The group having moved on merely means that he and Gene will have to move on as well. Even without the map, they should be able to find their way... And if Sam recovers halfway, he won't be useless anymore, he'll be able to defend himself... ... No. Not if. When. When he recovers. Eating another spoonful of spaghetti, chewing even more carefully and thoroughly than usual, Sam remains silent for a little while before saying* The dust hasn't been disturbed too badly either... At least not around 'ere. Doesn't look like there's been many looters. *without looking up, Sam adds* You should go' ave a look around as soon as possible... *Because, while Sam really doesn't want to be alone right now, he knows that finding supplies is the most pressing matter at hand. Plus, he's so insanely thirsty that he's finding it hard to swallow down his third spoon. He needs to drink, and soon... * |
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| Gene Hunt | May 15 2015, 11:09 PM Post #283 |
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*reluctantly, Gene agrees. They need water, and while he doesn't want to leave Sam he might have to, to keep him alive. And the sooner he goes, the sooner they both can rehydrate and the sooner Sam can recover. Gene knows that he himself can't go too much longer without water, and he's sure Sam can't either. * No time like the present then, I s'pose. *psyching himself up, Gene bends back down and begins emptying his bag to make room. If he does manage to find anything, he's going to have to be able to carry it.* You finish that. *nods at the can* I'll bring back what I can find. |
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| Sam Tyler | May 16 2015, 07:08 AM Post #284 |
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*Sam feels relief wash over him as Gene gets up and starts emptying his backpack - he'd been afraid Gene would argue, would want to stay with him... And while Sam would vastly prefer that, obviously, there is a need that overshadows that feeling: The need to reassure Gene that he won't need protecting at all times. But then, of course, there's also the nagging worry of whether or not Gene will encounter more walkers... He must be dehydrated and hungry as well, he's in no state to fight... In response to Gene, Sam nods,though be knows be won't be able to finish his meal... Unless Gene manages to bring back water.* Do my best. ... Don't get into fights you can't win. |
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| Gene Hunt | May 16 2015, 08:41 PM Post #285 |
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*snorts with a smirk, shrugging the now much lighter rucksack onto his back* What're you talking about? I win every time! *gives Sam a serious look for a moment* You barricade the door behind me. Don't open it for anything that groans. *pauses, reconsidering his words* ..... Anything that groans outside of the bed, anyway. *hand on the doorhandle, Gene asks one last thing.* You gonna be okay? |
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| Sam Tyler | May 16 2015, 08:50 PM Post #286 |
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*Sam isn't in the mood for jokes like these, but when Gene turns serious, he forgets his snarky response and nods instead.* Of course. *Sam sets down his food and slides off the bed, hesitating for a moment, his legs still feeling wobbly and his head threatening to go light and spinning again. But the moment passes, and Sam looks up at Gene, giving him another nod.* ...yeah. *He'll do his best, at any rate. His best not to panic, not to worry about Gene every second he's gone. This is the world they live in now, and even though it's hard to get used to... He has to do it. He can't be weighing Gene down any more than he already is.* |
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| Gene Hunt | May 17 2015, 12:09 AM Post #287 |
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*seeing Sam push himself onto slightly wobbly legs ready to barricade the door both reassures and concerns Gene. At least Sam's taking his advice, though the fact that he's still unsteady isn't great... But Gene can't worry about that now. He needs to go so he can get back as quick as possible. * Okay. I'll be back in a tick. *and if he's not.... Sam'll know what to do. Carry on, survive. A deep breath, one last look at Sam and he's gone, out of the door with his knife in hand. Hyper aware as he makes his slow way down the dark corridors, Gene heads towards the various likely departments. Water is the priority, but anything they can use he'll pilfer. The wound department is a write-off. The floor in front of the doors is slick with blood, scuffle marks creating an abstract pattern and leading into the waiting room like a morbid red carpet. It's clear that there was a surge of activity here, and Gene's gut tells him that going any further would be a bad idea. Up a flight of stairs he manages to find a supply closet that hasn't yet been fully raided. Plasters, sterile needles, suture thread... All things they may need at some point. In the bag they go. Up another flight of stairs and things start to feel a little more dangerous. Moans echo down the hallways but thankfully don't come closer. He has to take down a couple of stragglers, but apart from those the creatures seem to be trapped. At last, on the highest floor Gene finds what he's looking for. By being stealthy and quiet he's made his way past the point of any other looter, from the look of it. Sterile water, bottled in plain plastic containers. It's the jackpot. Heart beating hard and with a growing feeling that this is too good to be true, Gene packs as many bottles info his bag as he can and carries on. Another four zombies put down and Gene's strength flagging dangerously, he finally finds some instant noodles in a nurse's station, along with chocolate, some rotten fruit and tinned orange segments. It's not a lot, but it's time he turned back. Every second he spends this far up in the building feels like one more second he's pushing his luck. Fighting his way back down through two more stragglers is a lot harder with a full load on his back, and being stealthy is more tricky with the extra bulk... But finally Gene finds himself back at Sam's room, knocking softly but urgently on the door. He doesnt want to stay out here so exposed much longer...!* |
