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| Topic Started: Mar 9 2015, 11:45 PM (7,963 Views) | |
| Gene Hunt | Mar 9 2015, 11:45 PM Post #1 |
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*Four months have gone by since the first case broke out. Four months since their lives all turned upside down. London fell first, then Manchester afterwards. Gene'll forever be proud of that. All those posh hoity-toity Southerners, coming up 'ere, bringing their diseases! But it's nothing to laugh about, not really. The virus spreads fast, claiming every city, town and village in the country. Nowhere is safe, or so the radio says. Stay in your houses, lock the doors, don't go out for any reason. But of course that instantly sent everyone into a panic, and now the roads are clogged with abandoned and burnt out vehicles, unpassable even with Gene's extensive knowledge of the city's backstreets. They were all in the station when it went down - reports of crazed citizens biting and savaging other members of the public. News reports from London had prepared them all for what was to come, but seeing it in the flesh was another thing altogether. Mrs Peterson from the local offie, knawing on Mr Sajib's leg like a chicken drumstick, blood everywhere... They knew they'd have to put her down, but shooting at a familiar face, eyes white and mouth red, hissing and gargling coming from her throat? Nobody could have been ready for that. They did what they could with the resources the had until finally the city collapsed and chaos took over. Looting and fires, death and destruction were everywhere. People fleeing to the country, people arriving fleeing from the country, people barricading themselves indoors, camping out on rooftops... It was like something from a film. With half of the force already bitten and turned, the remaining police had no choice but to lock themselves in the station and sit it out for a while. And though he hated sitting about and waiting, Gene had to admit that the station was the best place for them to be. There were secure areas like the cells, a canteen with a mostly full larder. Enough storeys for them to watch the city and stairs for when the power finally was cut to the lift. The power switching off was part of what finally did it. The fridge and freezer warmed, ruining half of the already dwindling food supplies. Everybody had known that the station couldn't be a permanent fortress from the horrors outside, and it was now time to venture out. The running water went with the electricity, and people were needing to go out on food and water collections. That lasted a couple more weeks until finally the lack of supplies began to turn people on each other. Then they hear the battery operated radio crackle. Salvation, a fortified camp up north. Only a few hours drive on a clear motorway, but with no vehicle it'd take weeks to walk it. More, considering the slow and cautious pace they'd have to take. But with supplies running low and morale at breaking point, it was a risk they'd have to take. Appointing himself leader (as if anyone would have objected) and Sam as second on command, Gene posed an ultimatum. Anyone who wanted to fight for a chance to survive could join him. Anyone who wanted to waste away in this godforsaken building could starve to death on their own. What was left of CID and a few other officers accepted, filling their police rucksacks with as much bottled water and canned food as they could reasonably take from the others, guns - lots of guns, and set off, bound for the various shops they needed things from. Pop up tents, knives, more weapons, toothpaste, matches... Anything of use. A few fell during the mission, but mostly the run was a success, lasting a few days with them using a shop as a Base. And now, Gene walks next to Sam as they navigate their way through yet another car-obstructed road. They're out of Manchester now, but the shelter is still weeks away. Progress has been slow. Humans have turned out to be just as dangerous as the bloody zombies so far - ambushing anyone they could for supplies. Vince was bitten on the leg not far out of the city. It took 12 hours for the fever to finally finish him off, and then another whole five minutes for Gene to pull himself together enough to strike the final blow. He won't have one of his own walking around like one of those monsters. With their slowly diminishing group in tow, they keep walking. Night'll be setting in soon... Two hours or so and it'll be dark. Gene turns to Sam, chin peppered with stubble and dirt smudged on his face, voice rough with the effort of keeping his legs moving* S'gonna get dark soon... Should try to find somewhere to sleep. *looks past his partner at the dark abandoned houses on one side of the street, focusing on the one at the end - more windows for escape routes that way. * Think Mr and Mrs Undead'll mind if we squat for the night? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 4 2015, 11:37 PM Post #401 |
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*As Sam moves and gets his feet under him Gene feels a simultaneous flash of relief and also dread. The fact that Sam can stand, however unsteadily, is fantastic. But now that he's clearly awake, the bastards holding him captive will be more tempted to hurt him. Before he can do anything though, Sam is yanked from him by one set of hands while two more sets grip at his own arms. They're going to be separated..! This can't be happening! For a moment Gene thinks the pig comment must be to do with his previous job - he's heard that old nickname many a time in his years as a police officer. But then he realises there's no way they could know what he and Sam did before. So why....? In the depths of his mind an answer forms - but it's too horrible. That can't be it, it's too horrific to even put it words. Gritting his teeth and digging his heels into the ground, Gene pulls back against the men yanking him towards the centre of the room. Whatever they're going to do to him, he's not just going to take it without a fight.* Do you ever talk anything other than compete shit?! You want us to cooperate, open your mouth and give us some bloody answers! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 5 2015, 07:11 AM Post #402 |
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*Robbed of Gene's steadying presence, a wave of dizziness hits Sam as he's pulled away from Gene, his arms yanked behind his back, but that doesn't stop him struggling, to try and yank free of the iron grip, but he's still weak, even with the adrenaline. But as he watches Gene being dragged over to the centre of the room, as he hears the back and forth... Sam as well is beginning to come to a conclusion, but his mind is too clouded still to give him a clear answer. It sends dread through him still, however - makes him struggle harder, makes him shout* Don't you - don't you touch 'im, leave 'im alone...!! *But nobody listens to Sam. His guard merely renews his grip on Sam, twisting his arms that little bit more, making Sam arch his back with the sudden pain, his eyes squeezed shut. Despite Gene's resistance, the two men manage to yank him with them, until they're standing in front of the tall man. Now that Gene is so close to him, he'll see that, while the man seems somewhat gangly, he is very muscular, his large hands covered by tattered black gloves. "Cooperate? We don't need your cooperation, we already have it," he says pleasantly, as though he's discussing a contract. "Now, undress, please." Gene's two guards both immediately start tugging at Gene's coat, wanting to speed things up. By now, the heavy patter of rain on the flat metal roof is creating quite a racket.* Edited by Sam Tyler, Jul 5 2015, 08:28 AM.
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 5 2015, 08:21 AM Post #403 |
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*Gene's attention switches to Sam - his shout. God, this is a mess! He struggles against the men holding him, but in his weakened state he's no match for their strength. And as he's ordered to undress his fear rises. He's confused, hurting and scared for both himself and Sam - and this odd, perverted request does nothing to calm him down. Angrily he shoves at the men, trying to keep his coat on his shoulders. He's not going to bloody undress for them like some piece of meat on show!!* Get your hands off me RIGHT now or I swear to God...!!! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 5 2015, 08:39 AM Post #404 |
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*It's no use - it's evident that the men have done this before, and all Gene gets for his troubles is a punch to the side of his face. One of the men restrains Gene and forces him to extend his arms when needed while the other pulls off his coat, carelessly dropping it on the floor. Things start getting trickier then, so a third man comes to help the other two, holding Gene in a firm grip while the other man starts ripping open his shirt, not even bothering to undo the buttons. Sam is watching all this with mounting horror and anger, and his struggles increase, he starts to kick out, squirming and twisting, attempting to hit his captor, to break free* Don't-- don't you dare-- stop this at once--!! |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 5 2015, 09:51 AM Post #405 |
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*Gene reels with the punch, the cut on his face reopening with the force. He snarls, elbowing backwards as violently as he can, but it's no use - his shirt is ripped open, buttons scattering on the ground. The group's intentions suddenly feel even more dangerous - What the hell do they need him undressed for!?* You sick bastards!! Want an eyeful, do you? Want a good show!? *Gene struggles again, trying to aim a headbutt at the man in front of him. Sam's guard laughs as he feels the slimmer man twist and shout - like he's going to be able to stop this! The man growls in Sam's ear, getting a fistful of Sam's hair and yanking his head back painfully. "Shut up, squirt! Unless you want me to break this arm right here!"* Edited by Gene Hunt, Jul 5 2015, 09:52 AM.
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 5 2015, 12:51 PM Post #406 |
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*The tall man with the gloves is standing by and watching, almost idly, and seeming faintly amused by Gene's display of fierce resistance. He doesn't even bother to answer Gene's question. It does seem like he's enjoying the show, though... The man in front of Gene, having concentrated on getting that shirt off, is not prepared for this level of gutsy-ness, and Gene's headbutt hits him square in the face. He staggers back with a howl, accompanied by the laughter of those around him, but the next moment, Rags clamps his arms around Gene's head, pulling it back and effectively holding him in a headlock; and with the strain that puts on Gene's neck, it won't be hard to imagine that one little motion could put a permanent end to Gene's struggles. And indeed, Rags hisses into his ear, "Alright sunshine, that's enough. You try somethin' like that again, I snap yer fat neck. Don't need to be alive to be examined, do you." Sam gives a pained yelp as his head is yanked back, adding to his throbbing headache and the panic. However, not even that man's threats are enough to subdue him - Gene is struggling, and they'll do who knows what to him, and Sam can't just stand by and let it happen!! So he holds still for just one tiny moment - assessing the proximity between him and his captor - and then stamps down his foot as hard as he can, hoping to hit the other man's foot.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 5 2015, 10:15 PM Post #407 |
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*Gene makes a choked noise as his neck is suddenly encircled within a vice-like grip and yanked backwards. His body stretched backwards and his balance compromised, Gene has no choice but to screw his eyes shut and grab at the arm, waiting for the grip to let up. The stale air makes his bare skin tingle - they've had to keep layered up so much that feeling himself naked and exposed to the stares of onlookers feels even more like a violation. He's vulnerable, half-naked, prone and helpless... And he has no idea what's coming next. The Gene Genie is at the mercy of these vagrants, and though he's trying not to show it, he's terrified. Sam's captor's too busy enjoying the show to see Sam's plan in action, and it's too late. His foot explodes with pain, but instead of reflexively letting go, the man's grip merely clamps tighter. "Son of a--!!" Seeing what's happening, another member of the crowd steps forward and delivers a hefty punch to Sam's stomach. "There. That ought help you out, mate."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 6 2015, 07:19 AM Post #408 |
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*Shit, he'd hoped the man would let go - but before Sam can do anything, to repeat his attack, the punch to his stomach catches him entirely unawares and he jerks forward, unable to double over completely since the other man is still forcing him to stay upright. So Sam is reduced to coughing and gasping, pain spiking up from everywhere. A few seconds pass during which Rags and the others are trying to gauge whether or not Gene will keep still now, but finally, there's a satisfied chuckle from the tall man. "Well then." And finally he steps forward, towards Gene, but he doesn't do anything just yet, simply observes him. He walks to the left slightly, then to the right, as though trying to get a good few angles on Gene. He stops in front of them again, nodding. "This looks very promising indeed." He extends his hands then, placing them a little above Gene's hips, and squeezes . "Oh, blimey, yes. Good stuff." Around them, the crowd starts muttering excitedly as the man continues his examination, moving his hands expertly and squeezing various places all over Gene's torso, even testing his arms. * |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 6 2015, 10:21 PM Post #409 |
