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| Topic Started: Mar 9 2015, 11:45 PM (7,961 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 | Sep 9 2015, 12:23 AM Post #601 |
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*Gene grunts as he tries to help Sam sit him up, gritting his teeth against the way his damaged leg muscle flexes. He breathes for a moment, readying himself to swallow before holding a slightly clumsy hand out to take the pill from Sam and clap it into his mouth. One swig of water and a gulp and it's gone. Gene has no clue what he's just taken, but he trusts Sam, so there's no need to question it. Maybe a painkiller, maybe an antibiotic... Whatever it is he hopes it helps. He can already feel his strength ebbing away and his head swim, his whole body aching and shivering with the effort of trying to fight and heal. Gene closes his eyes and breathes out slowly, trying to focus his mind. He needs to stay awake and stay strong. Coherent. For Sam as well as himself.* Damn well hope so... Need to, uhm... *He frowns, trying to connect his thoughts*... Need to cool down... |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 9 2015, 12:33 PM Post #602 |
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*The way Gene is hesitating and slurring slightly, obviously having trouble keeping his thoughts together, makes Sam's stomach drop even further. He can't delay this any longer... he has to act now...!* You will. Trust me. *Gently lowering Gene back down (he didn't miss that grimace earlier - moving hurts him even more...), Sam turns his attention back to the tools next to him. His eyes linger on the syringes, the sewing kit. C'mon Sam. Hide those bad feelings away. Sam's jaw sets.* I'll 'ave to 'ave a look at the stab, see how bad it is. I'll clean it, disinfect it, and then... well, then we'll see how much of a girl I really am, won't we. *It's a poor attempt at humour, but it's all Sam has.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 9 2015, 08:15 PM Post #603 |
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*Gene grunts again as he's lowered back down, screwing his eyes shut. Sam's going to have to unwrap his leg... He's not looking forward to that, but he's going to have to just grin and bear it.* Just don't cry on me, y-yeah? |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 9 2015, 08:25 PM Post #604 |
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*Sam huffs.* I'll so my best, Guv. *And with this, Sam hesitates no longer. Pulling one of the smaller knives from his backpack, he very carefully cuts open the bandages around Gene's leg.* Here goes... *He picks up the torch and places it between his teeth - he needs to see properly... And then it starts. In a way both deliberately and unconsciously at the same time, Sam shuts down all his personal worries, and draws on that part of himself that's helped him make DCI, that's always helped him when he had to be the rock in the middle of a storm-swept sea of uncertainty and chaos. His hands become more steady as he very gently and carefully probes the wider area around the wound. The bleeding has stopped, but there's no doubt that the wound is infected. The torch still in his mouth, Sam picks up a clean piece of cloth and an antiseptic, holding it both up so that Gene can see what he's doing, and then starts to clean the wound properly, wiping away the crusted over traces of blood and the clear liquid resulting from the infection.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 10 2015, 10:50 PM Post #605 |
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*His leg feels weird. That's the only word Gene can think of to describe it apart from 'painful'. It feels weak, but also large. Numb and stinging at the same time. A wave of discomfort rolls over him once the bandages are away and the wound is exposed to the air - to have it unprotected and open to anything. But it's Sam, he reminds himself. Sam's helping him, he has to let it happen... Gene doesn't look at the antiseptic and the cloth that Sam holds up - he knows what's coming. And it's instant - that sting, that involuntary flinch that comes from a muscle in pain. A stifled hiss makes it past Gene's clenched teeth, but apart from that he manages to control himself and stay quiet and still. The less he fussed the quicker this'll be over... * |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 11 2015, 06:00 PM Post #606 |
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*At Gene's hiss, Sam places his momentarily free hand further up on his partner's leg, not squeezing, but keeping there with gentle pressure - It's okay, Gene, you'll be okay, before he continues working. In the yellowish torch light, it's hard to tell just how bad it is, but Sam knows that in this world, even the slightest cut can become dangerous. This is a wound that needs his full attention and the best of his abilities as an amateur nurse. He's done with the cleaning now, putting down the cloth and the antiseptic before removing the torch from between his teeth. Leaning down closer to Gene, to ensure his partner can see him, Sam does his best to keep his voice calm as he says* Easy part's done. Now - I've got a local anaesthetic here, so hopefully you won't be feelin' the actual stitches, but I'll 'ave to apply it through a syringe. *Sam reaches out, placing his free hand on Gene's arm* Are you gonna be all right with that? *It's a useless question - it's either that or death, basically - but Sam feels he needs to give Gene at least an illusion of choice, to take some of the gravity off the situation.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 12 2015, 09:29 AM Post #607 |