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| Sam Tyler | May 17 2015, 07:44 PM Post #288 |
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*Sam nods, the motion terse despite his best efforts. They don't know what the situation is like in the upper levels... God Gene, please be careful... He says nothing, though, as Gene closes the door - and the next moment wishes he had. He wishes he'd said "I love you." Because these days, it can't be said often enough... and what happened to him is still too present. But Gene is gone now, and Sam hurries to lock the door. Then he pushes a chair over to the door to block the handle with, before sinking down on the floor, breathing harder than he'd like. Going back to bed is an extremely alluring thought... but he would be visible from the window. If someone were to come in, they'd see him immediately... he can't have that. So Sam just crawls over to retrieve his can of noodles, along with the blanket and pillow, then takes his place below the window and next to the door again. This should do... And so, Sam waits. He's tired, he's slightly nauseaus, and all he wants to do is sleep and sleep and sleep... But he can't. The slightest noise from outside startles Sam badly, sets his heart racing. Once or twice, he thinks he can hear moans and shrieks, but he really, really hopes he's just imagining. Sam doesn't know how much time passes - his watch stopped working several weeks ago, and he's only wearing it out of habit - but, quite suddenly, there's a soft knock on the door. Flinching from the sound, Sam turns his head, almost reaches out for the handle - but then, he hesitates. What if... If this is someone else, a looter, trying to lure him out... and looking through the window would get him noticed immediately... no, he has to be careful. So Sam calls out, quietly* Gene...? |
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| Gene Hunt | May 17 2015, 11:12 PM Post #289 |
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*huffs a little relieved laugh in response - at least Sam's awake to open the door.* No, it's Father Christmas. Now hurry up and let me in! *and while that was a joke, Gene doesn't feel it's far off the truth. The water he's managed to find? Better than Christmas by a long shot, and he's sure Sam's agree.* |
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| Sam Tyler | May 18 2015, 06:27 AM Post #290 |
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*The relief washing over him makes Sam's knees go so weak that he's nearly unable to get up. But he does, pushing the chair out of the way and unlocking the door quickly, letting Gene inside. And God, the sight of him... Sam has to stamp down on the urge to just throw himself at his partner and hug the hell out of him. But the less physical contact they have the better, Sam has to keep reminding himself... So he crosses his arms as though to hold them back as he sits back down, eyes widening slightly at the bulging backpack on Gene's back.* Found a stash then, have you? |
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| Gene Hunt | May 18 2015, 11:00 PM Post #291 |
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*Gene notices the way Sam hugs himself as he enters the room - it's as though he's trying his best not to step forward and reach out to him. And while Gene knows Sam's reason for keeping his distance, the lack of any contact after his mission makes his heart ache a little. Shrugging it off as best as he can, Gene heads straight for the bed and empties his haul out onto the thin mattress. These bottles of water found be the difference between life and death, and the fact that he was the first looter to brave the top floor and find them? Gene's heart is still pumping with pride and adrenaline at that. * At least this should keep us from shrivelling up like last year's raisins for a bit! |
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| Sam Tyler | May 19 2015, 06:29 AM Post #292 |
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...! *So much water. That's more than they ever found as a group. Sam gets up again from his position on the floor to make his way over to the bed, snatching up a bottle.* Bloody hell... How was there still so much left...?! *Sam unscrews the bottle - he can't hold back, his mouth feels like parched paper, his throat is scratchy, he needs to drink...!! Still, he manages to hold back enough to drink at a sensible speed; taking small sips instead of gulping down large amounts and potentially upsetting his stomach. And God.... It feels like heaven. His head gives a throb, a last protestation over the dehydration, and then Sam simply revels in the feeling of cool liquid trickling down his throat and into his stomach.* |
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| Gene Hunt | May 19 2015, 10:52 PM Post #293 |
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*Gene turns from re-barricading the door, pleased to see Sam gulping down the life-giving water. He needs that, clearly. And Gene does too. Reaching out to unscrew a bottle of his own, Gene takes a generous swig. His parched throat and dry mouth practically sing at the relief before he breaks off to answer Sam's question.* Went to the top floor. There were a few walkers up there, moaning their heads off. Must have scared all the other looters off. Cowards. |
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| Sam Tyler | May 21 2015, 10:06 AM Post #294 |
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*Despite being careful and trying to take his time, Sam still has made it through half the bottle when he sets it down, panting slightly. God this... This is the best feeling he's experienced in a long time (apart from the feeling of being alive when he should be dead). * Right... Makes sense. Not everyone's desperate enough to attack them. *pauses, a frown appearing on his face* ... It's not enough of them to for a hoarde though, yeah? *If there are too many up there, and if they become agitated by Gene's the exploring, then they might get into trouble... * |