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*heart beating in his throat, Gene holds still as he feels the man's eyes raking over his body. There's nothing he can do to stop it, so he'll just have to try and bear it until it's over. When he feels the hands pinching at his sides though, he can't help but flinch violently. And slowly, at last, Gene thinks that he finally knows what they're doing. Pinching at his skin, testing his flesh... Inspecting him without a shirt to see just how much they have to work with... The realisation hits like a sickening punch to the stomach. Chest heaving, Gene manages to get his voice to work, grating against the grip on his head and throat* Just tell us. W-What you're gonna do with us. 'Cos all this secrecy... *takes as much of a breath as he can, the sound rasping and strained*.... S' a bit of a shitty act! *Gene doesn't really want to know, but he has a feeling he already does. He can't see Sam either, but he heard the punch - and it kills him that Sam couldn't get away. Maybe Sam'll wish the bite'd killed him after all... * |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 7 2015, 06:19 AM Post #410 |
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*The tall man continues to examine Gene, his hands sliding round his back now to probe the flesh there, also trying to assess what state Gene's organs are in. "Hm hm. Knowing won't change it." He then straightens up, leaning in and looking into Gene's eyes, even reaching out to pry apart the lids of his right eye - he needs to make sure Gene is half-way healthy, after all. "So I suppose I could tell you indeed." He smiles, but there is no real emotion behind it. "We've got some supplies left still, but come the time, we'll eat you." His voice as well is practically emotionless as he says that - stating a simple fact, nothing more. Sam had been recovering slowly, catching his breath with difficulty as he held still, so as not to provoke his guards any further. With his head yanked back as it is, it's near impossible to see Gene, but he still tries, pulling against the grip as much as he dares... And then he hears it. Hears what these people have in mind for them. It makes ice pool in his stomach, spreading through his whole body quickly. No. No! Sam starts to struggle again, more desperately this time. This is so wrong on so many levels, and Gene-- no, they can't, not Gene - -* Y-you sick bastards...!! |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 7 2015, 04:31 PM Post #411 |
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*The prodding of his insides and the prying apart of his eye makes Gene feel utterly sick. He's an object to them, nothing more. A lowly vessel of organs and meat. A throwaway consumable. Gene's suddenly aware of every part of himself - the heart in his chest, the lungs breathing raggedly under his ribs... Every part of his body goes cold and numb, as though they've already claimed it from him. This can't be happening... Outraged, Gene yanks hard against the arm around his neck, wriggling his torso in an attempt to get free.* Wha--! You're killin' innocent people... for food!? Bastards!! You're... You're no better than those things out there!!! *Things can't end like this... Not in this horrific way... Not him, not Sam... God, Sam... He hears Sam's desperate shout, hears the other men grab at him again, a thud that sounds horribly like a punch to the face... Shit!! Continuing to struggle himself, Gene yells out once more, this time addressing the entire congregation.* You're monsters! Those walkers out there, they ain't got any humanity left in 'em! But you...! Think about what you're doing!! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 7 2015, 04:46 PM Post #412 |
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*"Oi!!" Rags renews his grip on Gene, doing his best to keep him in check, but that is growing increasingly harder with how much the man is struggling. A moment later though, more of the group come to his aid once again, grabbing Gene's arms and twisting them behind his back, while Rags lets up his chokehold with one arm, starting to fumble for something. The former doctor looks at Gene with cold eyes. "Desperate times call for desperate measures." He extends his hand towards Sharkfaces who has joined him by his side, and hands the tall man a knife. A big one, easy to picture being used by a butcher. "Now, this is going to hurt for a fair bit, but it won't kill you. Hold him." And yet more men come to Rags' aid, who renews his own grip on Gene, tightening the pressure on Gene's throat just enough to not quite cut off his breathing, but make sure that he doesn't move too much. Sam sees nothing but stars for a moment as the punch hits home, his head snapping to the side from the force of it. With a groan, he tries to shake himself out of it, to recover, but there's only so many injuries he can shrug-off in such a stressful situation. His ears are ringing, so he doesn't understand what Gene is shouting, and he definitely doesn't hear what the tall man says in return. What he does see and understand, though, is the knife being raised, flashing, oh God, no, no no NO--* NO!!! *And the knife goes down, burying itself in Gene's thigh.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 7 2015, 05:23 PM Post #413 |
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*Gene chokes against the increasing pressure across his throat, screws his eyes shut against the painful restraining of his arms - but something makes him force them open. A feeling he has... And then there it is. The knife. Long and sharp, serrated along the edge - the sort you'd see doctors using in wars to saw limbs off.... His breaths start come faster, struggling against the pressure in his throat. This is going to happen... And it's going to happen in front of Sam. And that's the worst part. If they're about to kill him and butcher him right here, right now, he doesn't want Sam to see. He can't let Sam see! He grits his teeth at the warning - they're not going to kill him!? Then what...!? And all of a sudden, there's something in his leg. Slicing through muscle and skin, tearing as it comes to an abrupt halt, embedded near the bone. The pain comes a full second later, hitting him like a train. His ears ring with a half-choked scream, but whether it's his own or Sam's he can't tell. Immediately his leg buckles, dragging him down sideways against his restraints, the world tilting madly around him. All urge to fight drains from him, just like the blood now fighting to push itself out from around the blade. He's had it... This is it.. With an injury like this, he can't walk.... It's over for him...* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 7 2015, 05:42 PM Post #414 |
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*Sam's eyes go wide, so wide as the knife hits home, is suddenly stuck in Gene's leg. For a few seconds, he doesn't move at all, just stares. They hurt Gene. Hurt him. Hurt. Gene. During those few seconds, the restraining grips suddenly become supporting ones, lowering Gene down. Now that they've practically crippled him in this way, there's no need to hold him back anymore - he won't escape. Sharkface is already moving in as the doctor removes the knife again with a decisive yank, holding a good length of bandages in his hands. They don't want Gene to bleed out just yet, after all. "Now, there's no need to worry," the doctor begins, starting to wipe the knife on a piece of cloth, "You'll be fed and taken care of, and once it's time, we'll make sure to kill ou qui--" He's interrupted by a wordless scream of rage. Sam throws himself backwards with a strength that catches his captor entirely off guard, sending them both crashing to the ground. Sam scrambles to get up immediately, elbowing his other guard square in the face before dashing towards the centre of the room, towards Gene. He needs to get over there, he needs to protect Gene, get all of those monsters away from him, they need to leave, they need to bleed, they need to die--!! The first few men who try and get in his way, to hold him back, get to bear the full brunt of his anger, being tackled out of the way or punched hard enough to break noses, and still Sam doesn't stop, focusing only on making it to Gene's side. His deadly intent is almost palpable, like an aura glimmering around him.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 7 2015, 10:32 PM Post #415 |
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*Gene bites his tongue and breathes heavily through his nose as he's lowered to the ground. His thigh is on fire, the pain shooting down his leg and into his knee, his hip, his muscles... He can feel the wound throbbing over and over, the fabric of his trousers clinging to his skin as the blood spreads. It's all he can do not to whimper and yelp as his leg bends uselessly underneath him. The despair overwhelms Gene as he makes contact with the floor. Because that's it, isn't it. He's useless now. A cripple. Doomed to sit bleeding in the corner until these animals feel peckish and decide to slaughter him like a pig. He couldn't escape even if they left the door open for him. He can't protect Sam, he can't save him. He's failed. Another spasm of pain and Gene feels tears spring to his eyes, his blood-slicked, shaking hands clamping down harder on the wound. Then there's a sound. An animalistic scream. Sam. Craning his neck in an attempt to see, his blurred vision is met with an almost graceful sight - colours dancing on front of his eyes, impacts, dodges... Sam's running towards him. By this point, other bystanders start to get involved. Three men jump forward and grab at Sam, clamping hands on his shoulders and arms around his middle. Ragman , Sharkface and the doctor all step back in surprise as Sam dashes forward. Usually the livestock don't show this much courage - usually they're shitting themselves, not trying to bulldoze their way into the centre of the room! In an attempt to stop the rampage, Ragman steps up to Gene, nodding down at him curled up on the floor. "Freeze right now, or I cut out this one's kidneys and make you swallow 'em whole!"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 8 2015, 12:31 AM Post #416 |
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*Ragman's threat does nothing to stop Sam's advance; to the contrary, the words fuel his rage even further, and he screams back* DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HIM!! *The men grabbing at him slow him down for a few seconds, but he squirms and twists, kicks out and throws himself against them. The men aren't prepared for Sam's rage-fuelled strength, and so he breaks free again, staggering on, steadily making his way towards Gene. Gene who is... Who is bleeding, curled up in the ground. Bastards, bastards, BASTARDS! He has to get to him, he has to take care of him, take out those animals--! Another man tackled out of the way, and Sam is nearly there, so close, so close--!!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 9 2015, 11:33 PM Post #417 |
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*out of the shadows another man charges at Sam, barrelling into him from the side. Large arms grapple him and the man's body crashes into Sam like a wrecking ball. Gene doesn't see the collision, but he hears it. He hears it along with a wave of cheers from all around the room. Eyes squeezed shut, Gene presses his forehead against the dirty floor, feeling the wetness from his watering eyes running down his blood-caked cheek. Sam doesn't stand a chance, and that knowledge kills him. He could deal with this happening to himself, if only Sam could go free.... Trembling with every stab of pain radiating from his leg, Gene tries to shout above the din. The sound is ragged and breathless, weak and shakey - but he tries his best to be heard.* Let...'im go. Do what y'want with me, I won't fight... But just.... Let 'im go..... |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 10 2015, 05:51 AM Post #418 |
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*Sam does see the movement out of the corner of his eyes, but it happens so quickly than he doesn't have time to react, doesn't even have time to steel himself. The large man crashes into him, taking them both to the ground, in the process knocking all air from Sam's lungs. And still, he can't stop fighting - he squirms and jerks under the man's weight, trying to free a hand, trying to throw a punch, or to bring up his knee - he needs to break free, he needs to get to Gene...!! Sam screams a wordless scream of frustration trying to free himself. In all the chaos, Sharkface is the only one paying any real attention to Gene. Although he's tempted to watch the squirt finally being subdued, he knows that he has to dress Gene's wound. So he kneels down next to him, prying away Gene's hands from the wound without a hint of gentleness. "Not like you could fight anyway. Nah, that maggot's got it comin' to 'im." He quickly and tightly wraps the bandages around Gene's leg - he doesn't even bother to remove Gene's trousers for this. They don't need for that wound to heal completely, after all... They can deal with that later.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 11 2015, 12:05 AM Post #419 |
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*Gene flinches away from Sharkface violently as the brute starts to manhandle him - grabbing at his wrists and prying his fingers away from the hole in his leg. The leg needs to be tied off for him to survive, Gene knows that. But at this moment in time, he already feels like a goner. Sam is the only one that matters now, and Gene has to try and create an opportunity for him to escape. He snarls at Sharkface, jerking his leg away from him as much as possible and trying to make his job harder.* Maggot, yeah? That what he is? 'Cos I'd like to s-see one of you cowards go through this and not sh-shit yer pants! *summoning his remaining strength and kicking out with his good leg towards Sharkface's nose , he shouts once more. He has to redirect the attention back to himself again...!* You wan' a taste of me?! Well here, 'ave it!! *meanwhile, the limping and sore victims of Sam's assault rush to pile on top of him, taking advantage of his plight. They use their weight to push him down, crushing him into the ground, hands on his head, his arms - it would take an inhuman strength to break free now. And as they sense the growing control that have over this madman, a sense of angry satisfaction settles over the group. One hisses in Sam's ear, voice full of excitement and malice. "Looks like you've got some muscle on you after all.... Extra delicious....!"* Edited by Gene Hunt, Jul 11 2015, 12:14 AM.