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*Gene feels Sam's hand on his leg, trying to comfort and soothe... But the other more unpleasant sensations override his efforts. Gritting his teeth and tensing his muscles, Gene rides it out until Sam pauses. And Oh. Here it comes, then... But thank god - anaesthetic! He'd be begging for that whether he was having stitches or not. Anything to calm down this fire in his leg!* Yeah, do it... Do it. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 12 2015, 05:49 PM Post #608 |
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*Sam nods, inwardly relieved that Gene hasn't balked. In the gloom, it's tricky to handle the syringe and the bottle containing the anaesthetic, but Sam knows he has to manage - they only have that one chance. And he manages, after a bit of fiddling. Of course, Sam has no idea where to apply it exactly, where the injection might be easier on Gene... He just has to go through with it. Taking a breath, Sam lowers the syringe slowly - but then, he remembers something.* Cough a bit. *It's a trick he knows the nurses used on him when he was a child, to distract him from the exact moment the needle would puncture the skin. A few seconds later, it's done. Hopefully it'll work... God, it HAS to work. Sam doesn't look forward to doing sitches with Gene writhing and groaning in pain....!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 12 2015, 11:17 PM Post #609 |
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*Gene can feel his own breathing speeding up a little as Sam readies the needle. He may be a big strong DCI with a stab wound, but still the prick of a needle worries him. Then he hears Sam's suggestion - cough? Why... But he's not going to argue. He doesn't have the energy. Drawing in a breath, Gene lets out a slight cough - and as he does he feels a pressure on his leg. A tiny stab of pain. It takes a moment for him to work it out, but all of a sudden he realises. Sam's done it. It's in. And as the liquid begins to spread, there's a bizarre kind of coldness that starts seeping into his skin, through his muscle. It's slow, but it's definitely there. Straining to lift his head and look down at it, Gene frowns and grunts breathlessly.* That... That it? |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 13 2015, 09:41 AM Post #610 |
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*Sam looks over at Gene, some anxiety bleeding through his forced calm.* Yeah. Is it - is it working? *God, he hopes it is... he hopes the doctor didn't give him something that's lost its potency....! To help Gene, he puts his free hand near the wound, applying just enough pressure for Gene to be able to feel it, should the anaesthetic not be working.* D'you feel this? |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 14 2015, 10:45 PM Post #611 |
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*Gene waits in anticipation for Sam to touch him - to make him flinch again. To confirm that he's going to have to feel every stitch... But the cold that was spreading through his leg is slowly turning into no feeling at all. And as he waits, all he can feel is a slight pressure - no pain, just... A numb sensation. Thank god... So the stuff does work.... With a grateful and relieved chuckle, Gene manages to scrape up enough brain cells to attempt a little light humour.* Try... A foot higher. Might feel something then...! |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 15 2015, 08:45 AM Post #612 |
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*It takes Sam a moment before he understands what Gene is saying, but when he does, he tilts his head up with a relieved chuckle.* I'll save it for later. *So that means... There's nothing keeping him anymore. Sam doesn't move for a second, staring into the distance. Then, once again, he pulls himself together. The torch is in his mouth again now as he starts threading the thread through the needle - it takes a good few seconds, fiddly as it is, but finally he's managed to do it. Removing the torch once more, Sam glances over at Gene... But there's nothing he can say. He just has to do it. He takes a breath. Right. Torch in mouth, Sam gets to work.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 17 2015, 03:27 PM Post #613 |
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*it doesn't hurt exactly, as Sam pierces his skin with the needle... But he can feel something, from sure. A mild discomfort. The parts of his leg that he can still feel being jostled slightly by the motion. It's a strange sensation, but one he can bear. Even though he knows Sam has the torch in his mouth though, Gene needs to do something about the silence. Knowing what's going on down there is making him twitchy.* So...how'd it go? Up there? M'guessing the hoarde's buggered off for now...? |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 17 2015, 05:38 PM Post #614 |
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*Sam doesn't dare look away from his work. It's going better than expect, but he can't allow himself to think much further than helping Gene - if he would think about what he's actually doing, that he's sewing together skin, piercing through it again and again... it would make him feel more than just queasy. So Gene's words are met with silence. Sam can't stop. He simply nods at Gene's last question, keeping his eyes on Gene's leg as he works. Sweat is trickling down the side of his face, but he doesn't even notice in his concentration. And stitch by stitch, Sam closes up the stab - not exactly expertly, but still surprisingly well, considering he's never done this before. And then, finally... Sam leans back with a long sigh, having just knotted up the rest of the thread, lowering the needle and closing his eyes for a moment as he takes the torch out of his mouth.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 18 2015, 11:34 PM Post #615 |