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| Gene Hunt | May 21 2015, 10:18 PM Post #295 |
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*shakes his head, mouth full of water once again. After a moment he swallows and wipes his sleeve across his mouth.* Naah. There's a fair few, but they're all divided. It'd take a fair bit of shit luck for 'em to gather together. *finally gives Sam a proper up-and-down look.* How're you feeling then? Any better? |
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| Sam Tyler | May 22 2015, 11:46 AM Post #296 |
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*Sam exhales in relief as he hears that - so they'll be safe here for a good while longer... that's good, that's very good. He sits down on the bed, looking down at his bottle. He could drain it right here and now, but he knows that he has to restrain himself. Water like this is precious. He'll just have to pace himself. In reply to Gene, he says* A little. *raises one hand to press it against his own forehead* Doesn't feel like I've got a fever... but I'd like to get a bit more sleep before we move on. *looks up and at Gene in a slightly insecure way* D'you think it's safe? To stay 'ere another few hours? *And then, he remembers--* The others. Did you find anythin'...? |
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| Gene Hunt | May 22 2015, 11:33 PM Post #297 |
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*While Gene knows that to stand any chance of catching up with the others they should head out again asap, he agrees with Sam that sleep is probably more important right now. Even if they set out now it wouldn't do any good if they were too tired to notice a threat coming.* No sign of 'em. They've clearly been and gone... Which is good. Means they took me seriously. They're respecting their new leaders and... Moving on. *He says this with a tinge of sadness. It really is good that they've pulled themselves up and carried on, but at the same time that means they've really left without him. They really think both he and Sam are dead. He takes a deep breath, trying to wash away the oncoming feeling of sadness and keep the feeling of self-congratulation going for a little longer - it's not often that happiness finds them in this life, and he's got to try and take it while it's there. He gives Sam a slight smile, trying to summon one in his partner too with a jibe* We'll go when you've had all the beauty sleep you need. Should be what, a thousand years? |
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| Sam Tyler | May 23 2015, 09:08 AM Post #298 |
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*Sam can't help it, he slumps slightly at the news. It was silly to think, to hope that they would still be there, loyally waiting for their Guv... But Gene is right, all in all that is a good sign. Much better than them still being here in the form of walkers, at any rate. The thought makes Sam shudder and grip his bottle a little bit tighter. It could happen so easily. Why it didn't happen to him, he probably will never know. Gene's words pull Sam out of his thoughts and he huffs, tilting his head slightly with a wry little smile.* Feels like it. *rubs at his eyes tiredly - he did get a few hours of sleep, but it hasn't been enough yet, he can feel it clearly... He needs more rest. A lot more. He can't tell that Gene though... They can't stay here forever.* Guess I better try and catch some more z's... *nods over to the can of food - he didn't manage to finish it all, but he did get down about half of it.* I'll finish that later. *Normally, he'd offer Gene the leftovers... But the lingering threat of the infection makes Sam think twice. If what carries it is saliva, eating from the same can as Sam could be Gene's death sentence.* |
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| Gene Hunt | May 24 2015, 12:32 AM Post #299 |
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Detective Chief Inspector
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*Gene'd had a suspicion that Sam hadn't finished the can of food, but it looks like he's at least given it a good go. And with food and water in him, hopefully that should be enough to set Sam right. And sleep. Sleep is the other thing he needs.* Alright. Sleep first then finish that off. You need to recover the energy. *Gene knows that he himself could also do with a nap and some food - so he bends, picking out a packet of crisps they'd found. Best to save the good food for when they really need it. Through a mouthful, he nods at the single bed. Sam's already expressed his concerns about the two of them being close, but surely just sleeping together would be okay...?* Mind if I squidge in there for a few hours? |
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| Sam Tyler | May 24 2015, 09:33 AM Post #300 |
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Gladys
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*Sam's already started to clear their loot off the bed, when Gene's question makes him pause. And the fact that he can't nod vigorously, that he can't just pull Gene in with him as a way of answering, it mak s his chest ache and his throat go tight. He doesn't want Gene to have to leave all the good things to him. He wants Gene to be close. As close as possible. He doesn't want Gene to die. Well aware of the fact that the silence is stretching on for a few seconds already, Sam raises his hand to his now bandaged wound, as if to probe it. Gene disinfected it... So he's basically been in contact with it... It should put Sam's mind at ease, but still, still, there's lingering fear. In the end, though, his need not to be a burden and his wish to make things easier for Gene win out. Not to mention the fact that the prospect of physical proximity like this is making his skin tingle. So Sam finally nods.* Sure. Go ahead. *His voice betrays some of his concerns, but he means it.* |
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