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 11 2015, 12:31 PM Post #420 |
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*It's a valiant effort Gene makes, and he even succeeds - Sharkface jerks back, but not in time to avoid Gene's knee hitting his nose. He gives a shout of pain and lets go of Gene momentarily, but he recovers quickly, angrily (and nasaly) snarling, "Bloody 'ell, you two clowns just don't know when to stop....!!" He grabs at Gene's legs, holding them as he turns and shouts, "Oi you -- get over 'ere!" A young man wearing a thick dirty scarf around his neck joins Sharkface, helping to hold Gene in place as Sharkface goes back to bandaging the wound, swearing under his breath as he does. Sam in the meantime does manage to get an arm free at least - but it's too late. He suddenly finds himself crushed under a growing pile of the scavengers, until his movements are so restricted that even jerking his head away is nearly impossible. He still tries - he has to - but his only reward is more pressure, his head being yanked back, and that voice in his ear, sending an icecold shiver of horror down his spine. He opens his mouth to snarl back, to shout, to yell, but the pressure has become so much that he can't even take a proper breath. Suddenly, he isn't fighting to get to Gene anymore - he's now fighting to breathe, breathe, breathe. But the weight won't let up, and soon black spots start dancing in front of Sam's wide eyes, and he gasps helplessly, and slowly, his resistance subsides, the jerking becomes weaker, he can't, no, they'll crush him, he can't breathe, no, no, no...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 11 2015, 11:09 PM Post #421 |
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*Gene shrugs away from the scarfed man as he tries to hold him dien by the shoulders - but the sudden escalation of pain in his leg cuts off any more fight before it can happen. He flinches, a rough growl of agony escaping from between his clenched teeth. There's nothing he can do - his body won't obey him any more. And he can't see or hear Sam. Why can't he hear Sam!? Seeing that Sam is struggling, the mob finally start to let up, letting go of their captive and allowing him to breathe once more - they need him alive for now. They need him fresh. Hoping that Sam is burnt out enough to behave now, they haul him up onto his feet and hold him there firmly. "You wanna inspect this one now? Bit scrawny, but he'll keep us going a little while."* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 11 2015, 11:46 PM Post #422 |
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*Finally able to work uninterrupted, Sharkface quickly finishes tieing off Gene's leg, pulling the bandages tought. Then, he and his scarved mate grab at Gene's shoulders, pulling him a few yards before propping him up against a wall. With how the squirt has been fighting back, the big oaf would only be in the way lying in the middle of the room like this! Besides, better keep him away from the action, just in case he tries any heroics. "Enjoy the show," Sharkface growls, straightening up and joining the main group again in the middle of the room. The scarved man stays with Gene, keeping watch over him. Sam coughs and gasps helplessly as he's hauled up, momentarily unable to fight back. The adrenaline and anger are still there, coursing to his body, but for now he's too busy gulping down air, his limbs burning with the lack of it. The doctor steps forward then, giving a nod. "Certainly seems to be healthy, if he can fight like... " There, the man trails off, frowning. Now that he's looking at Sam from up close, he realises that, no, this man doesn't look healthy at all. His skin is pale even in the bad light in this building, and those dark circles around his eyes can't just be shadows... Sam however, finally having halfway caught his breath, doesn't pay any attention to the man in front of him. His head turns, his gaze searching - until he finds him, finds Gene. Gene... The sight of him, his leg bandaged messily, blood caking his trousers - it twists Sam's heart and leaves him feeling nauseous. He shouldn't be moving, not with this many strong hands maintaining a bruising grip on him, but Sam can't help it, he jerks against it (although much much weaker than before) , needing to get over there... Get to Gene.......!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 12 2015, 08:16 PM Post #423 |
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*Sam may try to jerk away, but the grip the men have on him is firm and strong, and the doctor isn't going to let anything stop him now. Concerned by the pallor of Sam's skin, he moves in closer and reaches out to probe Sam's arms, feeling his biceps, his forearms... "Still got some muscle on you..." He ducks down, pinching Sam's sides hard looking for any extra meat. "Not a lot on the flank...." His hands run down Sam's hips and onto his thighs, squeezing hard. "Solid thighs.... That's good, very good..." This one looks promising, even with the slight tinge to his skin and the bags under his eyes - but they have to make sure... "You been ill recently by any chance?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 12 2015, 08:27 PM Post #424 |
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*Only once the doctor actually pinches him hard does Sam's attention shift away from Gene, a choked sound of discomfort escaping him. This is... watching it happen was bad enough, and now being examined like a piece of meat himself? It makes Sam feel nauseous on top of everything else. He can't escape, he can't get over to Gene... he can't do a sodding thing. No, that isn't true. His legs, the men aren't holding his legs. And this disgusting man isn't just running his hands all over Sam's body like he owns it, he's also had his hands on Gene as well... and that thought sets a fresh wave of anger free. So when the doctor looks up to ask his question, by way of answer Sam jerks up his leg and kicks out, intent on hitting whatever he can of that man.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 12 2015, 08:50 PM Post #425 |
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*Well that was unexpected...! The doctor gives a shout as Sam's foot collides with his shin, staggering back a step. Immediately, Sam's flung backwards, the men on top of him once more, each holding a limb to the ground. The doctor is the most important member of their team - he heals them, he advises them, he carves their meat, makes sure it isn't tainted or sick...! How dare this bastard insult him this way!? It's just a bruise though, and so the Doctor recovers quickly, bending to rub at his shin and injured pride. "Jesus Christ...! Feisty slice of bacon aren't you!!" He limps over to Sam once more, standing beside his head. "For that we'll eat your tongue first! And make you watch!" But then he notices.... the bandage poking out from Sam's collar. He frowns, leaning down to inspect it further. Cautiously, he reaches down and grabs the edge, ripping the sticking plaster off in one swift movement. He freezes. Damn.... And this one looked so promising. This is the second time this has happened, though the first man's bite looked fresh - how long has this one been alive and bitten?! Must be a slow strain or something. But looking at the way that the wound's stopped bleeding, he surely can't have long left. In a dark tone, the Doctor announces the news. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a Bitten." At the edge of the room, feeling weak and crippled by pain, Gene looks up in alarm. Shit, they know! They've seen!!* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 12 2015, 09:08 PM Post #426 |
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*Sam tries to fight it, tries to jerk free of their hold, but it's no use - he hits the ground hard, and the hands clamping down on him once more finally restrict his movements completely. A groan escapes Sam as he shakes his head, but he can't stop, he can't, can't... He's about to give the doctor a reply dripping acid, but then he notices how the man hesitates, his gaze on... Oh, shit. The anger is swiftly replaced by fear, and Sam flinches away, trying to stop the doctor from peeling off the gauze, but it's futile. There's a flash of pain as the plaster is being ripped off in one go, and then there's the throbbing of the wound. The doctor's announcement is met with gasps and groans, some of the men jumping back from Sam as though they'd burned themselves, the others swearing but keeping their grasp on him - they can't let a Bitten run rampant amongst the group...! The man with the scarf guarding Gene shoots him a glance, as though he's worried now that this one is contaminated as well... that would be the worst possible outcome of this hunting trip...! Sam knows he has to act fast now. Fighting won't help - the situation has changed drastically, they'll kill him without a second thought now - but if he gets this horrible doctor to examine the wound more closely, to realise that it isn't fresh at all, then he can by himself and Gene some time......!!* W... wait...! *Sam swallows, finding it hard to speak with all this adrenaline coursing through his system* I was bitten, yeah, but that was days ago. Days! I... I went through the fever... but it didn't kill me. You're a doctor - 'ave a look and tell me you can't see this isn't days old already! |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 12 2015, 11:37 PM Post #427 |
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*Sam's pleas fall on deaf ears. The doctor shakes his head, both annoyed that he's already wasted time on spoiled meat and disappointed that they're now one pig down. They'll just have to make the fatter one last. Maybe cut some bits off and keep him alive a while longer. "People'll say anything, won't they. You die within hours of getting bit. I should know - I'm a bloody doctor!" He eyes Sam up once more, looking mournfully at those tense biceps before nodding over at the door. "Take 'im outside and slit' is throat. Don't wanna get the floor in 'ere messy. Oh, and burn the carcass. Can't be too careful." A terrified, enraged sound escapes Gene's throat. No, no... They can't do this!! They can't end it like this, he can't let them...! Suddenly, Gene's up on his hands and one knee, the useless leg limply dragging on the ground. His arms are shaking and there are spots in front of his eyes, but he has to get up...! He needs to stop this!!* DON'T touch 'im!! It's true, all of it! *As he places his hand down in front of him to try to pull himself along, Gene's elbow gives way. He falls down onto it, continuing to breathlessly yell at anyone who's listening.* Just.... Let' im go...! He'll walk away, you'll never see 'im again! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 13 2015, 07:03 AM Post #428 |
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NO! *Horror once more makes Sam's body go cold like ice, puts fresh vigor into his struggling as he's hauled up once more.* Just-- bloody-- by a fucking doctor and examine it!! It's started to heal, it-- *Hearing Gene's voice, Sam breaks off, his head turning to see his partner as he's dragged away, towards the door, and the sight breaks his heart in ways he hadn't thought possible. Gene is struggling - he can't even get up, for God's sake - dragging himself along... Jesus Christ, how did it come to this?! Sam fights with all his might, tries to pull away, to slow them down, but it's no use.* No, no, NO - GENE!! *Gene doesn't get very far - the man with the scarf grabs at him and hauls him back. "An' then 'e comes back with his undead mates, yeah right. Better not risk it." Geez, they've not had livestock fighting back this desperately before... It's quite a nuisance.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 13 2015, 06:03 PM Post #429 |
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*Gene watches in despair as Sam is hauled away, towards the door. His heart breaks, it may as well stop altogether. This is going to be the last time he sees Sam... Like this, screaming and being dragged off to the slaughter. They didn't even get to say goodbye... Gene twists and tries to punch at the scarfed man, ignoring the burning in his leg. This can't be how it ends, not after everything!* He's cured!! He's cured!! He's not gonna turn, I swear it!!! *He stares wide eyed and horrified as they finally pull Sam through the door and out of sight.* SAM!!! DON'T--!! *No, no NO! The door slams shut behind them, leaving Gene breathless, staring at the space his partner used to be. Images flood his mind - Sam kneeling, being forced to, hands behind his back - a blade, a wash of red... His precious Sam, falling... A raw cry of rage and grief rips itself from Gene's throat. In a few seconds, Sam will be no more. He'll be gone. Exhausted and destroyed, Gene slumps down, defeated. He just hopes it's quick.... And that he can join Sam soon after. If they're going to kill him too, he doesn't give a damn. The sooner the better. He can't live now - what's the point? If he doesn't have his life companion, what's the point in anything? Outside the shack, the men drag Sam along the ground, dumping him down into the mud. Sharkface grabs a fistful of Sam's hair and pulls him up onto his knees - they just need to get this job done and then maybe they can go back inside for the main event. It's been a while since he's had some barbeque ribs...! "Right. You got any last grunts, piggy?"* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 13 2015, 08:20 PM Post #430 |
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*No one is listening to them - Sam's eyes lock with Gene's, and he realises it's going to be the last. After everything that happened, this is how it ends... And Gene shouts Sam's name... And they're at the door now, it's opening... Sam screams, won't anyone listen to him, he can't leave Gene, not to this kind of fate, he doesn't want to die, not AGAIN-- And they're out through the door. The rain hits hard, drenching Sam and the men immediately. - The punch Gene throws doesn't connect - the young man catches it in the palm of his hand, twisting Gene's arm away. And then, finally, as they drag the screaming pig outside, this one falls silent as well. The room is abuzz with chatter, the men excitedly talking about what just happened (they've not had this much drama before), a lot of them throwing glances in Gene's direction, sizing him up for the most delicious bits. The doctor brushes invisible dust off the sleeve of his jacket before pulling it down straight. "Right. Lets 'ave a look at the rest of the loot." He's referring to Sam and Gene's backpacks, which are dumped in front of him immediately. No need to cut up their livestock just yet, they still have a little bit left... But once dawn comes they'll want to move to a different building. It won't do to stay in one place for too long. And when that time comes, they don't want their livestock slowing them down too much... - Outside, Sam fights with strength fuelled by sheer despair. He tries to scrabble up and away as he splashes into the mud, but Sharkface grabs his hair immediately and Sam cries out with the pain of it as he's pulled up to his knees. His hands fly up to the man's wrist, squeezing and scratching, trying to get him to let go... But it's a lost battle, Sam knows that deep down. Still, he can't stop fighting. The one time he did - a few days ago - it nearly meant a fatal mistake. He won't repeat that again. Over the sounds of Sam's struggle and the heavy patter of rain, it's very easy to miss a different set of noises... Shuffling... Hissing... Moaning.... Coming closer... * |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 13 2015, 11:42 PM Post #431 |