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*It seems to take both an age and just a moment all at the same time. There's an odd feeling in his skin, his muscle; the deep wound slowly pulled back together, bit by bit. And as his body shifts Gene finally begins to feel some pain rather than just pressure - deep inside, near the bone. But he needs to keep still - needs to let Sam finish. So he takes a deep breath and holds it, letting it out at last when Sam sits back. That's it. It must be done. Swallowing hard and trying his best not to think about the thread holding his leg together, Gene laughs breathlessly.* Not gonna... throw up on me, are you? |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 19 2015, 01:25 PM Post #616 |
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*Sam huffs something that's between a laugh and a sob, runs a hand down his face. Realises that said hand is somewhat bloody, and lowers it slowly. Then he shakes his head.* Won't. Nothin' to heave up anyway. *Still moving slowly, Sam picks up the piece of cloth and wipes his hand, before picking up a roll of bandages and starting to wrap them around Gene's legs, trying not to go too tight with them.* Almost there... |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 20 2015, 12:24 AM Post #617 |
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*in the dim torch light Gene can see the sticky redness smeared over Sam's fingers. His blood over Sam's fingers. Christ.... He takes a slow, steadying breath and closes his eyes again, only half aware of Sam continuing to work on his leg, bandaging him up. He hates that Sam has to do this. He hates that he himself has to experience this. He hates that he feels so useless and hot and cold and cloudy and sore.... And the uncertainty of it all. Sam's stitched the wound closed, but it's already starting to become infected. What will they do if it doesn't heal? What will Sam do if Gene-- Jaw clenching, Gene whispers.* You think that's... That's gonna do it? Think... Think that's Gonna stop me from....? |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 20 2015, 08:53 AM Post #618 |
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*Something about Gene's voice makes Sam look over at him sharply - he can't have Gene doubting it, he just can't... Sam's done everything he possibly could, it has to be enough, it simply HAS to. Sam swallows, then nods.* Yeah. *It's the exhaustion that's making his voice shake slightly, can't be anything else.* Made sure of that. *Wiping his hands once more, Sam reaches down to the bundle of pill packets, searching for a few seconds before coming up with what he needs.* Found antibiotics as well - that should help the process further. *Once again, Sam has to help Gene sit up, and he does it just as carefully and gently as all the other times.* Take this, and we'll be done for now. Can try and eat something, if you like. *His voice is still brittle, despite Sam's attempt at lightening the mood somewhat.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 20 2015, 07:36 PM Post #619 |
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*Gene takes the tablets without a fuss - now that Sam sounds more optimistic he needs to try and hang on even more. He can't let this be the end. He needs to fight this and stay with Sam. Get better and keep them both safe. He will make it throught this. Swallowing once more against the lump left in his throat by the pills, Gene lets out a slow sigh and shivers. The thought of food makes his stomach twinge. What if he throws it up? He's not going to be able to take the kind of pain that'd cause to his leg...* W-what did you find? Something that's not gonna come back up the way they went in? |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 20 2015, 07:42 PM Post #620 |
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*Sam is still keep Gene upright, supporting his weight with his arm and making sure that Gene knows that Sam is there, and not letting go. Supporting him through this.* Beans mostly. Some soup as well, come to think of it... *he bites at his lip - he doesn't want to force this on Gene, but...* Look, I won't force-feed you... but with the pills you took, you'll be on the safer side eating something now. Help your stomach cope with 'em. |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 20 2015, 10:51 PM Post #621 |
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*dammit, what Sam's saying makes sense. He may actually have to risk it and just hope that the fever doesn't reach the 'throwing up' stage. So he rolls his eyes a little and sighs once more.* Fine... If you 'ave something too. You're the one doin' all the runnin' about. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 21 2015, 11:50 AM Post #622 |
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*Sam's face twitches into a slight grimace at this - Gene just won't let it go, he can't stop worrying for Sam... It's both frustrating and relieving. Exhaling audibly, Sam nods.* Will do. I know you don't like eating alone, after all. C'mon, let's get you sat up properly... *They're very close to one of the walls, so it won't take much effort - Sam takes care with moving Gene, gently pulling until his back is resting against the wall, the blanket lying across his lap.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 21 2015, 11:59 PM Post #623 |
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*Gene can't help the edges of his mouth twitching into a reluctant smile at that - Sam knows him too well. The smile quickly drops though as Sam begins to pull him along. The local anaesthetic in his leg seems to be helping, so it's not quite as painful as Gene'd expected, but it's still a bit of an effort not to swear at the jostling. But before long Gene's leaning back against the wall and tugging at the blanket in his lap. Despite his skin feeling too warm to the touch, inside Gene feels a chill. His muscles feel cold, the very bones of him lacking warmth. Hopefully some food's give him the energy his body needs to burn to sort that out...* Agh.... How... How much food 'ave we got exactly? Enough to last? *if he survives this it's still going to take a while before they're both able to walk out of here and be on their way.... * |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 22 2015, 02:43 PM Post #624 |