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*Sharkface shrugs. Looks like he's not going to say anything after all. "Rude. And after I gave you an opportunity to go out with dignity an' all!" Keeping a firm grip on Sam's hair and blinking through the water rushing down his face, he extends a hand. "Come on then, let's get this done. We'll leave the body 'ere' til it's dry enough to burn it." Reacting to Sharkface's outstretched hand, the other man pulls out a small blade - nasty looking thing, just big enough to cause all the damage it could need to. He hands it over with a nod. "Get a move on, then. S'rotten out' ere." Sharkface grips the knife, weighing it up before wrapping his arm around Sam's throat and resting the edge against the skin there. Then, he hesitates. What was that....? An audible crash rings out from just metres away, a metal bin full of bones scattering and rolling, a Walker stumbling over it. And then another moan, further back - and another, and another... Sharkface lets go of Sam's hair immediately, yelling at the top of his voice. "UNDEAD! UNDEAD!" He shoves at Sam, knocking him out of the way like a mere object, leaping over him and flinging the shack door open again. "Code red!! CODE RED! MOVE!! NOW!" Within seconds, the entire group are moving - scrabbling over each other all elbows and fists, each one desperate to save their own skin. The scarfed man looks down at Gene for a moment - goddammit, what bloody awful timing! Just when they caught a good one! But if they can't eat him, the walkers can. The man's curled up and broken. He's not going anywhere. Abandoning his post, he joins the fray, Shoving himself through the door and sprinting through the mud away from the oncoming zombies. There are screams, shouts, the sound of people turning on each other, slipping in the bog... And a few seconds later the building is empty, leaving Gene laying in the corner, too out of it to care or process what's happening around him* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 14 2015, 05:11 AM Post #432 |
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*Sam's breathing speeds up as he sees, out of the corner of his eye, the knife being handed to Sharkface, and then there it is, the touch of metal against his skin. Thoughts rush through his mind, his head is spinning, this is how it ends, this time for real, he's done for... And Gene, Gene is... Sam screws his eyes shut... And then. Sam's eyes fly open at as the bin crashes down, and he has just enough time to glimpse the Walker before he's shoved face first into the mud. For a moment, he can't even move, his mind reeling uncontrollably with the sudden turn of events. A moment later, he scrambles to his feet, slipping in the mud, and when he's up, all hell breaks loose around him. People are running past him, shoving, screaming, and the Walkers react with screams and moans of their own, aggravated by all the noise and the smell of flesh. Sam staggers off to the shack, fighting to get past the men moving in the opposite direction. The doctor passes him by, screaming in panic, and then he's through the door. The shack is near empty now, so Sam spots Gene immediately, and on his way running over to him Sam is lucky enough to spot one of their backpacks. He snatches it up without even stopping, crashing to his knees next to his partner a second later and grabbing Gene, trying to turn him over and help him get up.* Gene, Gene we 'ave to get out-- come on--!! *Deep inside, Sam knows that they stand no chance of escaping the hoarde, not this time. But they have to try anyway. They have to.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 14 2015, 02:02 PM Post #433 |
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*Gene begins to flinch away from the hands on him when Sam's voice finally breaks through his bubble of misery. He must be dreaming... He must be. Sam is dead. Sam is dead outside right now, and god knows what he went through, what he was feeling... And now the hands are pulling him, turning him onto his back and Gene just wants to keep his eyes shut, close it all off and pretend he's somewhere else. Somewhere better. Somewhere in the past. But he forces his eyes open, makes himself stare straight into the face of the man who'll kill him - he may be defeated, but he's not going to go down meekly. He won't show them he's scared. But where he's expecting to see a hard, heartless face, he sees wide, desperate, whisky-coloured eyes.... ....Sam!?* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 14 2015, 04:30 PM Post #434 |
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*The shock in Gene's eyes would, under normal circumstances, have made Sam smile, reassure Gene that this is real and not a dream - he may even have gone in for a kiss - but not now. Not when the shouts outside have turned into screams, when there's fighting going on, and the groaning and snarling is going louder and louder. So Sam squeezes Gene's shoulder, stares into his eyes for one long moment, and then once again urgently (no, desperately) says* Come on!! There's walkers outside, we have to-- *He breaks off, distracted by a howl that definitely is too close for comfort. And yes - one of the creatures has stumbled into the building and is now making a beeline for the two of them, hands outstretched, intent on killing. For the third time this day, something inside Sam snaps. His vision sharpens - he needs a weapon of sorts - and there. His gaze is drawn to something lying on the ground. Launching himself up, Sam yells* OI!!! OVER 'ERE!! *The Walker veers over to Sam, who's already running, ducking - snatching up a long but fairly thin pipe, and then he's a running straight at the zombie, screaming his anger at it. They meet in the middle of the room, and Sam swings the pipe with a deadly force. It hits home, knocking the Walker straight off its feet and smashing half its head. But even as it hits the ground, Sam follows, stomping his foot down hard, smashing what's left of the creatures skull. Breathing hard, he grips the pipe harder, then turns to look back at Gene, to see that he's okay - - and once more, he spots something that might just save their lives. A hatch, not too far away from where Gene is lying. Sam is by his partner's side once more, this time pulling at him decisively.* I've got you-- c'mon, please, we have to-- we can escape, we can get out of here, but you have to get up--!! |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 14 2015, 07:55 PM Post #435 |
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*Gene watches, stunned as Sam launches himself at the zombie, caving its head in with one hard blow and then stamping on the remains just to make sure. That's Sam. That's his Sam, and he's alive! This isn't a dream! And suddenly it hits him - the urgency of the situation. The fact that the cannibals are gone, there are walkers outside and coming into the building, the fact that Sam's alive and Gene needs to protect him--! They need to get out of here!! Gritting his teeth and latching onto Sam's arm with all his strength, Gene makes an attempt to shift himself up onto his feet. It only takes a second for the pain in his leg to reignite with the motion, his knee spasming and sending him back down to where he started.* Aghh--!! *He screws his eyes shut, gathering himself. But hope is fading... He can't run. Even if he stands, how is he going to escape!? Panic in his voice, Gene looks up at Sam and gasps.* I Can't...! Sam, get out of here! Go!! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 14 2015, 08:03 PM Post #436 |
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*Sam lurches forward, trying to grab a proper hold of his partner and support him, but this first attempt definitely is a failed one... Shit, of course it wasn't going to be this easy. He won't give up this easily, though. At Gene's words, Sam shakes his head decisively, shifting and pulling Gene's arm over his shoulder, then doing his best to hoist up his partner. With the backpack on his back, and the pipe gripped tightly in his other hand, this isn't going to be easy.... but it's their only option, and Sam will make it work.* Don't be stupid...!! There's a hatch over there, we can-- we can go down there-- *He just needs to take as much of Gene's weight as he can, and then.. then...!!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 14 2015, 09:30 PM Post #437 |
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*Gene looks between Sam and the escape hatch, his brain whirling with indecision. Sam should just go - save himself. The chances that they'll both get out of here alive are impossibly slim. Sam would stand a far better chance on his own... But to convince Sam to go alone will take precious time that they don't have. Sam's already pulling Gene's arm up, over his shoulders - he's not even considering the possibility of running. Gene only has one option. Using Sam's shoulders as a brace, Gene tries once more to get to his feet. His good leg is shaking as he gets it underneath him, his bad one refusing to move - but with a mammoth effort, Gene manages to balance and push upwards with a pained and tense grunt. Across the other side of the room another noise rings out - a menacing groan. A Walker blocks the doorway, its milky eyes fixing onto the pair. Behind it, another appears, and then another. The hoarde is spreading across the area, beginning to wander into the nooks and crannies. Soon this room'll be crawling with them. Relying heavily on Sam to keep him upright, Gene pants in a weak voice.* If I can't... If I slow you down... You'll run. P-promise me....! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 14 2015, 09:41 PM Post #438 |
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*Sam is currently running on adrenaline and that strange irrational rage, so he doesn't even feel the brunt of Gene's weight the way he should be. As soon as he's certain that Gene won't go crashing down again, he starts to move, inching towards the hatch step by step. His eyes, wide and piercing, are locked on the creature, and he's taking count of all the others that are moving in as well. In reply to Gene, he simply, and fiercely, shakes his head. Then he readjusts his grip on his weapon, raising it menacingly at the zombies. And step after step, they come closer to their way out.... Closer.... Closer.....!!* *in an angry murmur* I'm not leaving you. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 14 2015, 11:48 PM Post #439 |
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*Gene does his best to limp along, letting Sam pull him and keep him upright. It's all he can do to keep his balance and not cry out with the agony of moving - to do so would spur the walkers on, and that can't happen. And now Sam is refusing to leave him. Gene huffs out a pained breath of despair. He can't bring Sam does with him, he just can't! So, stifling his whimpers behind his teeth, Gene steps into his bad leg, hopping immediately onto his good one and repeating the motion. Every step is a fresh wave of hell, and he hardly has the strength for it, but it's either this or they both die. After the few faltering steps it takes to reach the hatch, there's a fresh sheen of sweat on Gene's forehead and a renewed wet stain covering the bandage around his thigh. It's tied too tight, restricting and pressing into the wound with each motion. But on the bright side, at least it's keeping him alert...! Gene grabs onto the wall to keep him propped up, letting Sam deal with the hatch. The walkers are shuffling closer, picking up speed now. One minute and they'll be on them. Must be the smell of blood, Gene thinks.* What's... What's down there? An escape route...?? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 15 2015, 12:05 PM Post #440 |
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*Sam is very aware of the fact that this must be taking the last of Gene's strength - with his senses hightened, almost hyper-sensitive as they are in this strange state of adrenaline and alertness, Sam feels every quiver, hears every supressed wimper. It's almost as though he himself can smell the blood that is seeping from the wound again, staining the bandages. They've reached the hatch now. Sam slowly lets go of Gene, not even looking at him - he can't afford it, he has to keep his eyes on the walkers, staring them down, every singly muscle in his body tense. The pipe in his hand is deadly still, not the slightest tremor to be seen.* If we're lucky, yeah. A mineshaft. *Carefully, still keeping his eyes on the walkers - he won't innitiate contact, but as soon as any of them get too close, he'll have them, every single one of them - Sam reaches down, gripping the handle, and pulling the hatch up. It does open, but gives a hideous groan in the process, which is almost enough to make Sam flinch - almost, but not quite.* *barely raising his voice* Can you go down on your own? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 15 2015, 08:14 PM Post #441 |
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*On his own?! He's sure as hell not going down there without Sam!* You're not staying up here!! *Gene looks away from the walkers, staring into the darkness of the hatch. They need to go down there. Together! Shifting his weight with a grunt, Gene tries to limp forward, grabbing the edge of the hatch with one hand and Sam's arm with the other.* Get in there...! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 15 2015, 08:47 PM Post #442 |
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!! *Sam falters ever so slightly as Gene grabs his arm, but all he does is take a step back, then his stance is firm again, his pipe pointed at the nearest Walker like a sword. So close... A couple more steps and he'll have to lash out... * *practically growling* Go first -- I'm right behind you. *He needs to make sure these creatures don't get a chance to go anywhere near Gene... He won't let them... He won't...!! And he won't let Gene sacrifice himself either... They're both getting out of this, he'll make sure of it....!! * |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 15 2015, 09:05 PM Post #443 |
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*Shit.... There's nothing for it. Trusting that Sam is telling the truth, Gene takes a deep breath and hauls himself through the hatch and into the darkness. As his heel hits the ground, it gives way beneath him, a plume of coal dust erupting up into the air, stones and grit scattering underfoot. An involuntary yelp escapes him as he skids, sliding down the incline and landing at the bottom in a heap. Gasping for breath and struggling to push himself up, Gene shouts back up* Come... Come on....! S'a mine...! Underground...! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 15 2015, 09:13 PM Post #444 |
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*Oh thank God, Gene is doing as told for once. Sam sees him haul himself down there - and then, a moment later, his attention is drawn to the howling creatures that is finally coming at him,drowning out Gene's yelp from below. Sam moves quickly, gripping the pipe with both hands now. He meets the zombie with a mighty slash to its head, sending it flying back and into one of its mates. Sam wheels around and lets the metal collide with another Walker, only hitting its midriff this time. Still, it worked, gives him enough time to turn and transfer the pipe into one hand, grabbing onto the the handle located on the bottom side of the hatch, and jumps. The hatch closes with a bang and Sam lets go of it immediately, falling -- landing -- rolling and sliding, until he as well finally skids to a halt, coughing and trying to see through the darkness with his watering eyes.* Gene--! |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 15 2015, 11:05 PM Post #445 |
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*Gene coughs as yet another cloud of coal dust puffs up into the stale air - at least that means Sam's made it! Throat rough from the dust, Gene chokes out a reply* You... Y-You okay? They didn't bite...? *blindly, he reaches out to where Sam's voice was, disorientated and unable to stand. Above them he can hear fingernails clawing at wood - moans and thuds as bodies hit the hatch, straining the hinges. That small door isn't going to last long. They need to move. But where? The only place that can go is further down into the pitch black tunnel.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 16 2015, 09:54 AM Post #446 |
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*Sam tries to reply, but the coal dust seems to be clinging to his throat, making him cough helplessly, and it takes a good few seconds before he's able to even draw a proper breath. And when he does, he suddenly feels something, hitting his face, and he flinches, ready to bat it away with his weapon-- But no, wait, it's warm, it's a hand, it's-- it's Gene. Without even thinking, Sam reaches up with his free hand and grips Gene's, squeezing it.* I'm-- *cough* f-fine. Fine. No bites. Hang, hang on-- *Sam lets go of Gene and twists, starting to rummage in his backpack - it had looked fairly full, the men not having been able to extract much of it yet, so please... please........! And there. If he weren't so tense, and the noises from above so threatening, Sam would be laughing in relief. He pulls out the torch from the bag and flicks it on, shining it first up at the hatch - that was quite a drop - and then down the tunnel. Only one way to go. Sam holds the torch out to Gene - Sam himself won't be able to hold it with Gene on one side and the pipe in his other hand.* Take it. We 'ave to keep movin'...! *And he levers himself up, somewhat unsteadily on the slippery ground, but he manages to stand up and then bend down to help up Gene as well.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 17 2015, 07:43 AM Post #447 |
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*Gene squeezes as Sam's hand finds its way into his. Thank god, he's okay...! And then suddenly there's a small beam of light, a hard object being pressed into his hand. Gripping it as well as he can, Gene turns the torch towards the small tunnel in front of them. It's so dark and grimy that they can't see far... But it's something. Another crash from above snaps Gene into reality again and he realises that Sam's standing, extending his hand. With a pained grunt, he takes it, trying to manoeuvre himself up onto his feet. Spurred on by desperation, he makes it and shines the torch down the pathway once more, hand and beam both shaking.* Lets just... Hope it's n-not a dead end...! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 17 2015, 08:07 AM Post #448 |
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*The crash spurs Sam on, and he decisively pulls Gene up and close to him, taking as much of his partner's weight as he can. He's still full of adrenaline, and knowing that the zombies are hot on their heels still keeps the anger and the overwhelming protectiveness for Gene on a high level. And so they make their way further down the tunnel, stumbling and staggering, and while Sam can't slow down for Gene's sake, he does make sure to keep him stable, to take his weight. But they mustn't slow down... They have to find somewhere to hide until the worst is over...! There's another crash from above, and a hideous creak - it doesn't sound like the hatch has broken yet, but it's close....! Sam grinds his teeth and trudges on, gripping Gene that little bit tighter.* If -- if they break through, I'll 'ave to let go of you for a bit. Fight 'em off. *his voice sounds tense, but also strangely... Metallic. There's a determination there that almost seems unreal.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 17 2015, 10:54 PM Post #449 |
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*gasps, trying to control his breathing and not pass out* Fight 'em..?? There's... There's too many! *Sam'll never be able to withstand all of them, even if he is immune. There's only one thing for it - they'll have to move, and move fast. And even though Gene can see and hear that steely determination in Sam, he just can't let Sam fight alone. They're in this together.* Just... Get your arse m-moving!! *takes a limping step forward into the darkness, the torch shaking in his hand* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 17 2015, 11:04 PM Post #450 |
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*Noticing how Gene is speeding up, Sam does the same - but the way Gene is gasping, how weak his voice sounds, and how he's limping and stumbling on.... He's in such a bad way. There's no way they'll be able to outrun the walkers like this, not unless they come across something like a safe room soon. Still - now that they're finally together again, Sam is more than determined. He won't let the walkers get them. Either of them. So he takes even more of Gene's weight, pulling him along as best as he can.* *growls* I can take 'em. *For Gene, he can do that. Easily. They turn a corner and the tunnel widens, the ground beneath their feet becoming more solid. And up ahead Sam thinks he can see a faint light...! Sam is about to point it out, when from way behind them, there's a sound like an explosion of wood and rocks, amplified by how narrow the tunnel system is. Sam doesn't even say anything - he just speeds up, gritting his teeth so hard that his jaw is starting to hurt (not that he really feels it).* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 18 2015, 03:23 PM Post #451 |
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*Gene tries to be as independent as he can, putting as much weight on his leg as is possible - but any more than a hop and it threatens to collapse underneath him. He's breathing hard, the air forcing its way out from between his clenched teeth. Keep going, just keep going...!* You can't..! They'll rip you...to shreds! *And then the crash. The rush of air from behind them, blowing dust and doom with it. They're in, the zombies are in! They're in the tunnel! Suddenly despite the gradual widening of it, the tunnel feels extremely claustrophobic. Echoing moans and screeches boom down the hallway, the fear of it causing one panicked word to slip from Gene's lips.* F-fuck....!! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 18 2015, 05:06 PM Post #452 |
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*It's the same for Sam - the tunnel feels too narrow, Gene's panicked breathing sounds booming to his ears, and the zombies sound like they're just a few inches behind them. And still, Sam keeps going, dragging Gene along. This won't be how they die. They've made it through too much for this to be the end.* *through his teeth, almost to himself, but also for Gene's benefit.* Keep going. Keep. Going. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 19 2015, 05:53 PM Post #453 |
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*Gene does, putting more and more weight on his leg each time he steps, resolutely ignoring the agony that comes with it. The thought of dying down here, the thought of Sam dying down here terrified and in the dark spurs him on. He's got one hand clinging to Sam and the other flashing the torch wildly in front of them, highlighting the impenetrable tomb-like walls. But suddenly something catches his attention. Something he glimpses out of the corner of his eye - a different texture, a nut and a bolt. They should keep going, the walkers are catching up. But something in Gene's gut makes him stop. Gene always listens to his gut. Urgently, he swings the torch around and lights up the surface. And good god...! There's a handle...! Gene gasps at Sam, aware that this could be their only chance of salvation.* A door...! Edited by Gene Hunt, Jul 19 2015, 06:01 PM.
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 19 2015, 06:05 PM Post #454 |
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*When Gene suddenly stops, Sam looks at him in alarm - if he can't keep going now, then...! He already readies himself for fighting off the zombies for as long as he can, when... A door. Sam's eyes widen at the sight.* Hold on. *He makes sure Gene can catch himself against the wall before his free hand latches onto the handle, and he pulls-- Pushes-- He can feel it give a tiny bit, but... That's all. Shit. SHIT! Sam throws himself against the door now - it's just stuck, it must be, there's no lock to be seen... Come one...!! One more tackle... And then Sam's head snaps around as he hears a snarl, far too close for comfort. It's a first zombie, having turned the corner and caught up to them. Without even hesitating, Sam moves away from the door and, swings his pipe up with an angry snarl of his own and let's it crash down on the walker's head, easily smashing the rotten flesh.* Gene, the door-- it's stuck, you'll 'ave to-- *but there's the next couple of walkers, and Sam can't let them get anywhere near Gene. The thought gives him the strength to bat them back, deftly crushing bones and skulls, throwing one of them back against the opposite wall.* HURRY!! |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 20 2015, 12:12 AM Post #455 |
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*urged on by terror for both himself and Sam, Gene grabs at the handle with his free hand and yanks as hard as he can. It's not moving, but if he keeps trying...! As he pulls he can hear Sam battling, the disgusting sounds of splatters and crunches echoing off the walls. Sam's clearly winning at the moment, but judging from the noises coming up behind them, they're going to be swamped soon. He has to get them behind this door and NOW. Gene has no choice. He grips onto the handle and throws his entire weight against it with a cry. Nothing. Gathering himself up and fighting against the sweat running into his eyes, Gene tries again. His side smashes into the door, but this time he rebounds backwards, landing flat on his back. Pain shoots up his leg, making him gasp and flinch. Involuntarily, he kicks out, but his foot doesn't connect with anything. Shakily he shines the torch at the door, and his heart almost leaps from his chest.* Sam! SAM! Its open!!! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 20 2015, 11:35 AM Post #456 |
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*With the torch not pointing in his direction anymore, Sam has to go entirely by sound and by what his eyes can make out as they adjust to the darkness, and so there is one moment during which Sam realises, with horror, that a zombie has actually managed to lurch past him and towards Gene. With a yell, Sam throws himself at the thing and grabs it by its shoulders, swinging it around before letting go and following up with a smash of his pipe that sends viscera and rotten flesh spattering everywhere. And he doesn't stop there - the added adrenaline gives him new strength, sharpens his vision the way it did before, and sends him into a frenzy, batting away the walkers as they advance, screaming at them* YOU CAN'T KILL ME! I'M NOT SCARED OF YOU! YOU CAN'T 'AVE US!! *And for a moment it seems like Sam's anger makes the walkers hesitate, but only for this short moment. Then the onslaught continues, and Sam concentrates on that fully, batting and smashing... And he nearly doesn't hear Gene's call. Nearly. One more hit that sends a head flying, and Sam turns, and sees the door, open - and Gene on the ground. Sam kicks back another walker and stabs a third right through the chest, swinging the pipe and sending the creature stumbling into its mates, before he jumps back and is by Gene's side, pulling him up and towards the door with all his strength, his arms trembling from the exertion. The walkers are on them just as they both lurch through the door, and Sam lets go of Gene, pushing him further into the room before wheeling around once more, driving the walkers back through the door way, and somehow, miraculously, Sam manages to push them back enough to grab the door and throw it shut with all his might, throwing himself against it and fumbling for-- for-- There, a bolt. He locks it in place, realises dimly that the door isn't made of wood but of metal, that it feels sturdy, and when the mass of walkers presses against it a moment later, it holds. Doesn't even creak. Sam wants to call Gene's name, but for the time being, he can't find his voice. His heart is racing, his entire body is thrumming, and his ears are still full with the sounds of moaning and gargling and hissing, and dull impacts and splattering.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 20 2015, 10:06 PM Post #457 |
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*everything happens in a confusion - Gene's on the floor, panting and trying to work out which way is up when he hears Sam's crazed shouts. And jesus christ... He sounds absolutely consumed by anger. Ablaze with it. Then splatters to his left, the bar Sam's weilding smashing down on a walker he hadn't even realised was there. Then he blinks and he's up, being yanked to his feet by Sam. A moment later and Gene's landing on the floor again, hard. A commotion behind him, a cacophony of screeches and snarls, gnashing teeth and cracking jaws - and then a slam muffles them all. The sound of his own breathing is suddenly audible again, ragged and fast above the thumps and thuds from behind the newly sealed barrier. Dazed and confused, Gene reaches his hand out to try and feel Sam. Make sure he's there, even though he can hear him breathing too. He needs to know Sam's there...!* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 20 2015, 10:26 PM Post #458 |
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*The rage is still there, pulsing with every push and thump from outside, but Sam is regaining control slowly. With shaking hands he makes sure that the door is indeed closed and locked from inside - and then he nearly jumps when he feels fingers brushing his leg. Then, very suddenly, all thought of the zombies is replaced by the thought of Gene, and the anger drains from his mind, leaving only cold fear. Sam turns and falls to his knees, fumbling for the torch - finds it, switches it back on and shines it on his partner... And what he sees makes Sam choke with fear. Gene seems to be covered in blood - half of his face is, and his leg as well, and that dazed expression on his face, he looks... He almost looks..... No, no, don't think that, Sam, don't...* Gene... *contrary to only a few seconds before, Sam's voice is weak now, and he breaks off, swallowing hard. This looks so bad, but he has to be strong now, for Gene, he has to... He has to do something about this...! Determinedly ignoring the scraping and moaning from outside, Sam sets down his backpack and starts rummaging in it. Maybe luck will be on their side here as well.....! And indeed, he manages to dig up a roll of bandages, and there even is a bottle of water. Putting both those things down on the ground next to them, Sam finally allows himself to reach out, placing a trembling hand on Gene's cheek.* It'll be ok, Gene, I promise. I'll fix you. *He has to. He can't let Gene just... Bleed out...! The thought makes Sam snap to it, and he grabs the torch, putting it between his teeth to have a steady light source before starting to rummage for a knife... And there , thank God, there it is, one of the small ones. Without further ado, Sam proceeds to cut open the bandage Sharkface had applied earlier. He needs to get a look at the wound before he can do anything else...!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 20 2015, 10:46 PM Post #459 |
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*Now that the immediate danger seems to be lessening, Gene can feel the throbbing in his leg begin to start up again, along with the pounding in his chest and head. He's on his back, he knows that much - he can feel the cold rocky surface digging into his shoulders. But why aren't they dead? Why aren't the zombies on them right now, tearing them to pieces...? He opens his mouth to ask - to alert Sam that they might still be after them - when he feels the touch to his cheek. "it'll be okay" "I'll fix you" It'll be okay.... Sam'll fix him. Sam can fix anything. Sam stopped the walkers, he stopped the infection, he stopped the cannibals.... Sam can fix him. But then there's the touch to his leg, and now that the adrenaline isn't pumping so hard there's nothing to dampen the pain. The sloppy temporary bandage was never meant to save him, only prolong the inevitable. There was no disinfectant, no care for hygiene or comfort, and now it's rubbed the wound raw. And when the fabric is pulled from where it's beginning to meld with Gene's bloodied skin it sets off a fire deep in the muscle, sensing his body into a violent flinch.* AGHH--!! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 20 2015, 10:57 PM Post #460 |
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*Sam flinches as well - Gene's scream cuts through him like a knife, and then the wound reveals itself to him, and it looks... It looks horrible. It looks like the end. His heart beating far too hard and fast, his chest tight with dread, Sam continues to work, pulling away the bandages and then, as carefully as possible, starting to cut away a patch of Gene's trousers - he needs to remove all that cloth. And he can't even talk to Gene now, not with the torch between his teeth... It kills Sam, but it's necessary, he knows it. It's necessary. It's necessary. It's... Putting the knife down, Sam takes a hold of the water bottle next, then rummages for a piece of cloth -- there -- and wets it. This is gonna hurt, and I'm so sorry, but it's necessary...!! As carefully as he possibly can, Sam starts to wipe and dab at the wound, trying to wash away the dried blood at least and disinfect it as far as possible with just the water. It'll have to be enough....!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 21 2015, 05:36 PM Post #461 |
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*Gene knows that Sam's unable to talk with the torch in his mouth, but even so - with no reassurance or words of comfort to dull the pain he can't help trying to stop the stabs of pain coming. The bandage being ripped from the stab wound was bad enough, leaving him breathless and feeling sick. But the water and the rag are too much. His skin is torn and raw from the bandage, the muscle ripped almost down to the bone. And as the water trickles into the gap, the whole area flares up once more. Another strangled yelp escapes Gene and he shoots his hands downwards towards Sam, trying to grab at him - make him stop! Make the pain stop--! All dignity finally lost, Gene gasps between breaths,* Sam, S-Sam, no--! N-no, stop, s-top..!! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 21 2015, 05:52 PM Post #462 |
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*Sam is starting to feel sick himself - from looking at the wound, from Gene's yelps and screams, from the fear that it won't be enough, that all this will have been in vain. And when Gene grabs at him, seizing his arm, pleading for him to stop... Sam can feel a prickling sensation in his eyes, but he forces it down, the adrenaline still pumping through him not permitting him to think about what that sensation was. He does, however, quickly remove the torch from his mouth, grabs at Gene's hand with his other hand and pries it away from his arm, squeezing it.* I can't, Gene, I'm sorry, but this is necessary - *he swallows, willing his voice to sound calmer, steadier, more reassuring* - it'll be over in a minute, I promise... I know it hurts, I know, but it'll stop hurting once I'm done, I promise...! *No, he shouldn't promise that - but he's said it now, and he squeezes Gene's hand once more before letting go, putting the torch back in place and continuing his work. He needs to concentrate, lock out all other thoughts... He needs to save Gene...! Sam dabs at the wound again - he needs to get the soot off it, if this cut gets infected it will be over without a doubt - and then, finally, he picks up the bandages and starts wrapping them around Gene's leg. With the hole in his trousers there is no danger of cloth starting to meld in with the wound... He's cleaned it as far as possible... This is all Sam can do. Even if it feels like it isn't enough, even if the prickling sensation in his eyes is back, this has to be enough.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 21 2015, 09:56 PM Post #463 |
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*Gene shakes his head, trying hard not to let Sam pry his hand away. But with the exhaustion, pain and bloodloss he just can't manage it. His fingers slip from Sam's sleeve. Sam's lying. It won't be over in a minute. It won't stop hurting once Sam's done. He knows as well as Sam that one bit of dirt in that wound, one bit of the wrong bacteria and there'll be no saving him. Infection will kill him. It'll hurt until he dies. Until he dies down here in the dark, leaving Sam alone. Heart in his mouth and his own eyes threatening to start welling, Gene gasps again in pain as Sam continues. Gene's gasps and cries have finally dwindled into exhausted whimpers once Sam begins bandaging him up. The quiet that surrounds them like a blanket is punctuated by muffled thuds and scrapes - it's going to be a while before the walkers begin to scatter... Not that it matters. Maybe it's better if Gene just lets the darkness take him. If he just allows himself to pass out. At least then his pathetic noises won't rile them up again...* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 21 2015, 10:09 PM Post #464 |
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*Sam of course notices how Gene grows quieter - no. Weaker. He's growing weaker, and it scares the he'll out of Sam. His hands having begun to shake again, he ties off the bandage, and then he can't hold back anymore. He barely takes the time to properly put the torch on the ground before both his hands grasp Gene's cheeks - shit, there's blood there too, he'd been cut there, Sam remembers now--* Gene-- stay with me, please...! *panic is threatening to overwhelm him once more, but again he forces it back and instead readjust his grip, getting one arm underneath Gene's shoulders and trying to get him into a half sitting position, grabbing the water bottle with the other.* C'mon, get some of this down you... *Gene needs to drink, he's lost so much blood, his body needs to replenish some of the fluid... The sounds of Rom outside are being filtered out by his mind completely as Sam focuses on Gene entirely. Nothing else matters now... * |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 21 2015, 11:30 PM Post #465 |
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*Finally the commotion around his leg stops with one last tightening of the bandage. But he can still feel it - the deep penetrating ache in his thigh, the shooting pains up and down his leg... And then Sam's hands are on his face, one side sticking slightly to the blood drying on his split cheek. God, he must look a mess. Like a scarred baddie character from a comic book. The thought almost makes him chuckle, but to smile would hurt more than it's worth. Sitting up jostled him more than he'd like, but by gritting his teeth he's able to stay quiet. God, even just twitching his muscle feels like being stabbed all over again. Heart heavy with the desperation of it all, Gene doesn't even glance at the water - instead, he avoids Sam's gaze and continues trying to keep still and regulate his breathing.* You... You're gonna need it. More than I will. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 22 2015, 07:03 AM Post #466 |
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*Sam's fingers clench against Gene's shoulder at his response - how can he still be so stubborn?!* *in an exasperated and desperate murmur* Don't be an idiot...! You've lost-- *it hurts to say it out loud, feels like he's setting it in stone by saying it* -- you've lost a lot of blood, if you don't drink now, then...! *And Sam nudges the rim of the bottle against Gene's lips* Please... Please, Gene, just...! *Sam breaks off as his voice fails him, and he grips his partner a little bit tighter. He can't lose him... Not like this... He needs to make sure Gene makes it......! Which means he'll have to look at that cut on Gene's cheek as well, but first he needs to make sure Gene stops being a stubborn twat and starts drinking...!! * |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 22 2015, 06:30 PM Post #467 |
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*Gene swallows dryly - there's no point in him wasting water if he's just going to bleed out. Sam will need the water to survive. That's if the zombies clear enough for him to escape the tunnel eventually. But Sam's insisting, nudging the bottle against his lips, voice desperate and pleading. And Gene is thirsty... His head is spinning and he's tired beyond belief, trying hard to keep still despite the urge to flinch and writhe with each wave of pain. In the end he can't help parting his lips and swallowing, taking a couple of gulps of water before stopping, turning his head away with a grunt - he needs to make sure there's enough left for Sam if he--! Gene takes a deep breath, wincing and leaning into Sam's chest. And it strikes him that this is the first time they've been able to be physically this close in quite a while. The irony makes him grin despite the pain in his cheek.* Never.... Never thought it'd take bein' filleted to... get a cuddle! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 22 2015, 06:42 PM Post #468 |
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*Finally, Gene drinks, but... still not enough. Stupid, stubborn idiot. And then... then that comment. Sam hadn't even thought about it, but now that Gene mentions it... this really is the first time they've been like this since the day after Sam got bitten. The irony isn't lost on Sam, but where it seems to amuse Gene a little, it squeezes Sam's heart painfully, making him grit his teeth.* *quietly* Shut up and drink. *He nudges the water bottle towards Gene's mouth once more... and at the same time, he pulls him a little closer, adjusting their position ever so slightly, so that they end up closer to each other. These won't be their last few hours, Sam will make sure of that... but still, right now, every moment seems too precious to voluntarily avoid physical contact.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 22 2015, 09:44 PM Post #469 |
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*With a grimly amused huff of breath, Gene takes another swig of the water. Sam isn't going to give up, is he. Good, Gene's glad.* You're bossy all of a sudden..! *he shifts against Sam, craning his neck a little to look down at the mess his leg is in. His whole thigh is stained black-red with other patches dotted right down to his ankle where the blood's run down his skin. The clean bandage is already tinged red in places, but it looks like it might be slowing down - all that cleaning and pain can't have been for nothing... A weak wave of nausea washes through his stomach and he leans back again, swallowing hard. Okay, that's enough looking at blood for a bit!* I must smell like a Happy Meal to them. *nods at the door, still rattling with the force of hands and teeth* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 22 2015, 09:56 PM Post #470 |
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*Oh thank God, Gene is finally listening. Sam doesn't respond to him directly, but he does pull him in that little bit closer, trying to support him as much as possible. He follows Gene's gaze down his leg - Sam's only just seen it, but it still is hard to look at, and he half wishes Gene wouldn't be this curious... But there, he's leaning back again already. At Gene's comment, Sam turns his head only slightly, glancing behind him. Strangely, when he thinks about the walkers, he doesn't feel scared anymore. He only feels anger, boiling somewhere deep down. Waiting to break free again. Sam's grip on Gene tightens a little, and be turns back to look down at his partner.* They won't get you. *exhaled, then continues* Lemme 'ave a look at that cut... *and gently, Sam starts to lower Gene down into a lying position. He can't provide Gene with a pillow, not quite yet... But he will. First things first, though - once Gene is lying down and Sam has carefully pulled his arm out from under his back, he grabs the torch again along with the cloth he'd used before and moves to the other side. He doesn't shine the light at Gene's face directly, points it at the floor instead and tries to examine the wound in Gene's cheek like that. Most of the blood already seems dry and crusted up... But god, this looks like it's going to scar badly, considering they don't have a way of switching it up. Sam's chest tightens painfully at this, and he can't help himself, reaching out once more to gently places his hand on Gene's cheek, stroking his thumb up and down the clammy and sticky skin. What a mess... What a sodding mess.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 22 2015, 11:27 PM Post #471 |
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*There isn't even a hint of doubt as Sam says that the walkers won't get Gene... and Gene believes him. With the way that Sam is right now it looks as though an entire hoard wouldn't get through him. With that reassurance in mind, Gene tries to help as Sam lowers him down into a lying position, hissing as his leg muscles tense with the movement. It doesn't seem as though he's going to be able to move properly for a while. God knows how they're going to get out of here. If they get out of here. Jaw tense, Gene watches Sam's face in the dim torchlight as his partner inspects the cut. And the expression he sees isn't reassuring. It's deep, he can feel that much. When the gash was made it was slow and intentional. And it's long, too. Long enough to need stitches. Stitches that he won't get. It's ridiculous to be worried about his appearance, Gene knows. The world's gone to shit - nobody looks pretty any more. Nobody but Sam, anyway - god knows how he manages it! But still. Even if Gene doesn't survive this - if infection or blood loss take him - he's still going to feel an ache if he's been disfigured.* It... It that bad...? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 23 2015, 09:11 AM Post #472 |
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*Sam hesitates before replying - there's no point in trying to sugar-coat the truth, but... He wishes it wasn't like that...* It should... It should heal. I don't know. *bites his lip* Can't see much, I need to clean it. *Once again, Sam wets the piece of cloth (a bit of it that isn't already drenched in blood anyway). This time, though, he leaves the torch lying on the ground - he can get enough light this way.* I'll be careful, but... It's gonna hurt. *And how he wishes he didn't have to say that... If only they had painkillers. But as it is, they were lucky enough that the backpack Sam grabbed up wasn't already empty... He'll look through it properly later, but for now he needs to concentrate on Gene. Carefully and as gently as he can, Sam starts dabbing at the area around the cut, doing his best to wash away the dried blood first, so that he can get a good unobscured look at the gash itself.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 23 2015, 02:21 PM Post #473 |
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*Oh damn, here it comes again. Gene reluctantly turns his head to enable Sam to get a better look, gritting his teeth and closing his nearest eye as Sam starts to dab and wipe - it still hurts, but compared to the fire in his leg, it's nothing. It also feels like it may have stopped bleeding, but it definitely still doesn't feel right. The length and depth of the wound's probably making that worse.* ...Well? Am I still a sexy stallion, or...? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 23 2015, 02:43 PM Post #474 |
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*Sam works silently, completely ignoring the sounds still coming from outside, but at Gene's question, he can't help but huff out a breath - not quite in amusement, but it's something.* I've always viewed you as more of a cuddly lion myself. *Sam reaches down to slightly adjust the direction the torch is facing.. and there, now he's able to see the wound properly. Gene was lucky to some extent - Ragman didn't begin the cut in the corner of his mouth, so his cheek isn't actually split completely and exposing his jaws. However, the cut is deep still, starting close to his mouth and stretching back to a little underneath his cheekbone. If this wasn't the apocalypse, he'd be in for a good set of stitches for this. But now... Sam dabs at the cut some more before reaching for his backpack again, searching through it. He finds another two bottles of water, more bandages, some food, even a blanket and batteries... And, thank God, a handful of plasters - the big ones which you're normally supposed to cut smaller, but as it is, the size is perfect for what they need. Hardly believing their luck, some pries apart one of them and carefully sticks it across the side of Gene's face, managing to cover the entire cut.* There we go... *Sam glances at Gene's leg again. This is what they really have to worry about... His gaze shifts to the door. As soon as the hoarde disperses, he'll have to venture outside... Find his way back to the hatch - surely there will be a ladder there which he can use to climb up. He doesn't remember how they ended up in that shed though (his head gives a throb at that thought, reminding him of how Ragman hit him with his knife's handle), so finding his way back to the town might be tricky... but he'll have to try. Right now, however, Sam scrambles up to his feet, grabbing the torch and finally shining it around, trying to assess the size of the room they're in. And it's a room indeed, not a hallway - and it's fairly small, with a stack of rotting wood planks by the opposite wall. It must have been some sort of storage room... Making a decision, Sam crouches down again, behind Gene's head.* I'll move you over to that wall. *he shines his light over there so that Gene can see - it's the one furthest away from the door* Think you'll be alright? |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 23 2015, 11:29 PM Post #475 |
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*Gene's worried for a moment that Sam's going to find a needle and thread in that bag - amateur stitches in his face aren't exactly appealing to him, especially in this state. But no, just a plaster - and at least that'll keep any more dirt from getting in it... As Sam looks around and mentions moving him, Gene realises with a pang that Sam didn't really answer his question before. He still doesn't know how bad it is, or even if it'll scar badly. Though what's the point of worrying about that, really? He may not even live long enough for it heal up. To Sam's question, he sighs.* S'pose I'll have to be. *He doesn't have any choice. It's either that or lay in the middle of the floor forever.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 24 2015, 04:26 AM Post #476 |
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*If Sam knew the direction Gene's thoughts are taking, he'd be throwing a fit. As it is, however, he nods, sliding his hands underneath Gene's back again, taking a hold of his armpits and gently lifting up his upper body.* Were takin' it slow, don't worry... 'ere we go... *And Sam starts to pull Gene carefully, away from the door and further into the room. He does his best not to jostle Gene, to move in a way that doesn't upset his leg too much. Soon they are where Sam wants them to be. He lowers Gene down again, very gently, but he's not done yet; as quickly as he can, Sam slides out of his jacket (thank god the cannibals didn't think to take that off him), bundles it up, and then reaches down again to lift Gene's head slightly, placing the jacket underneath to provide him with a pillow. And finally, Sam pulls the blanket he'd found out of the backpack and spreads it over Gene. It's not exactly cold down here, strangely, but Gene's torso is bare, and there's still the possibility that he might go into shock. Sam can't take any chances, not on this. Sam pauses a moment, kneeling next to Gene. He's done everything he could - tended to the worst of the wounds, got Gene to a relatively safe place... He glances at the door - it still seems to be holding, and it sounds like the zombies are starting to move on as well - then back down at Gene. Finally, some of the adrenaline is starting to ebb away, and that irrational anger that had been fuelling him is subsiding as well. Sam exhales shakily. Only now is his mind allowing him to really reflect on what happened during the last couple of hours. It makes Sam sit down heavily, staring at the door. He doesn't even notice how he flicks off the torch (they need to preserve the batteries), but he does feel himself fumbling until he finds Gene's hand and takes it in his own slightly trembling, squeezing it. Next he finds himself leaning to over, carefully touching Gene's face until he knows he's cradling his unhurt cheek, and presses a lingering kiss to his partner's forehead. And then another one.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 24 2015, 11:55 PM Post #477 |
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*Gene tenses up as Sam begins to move him, focusing hard on not letting his leg bend too much. It hurts, but he manages - and it's a relief to be away from that damn door, even if the floor is cold and dirty against the bare skin of his back. Still feeling a little dizzy, everything else happens in a blur. There's movement under his head and then softness, the sound and smell of leather. Then an itchy but warm blanket falling over his chest, and when Gene opens his eyes again all he sees is darkness. Oh, the torch... Of course. Damn, he hadn't thought of that. The darkness suddenly feels suffocating - the zombies aren't scraping on the door as much now, but their hisses and groans are a terrifying reminder that the only thing keeping himself and Sam safe right now is an old door and a lock. And with no way of seeing, it's easy to imagine that the creatures are only mere inches away. Warm skin touches his own slightly chilled fingers, grabbing on and squeezing. Then lips on his forehead and again. If his body wasn't insistent on feeling very little scratch and pang right then, Gene may have imagined he'd dreamed it. But he didn't. Sam just kissed him. What little colour he still has rises in Gene's cheeks slowly. Voice weak and tired, he sighs.* Risk of infection doesn't seem so dangerous right now then, I see. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 25 2015, 08:28 AM Post #478 |
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*Sam tenses slightly at this - the thought is still there, of course. He still could be sealing Gene's fate. But.... * *his mouth still so close to Gebe that his breath must be ghosting over his skin, he mutters quietly, voice trembling slightly with the force of realisation, of trying to comprehend the events of the past couple hours* I could've lost you. I nearly... I nearly did. *Sam's fingers squeeze a little more tightly as though he's trying to keep Gene from floating away.* I can't... *Sam breaks off, not knowing how to continue. He can't what? Let go of Gene again, ever? That sounds about right, but Sam can't say it out loud, his throat has closed up too tight. Instead, Sam shifts slightly, the fingers of his other hand on Gene' s face stroking softly and shakily until he finds Gene's lips. A moment later, Sam is kissing Gene right there, gently and yet with an air of urgency.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 25 2015, 11:28 PM Post #479 |
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*Sam could have lost him.... He supposes that's true, though all along Gene's been more worried about losing Sam. When they took him outside, that was the last time Gene ever thought he'd see him. But Sam probably thought the same. Probably thought that Gene'd spend his last days withering away in a room somewhere until the group started to hack bits off of him to throw on a fire. And that's just as horrific. Once again they came so close to losing each other... And now they're stuck in a dark underground room with one of them unable to walk or fight. So things aren't really that much better, then... These thoughts mean that when Sam's fingers and then lips find his mouth, he doesn't resist. They're alive. And he's not going to deny either of them this small comfort. In fact, he embraces it fully - it's been so long and Sam's been so distant in this way.... Even if it means Sam knows that his injury is just as likely to kill him as any infection from Sam, Gene can't help a small thrill running through him as they meet. Once they part, Gene asks breathlessly.* ... Can't what...? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 26 2015, 07:19 PM Post #480 |
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*Sam pauses, his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness until he thinks he can at least see the outline of Gene's face. They're so close now... Sam can feel his partner's breath on his own skin. They've not been this close since Sam was bitten. They've not been alone like this since the outbreak. Sam strokes his hands down Gene's cheeks to his chin, then brings them up again, cupping his partner's face. The caresses help him calm down as well, to stow away all this baseless anger that's been running through him. His limbs are trembling with the exertion of the last hour, and yet, concentrating fully on Gene, Sam is beginning to feel strangely calm.* *in a hoarse whisper*....... I can't stay away from you......! *And so, once again, Sam leans in, going for another kiss - more urgent this time. Distancing himself from Gene was a mistake, he can see that clearly now. He should have taken his miraculous cure as a sign... But he won't make that same mistake twice. Not when Gene is wounded like this... Not when the future just became even more uncertain.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 26 2015, 09:33 PM Post #481 |
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*Can't stay away from him.... Sam's urgency is contagious. Time could be short, especially now that he's compromised like this. And they've stayed away from physical contact for so long. They can't keep it up now, not after this. Not when the chances of them getting out of the mine let alone all the way to the sanctuary are shrinking by the hour. So Gene kisses back, the pain in his wounded face not enough to stop him. That's not important now. The bloodloss and exhaustion aren't enough to stop him, and neither is the ever present sting and throb from his leg. All that matters is being close to Sam. Showing him exactly what he feels. His blood-smeared hand rises, loosely gripping the fabric of Sam's sleeve, making sure that he doesn't pull away. That he can't get up and go. Because shirtless and cold from lack of blood, Gene needs Sam to stay. He needs his partner close. Closer than ever.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 26 2015, 10:07 PM Post #482 |
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*It's not exactly the most romantic soundtrack, the scraping and thudding and howling and moaning from outside, but Sam can't hear it anymore, not over the sound of Gene's breathing coming out through his nose, not over the feeling of their lips, melting together. Sam shifts, following the loose tug of Gene's hand on his sleeve, leaning in closer and closer until he's nearly draped half across Gene's torso, his one hand having slid round the back of Gene's head and stroking through his hair. He only ever breaks away to take a quick breath before kissing Gene again, so thoroughly and lovingly and desperately, needing to express all those feelings he had tried to shove away for their benefit, for the sake of Gene's safety. None of that, now; it's all coming out, flowing out of him, and Sam can't stop it. Doesn't want to. Not even the fact that Gene is exhausted and injured is stopping him - he can feel Gene giving back, needing this as much as he does, and it spurs him on, makes him shift until he's even closer, pressing against Gene as much as possible without jarring his bad leg.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 26 2015, 10:51 PM Post #483 |
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*Gene can feel himself beginning to warm as Sam gets his heart pumping. The slow rush causes his head to spin, and soon he's lost and floating, anchored only by Sam's lips on his, Sam's body against his. He's missed this. More than he can ever express. With a soft moan, half pleasure and half pain, Gene murmurs against Sam's lips.* .... Thought we'd never do this again.... *for so many reasons. Sam's refusal before, Gene watching Sam being dragged outside to be killed... So many reasons why they could not be together and alive right now.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 27 2015, 08:04 AM Post #484 |
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*Sam pulls back a little, giving a small pained huff.* ... I know. *He wants to go in for another kiss, but something makes him hesitate, makes him hover mere centimetres above Gene's face, staring down into the darkness. His hand strokes down, caressing Gene's unhurt cheek, feeling the skin. So close. So very close. Sam takes another breath, trying to put into words what's going on in his head.* ... I just... I couldn't risk it. I couldn't... Be the cause... *He breaks off, exhaling and grimacing over the tightness in his chest. The prickling in his eyes is back as well now, and it's starting to become audible in his voice.* ... You... You're gonna be okay. This isn't some sort of... Mercy thing that I'm doing, alright? *It's becoming hard to speak, Sam has to swallow again, and he can feel wetness starting to trickle down from his eyes, dripping off his face.* Promise... Promise you won't give up. Y-you didn't allow me to give up either, so please. Promise me. I'll do what I can, I-I'll fix you, but you have to stay strong. *whispering now, completely overwhelmed* P-please. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 27 2015, 11:29 PM Post #485 |
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*Gene blinks as a droplet hits his forehead. There's no question what that water is, and the knowledge makes his heart hurt and memories flash through his mind. He remembers the desperation, the utter hopelessness he felt when he saw Sam get bitten. When he saw him deteriorate, saw him grow weaker... And to think that Sam went through something similar just now.... Gene never wanted that. And Sam sounds so broken now as he tries to force Gene to promise he won't give up. He must know that there's a chance Gene won't make it. And as another droplet falls into his face, Gene knows for sure that Sam's fully aware of that. In the darkness, Gene allows his face to show the emotions he usually tries so hard to hide, mouth setting in a grim line and eyes sparkling with pain. Sam sounds utterly wrecked... Sam if Gene allows himself to, he'd realise that he sounds just the same.* I won't give up. Gotta make it, haven't we. You an' me. *They have to, they just have to. But Gene can feel the stab wound throbbing in time with his heart, pulsing against the bandage... And though his gut is trying to tell him something bad, Gene ignores what that could mean. His gut's usually right so often it must be due a mistake.... * |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 27 2015, 11:53 PM Post #486 |
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*Sam nods, even though he knows Gene can't see him, the tears dripping down steadily now.* Yeah. Th-the two of us. *Indeed, Sam knows that the situation is bad. So bad. It's dubious that they'll make it out of the mine alive, let alone reach the safe haven. But then, nobody survives an infection - but Sam did. That thought in mind, fuelling a desperate determination, Sam leans down again to kiss Gene, to properly and thoroughly kiss him this time, not holding back. He's gonna be okay, he's gonna be okay.... Sam needs to show Gene. That he won't let him give up, and that he won't leave him alone. Sam is done staying away, holding back with everything he has. No more of that. Not when too much is at stake. When he lets up, Sam presses his forehead against Gene's, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He can do this. He can save Gene.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 28 2015, 07:26 PM Post #487 |
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*Sam's tears keep falling, Gene can feel them. And every one breaks his heart just a little more. He could die down here... And Sam'll be alone... and nobody in the rest of the group will even have a clue. Both Sam and Gene are dead to them already. There's nobody to come to the rescue. But despite the dark, sinking feeling in his stomach, Gene knows he has to remain positive. He's going to be okay... He has to be. Sam said he would be. They'll walk out of here together...! Gene sighs shakily as Sam's forehead settles on his own. There's nothing they can do now but wait. Wait for the hoard outside to wander off or for his condition to deteriorate. But even though things look bleak there's one bright side Gene can force himself to see.* At... At least this is better than bein' made into a Hunt Hamburger...! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 28 2015, 07:51 PM Post #488 |
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*Sam gives a shakey laugh which comes out as more of a shakey sob, pressing his hand more closely against Gene's face.* Y-yeah. I never... I didn't think we'd run into these types. *Sam sniffles slightly, rubbing his head against Gene's a little. He doesn't want to think about those people anymore. They hurt Gene, and the thought of that makes anger bubble up again, but while he embraced it earlier, in the heat of the situation, he now shies back from it. He needs to stay focused on Gene now... Focused on helping. It's time to settle down. One last stroke down Gene's face, and Sam whispers* Hang on a sec... I need to fetch something... *He moves away slowly, but once they've lost contact entirely Sam's motions become fast and efficient. He reaches over and flicks on the torch, shining it over to the door quickly. He's looking for... There. The pipe he'd been using earlier, dark stains covering one end of it. He retrieves it, laying it down close to Gene. Next, he makes sure that the backpack is within reach as well. Lastly, he picks up the water bottle once more, putting down the torch next to him.* *softly* You need to drink more of that. *His hand is on Gene's shoulder already, ready to help him up, but waiting in case Gene has any serious objections. Although Sam won't allow them. Gene needs to be okay, and Sam will make sure that he will be - he can't permit himself to think of anything else.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 28 2015, 09:43 PM Post #489 |
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*Gene closes his eyes as Sam caresses his face, lulled by the soothing motion - but as Sam moves away he opens them again, rolling his head to the side and following the torch beam as it appears and moves. The weapon. So Sam's getting ready in case he needs it. And the backpack. Makes sense. The water, though... Gene knows he needs it, but he can't help the thoughts running through his head - thoughts he's conditioned himself to think in order to survive these last few months. Conserve, save, don't waste. And then there's his leg... Sitting up again is going to hurt. Hesitant, Gene turns his head away slightly, voice quiet as he replies.* Can't drink it all at once... We need to save it. Don't know how long we'll be stuck down 'ere. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 28 2015, 10:01 PM Post #490 |
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*Sam's hand remains on Gene's shoulder, his voice still soft, but insistent.* Gene, you lost... You lost blood. Your body needs to make up for that loss of liquid. You need to drink. *sighs, squeezing Gene's shoulder a little.* Just a little... Please. *If Gene doesn't drink now, he'll be in serious danger... He needs to help his body deal with the injury. Sam knows they have to be very careful with the sparse supplies they have left, but what good will that do if it means Gene will suffer more and grow even weaker?* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 28 2015, 10:11 PM Post #491 |
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*Gene closes his eyes again, his instincts screaming at him to not waste resources. Sam's going to need some water too, and the quicker they go through the supplies the sooner they're going to have to leave the relative shelter of this small safe haven. But Sam sounds desperate, and he doesn't have the energy to fight, not in his state. So once again Gene caves, starting to push himself up with a strained grunt. The blanket slips down his torso, pooling around his hips and his body trembles with the effort and the shooting pains his sliced muscle creates. As he pushes, Gene grates out,* Just a s-sip then... An' you'd best 'ave some too. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 28 2015, 10:15 PM Post #492 |
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*Realising that Gene is finally complying, Sam once more slides his arm round his partner's back and slowly helps him sit up, taking most of his weight in order to make this as easy for Gene as possible. A little hesitantly, he nods.* Deal. *But not before Gene's had his share... So Sam places the bottle at Gene's lips, gently allowing him to drink as much as he needs.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 28 2015, 10:41 PM Post #493 |
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*Gene's breathing heavily again once he's sat upright, leaning back against Sam in order to stay that way. The amount of pain radiating from his thigh is nearly unbearable. But there's nothing that can be done. Nothing. He swallows twice, allowing the water to wash into his mouth but stops after that. He's not going to take more than that. Now it's up to Sam to uphold his end of the deal. He can't help but ask though, in a shaky voice.* Don't s'pose there're any painkillers in that bag...? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 29 2015, 08:37 AM Post #494 |
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*In the dim light of the torch, Sam can see the lines of pain etched into Gene's face, and he has to grip the bottle a little harder to stop his hand from shaking. He knows he's done everything he possibly could, for the time being, but the knowledge doesn't stop him from wishing that he were able to relieve Gene's pain, at least a little... Gene doesn't drink as much as Sam would like, but it's something. He'll definitely try to make him take a bit more water, but first... Sam raises the bottle to his lips to take a swig, but then he hesitates at Gene's question. Shit... If he's actually asking for them, it really must be bad. Sam grits his teeth and shakes his head.* I'll check again, but I didn't find any earlier... The... They must've removed them. *Now he does take a quick sip, another one, and then he puts the bottle down again, holding it close to Gene's mouth again. The bottle is half full still, and whatever Gene might think, Sam is not going to back down on that one. Especially now, it's important that Gene gets as much fluid as possible.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 29 2015, 10:15 PM Post #495 |
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*Gene takes one more quick swig of the water, telling himself that this'll be his last one for now. Sam may be insisting, but Gene's still got to look out for him. As long as he's still breathing, some part of Gene is always going to want to take charge of something.* Mmhh... Bastards. *He takes a breath, anger and injustice in his voice as he thinks about the number of people in the cannibals group. All those mouths to feed, all those people to medicate. Such a waste of innocent people's resources. Those pricks didn't deserve anything they took.* How many people did they take... How many poor sods had to go through what we nearly did... *stifling a hiss of pain and frustration, Gene looks down and shakes his head.* It's not like good people are on every street corner any more. Humanity's got enough crap to deal with, and now this! |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 29 2015, 10:24 PM Post #496 |
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*Sam's grip on Gene tightens a little as the latter speaks. He's right... Sam hadn't allowed himself to think about it, but the two of them definitely weren't the first to fall prey to that group... God. Like the zombies aren't enough...* ...you were right. They're no better than the walkers. *Sam breaks off there, realising that his heart has started to beat faster again, pumping hard as anger grips him. But no... He can't have that now... And the fact that Sam doesn't seem to have much control over this scares him a little. However, for now he can concentrate on Gene, and so he does - setting down the bottle and carefully lowering Gene down until his head is resting on the jacket-turned-pillow again. Now that they've both had a drink, there is nothing else left to do... Nothing but wait and rest.* Listen, if you need anythin' else, now's the time to say it... |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 30 2015, 07:56 PM Post #497 |
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*Gene grits his teeth as he's lowered back down, exhaling slowly once his head touches the jacket and the pain ebbs down slowly. There's plenty that Gene wants - painkillers, a shirt, a hot shower, a three course dinner, not to have been stabbed in the leg... But Sam can't provide those things. Nobody can.* Naah, you're alright. Just... *there is one thing Sam can do... And really it's the most important one on the list. It makes him feel even more pathetic to say it out loud, and he's sure Sam's going to do it anyway, but... He has to get it out there.* Just.... Don't leave me, yeah? Not yet, anyway. Just... Stay close... For a bit? |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 30 2015, 09:06 PM Post #498 |
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*Sam waits anxiously for Gene to day something, and when he does... For a moment, Sam is speechless. Then, he looks down, giving a pained huff that's too close to being a little sob. His face is still damp, and he rubs at it before glancing over at the door. He can still hear the walkers, shuffling about and snarling, banging at the door, but there's definitely less activity outside now, and the door seems to be holding. For what it's worth, they're safe. Sam looks back down at Gene and nods.* 'course. *He makes sure that the pipe is within reach before switching off the torch, leaving it close to them as well. Then, Sam shifts, lies down next to Gene. Gently, almost as if he's scared to hurt Gene, he feels for him, making sure he knows where his face, neck and torso are, and then he drapes his arm across his partner's chest, shuffling in as close as he possibly can. Finally, he places his other arm round the back of Gene's head, pressing a kiss to Gene's cheek.* *whispers* I won't leave. Ever. |
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| Gene Hunt | Jul 30 2015, 09:51 PM Post #499 |
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*Gene shifts as much as he comfortably can, making sure that Sam can lie next to him properly, and once Sam's settled and nestled in close, Gene murmurs his reply.* Thanks. *staring up into the dark above them, Gene takes a moment to savour Sam's presence beside him. He can feel the warmth of him against his bare skin, the weight of his arm across his chest, the steady thrum of life from inside him. After how far apart they've been, it's just what Gene needs. Then, he realises. Sam could have made it out alone if he'd wanted. He was outside when the zombies hit. He could have run...! But he didn't, did he. With a frown, Gene adds,* An' thanks for... You know... Comin' back to get me. Though you know you could've run. Could've been a mile away by now. |
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| Sam Tyler | Jul 30 2015, 09:58 PM Post #500 |
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*It's as much a relief and and comfort to Sam to have Gene next to him, alive and breathing, as it is for Gene. He'd be content to listen to the sound of his partner's breathing until they fall asleep, but he can sense that Gene's brain is still rattling away, and a moment later his suspicions are confirmed. However, what Gene says gives Sam a stab, and he grips onto Gene a little tighter, staring at him in the dark. He's silent for a little while, just trying to process it.* .... I couldn't, though. You... You know that. I couldn't leave you. *Sam hesitates for a moment, before adding in a softer voice* You didn't leave me either. |
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