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*Gene's groan doesn't go by unnoticed. Sam grimaces, knowing that it can't be helped - Gene has to be sitting up for this - but he still wishes... ... oh, what good does wishing do. Sam squeezes Gene's shoulder for a moment before turning around and picking up a couple of tins along with an opener.* Right now, it's enough. There's more up there as well - the hoarde is gone and there's a fairly sizeable food storage up there. I'll go up again later and restock properly, couldn't take much earlier on account of the medicine... *Having opened one of the tins, Sam holds it out to Gene, rummaging for a stray plastic spoon in his backpack in the other.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 22 2015, 09:13 PM Post #625 |
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*Right. At least there's more then. It may be almost pitch black down here, the air may be stale and Gene may be in pain and burning up.... But they've got enough food not to have to worry about filling themselves up tonight. And that's something to be grateful for. Reaching out, Gene takes a hold of the tin and gives it a sniff.* Mmm. Gourmet. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 22 2015, 09:16 PM Post #626 |
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*For a moment, there's a wry little grimace on Sam's face as he hands Gene the spoon.* At least it's not human. *A bit more rummaging, and Sam's got a tin and spoon of his own, settling down next to Gene with a low sigh. Finally he can sit down... actually relax, after a fashion... It's quiet outside of the room, there doesn't seem to be anything close to them... But Sam can't eat just yet. He has to see Gene eating first... has to see that he isn't too weak...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 23 2015, 09:12 PM Post #627 |
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*Gene snorts, both out of disgust and grim amusement. The thought that HE could have been like the contents of this can... Minced or chopped, on the end of someone's fork... It's enough to make him want to throw up right here. So he'll just... Not think about it. Concentrate on scooping up a spoonful and not imagining fresh pink meat in its place. .... On second thoughts, maybe he'll wait a minute. Slightly shakily, Gene lowers the spoon back down and rests it in the can.* ... How many, d'you think? How many before us... |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 23 2015, 09:19 PM Post #628 |
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*Sam doesn't realise he's made a big mistake until he looks over at Gene at that question, noticing that he isn't eating. Shit, that was careless. He really must be tired and exhausted to make an insensitive comment like that...! Guilt washing over him, Sam reaches out and squeezes Gene's slightly trembling hands gently, but firmly.* No use thinking about that. All right? What matters is that it's stopped now. The hoarde got nearly all of them, far as I could tell. *And those the hoarde didn't get, Sam took care of... A slight twitch goes through Sam at the thought, but he tries to keep a straight face. He doesn't need Gene to know... to worry... Gene needs to concentrate on recovering.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 23 2015, 11:07 PM Post #629 |
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*Gene frowns down at the can, not really even seeing it. Thank god that they're all dead, mostly - nobody else has to go through that now. But it doesn't change what happened for those poor people the hunters found before. How many? How old? In what circumstances? Couples? Families? It makes Gene's blood run cold. He unlatches one hand from the can to return Sam's hold, his fingers entwining with his partner's. Those people had fought, just like he and Sam had. And their stories had ended in that dreadful way. God, what if...! A sudden panic in his heart, Gene looks at Sam through the dark.* That map of yours... The trail you marked... |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 24 2015, 10:23 AM Post #630 |
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*There's a moment of relief as Gene properly grasps his hand, and Sam takes a good hold of his partner's hand, trying to transfer as much calmness to him as possible. But then, his question. Sam is speechless for a moment - he hadn't even considered that. He doesn't know if the two of them have been following the path on the map exactly, and he doesn't know which town they're close to... But if the group came through here... No... No, that's not possible... No. Sam leans in, needing to make sure that Gene can see him in the gloom.* They... They didn't come through here. *his voice doesn't sound as sure as he'd like it to, so Sam licks his lips and swallows, trying again.* ... They're a big group... I doubt these cowards would've had the gall to attack them... And there were no signs of them having been 'lucky' before they got us. Think, Gene - they couldn't 'ave killed them all this fast. We're not that far behind the team, so if they'd got them, there would've been.... *God, no, he can't think about that... Sam exhales.* I didn't find anything familiar up there either, apart from your coat. The others didn't come through this area. I'm positive about that. |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 24 2015, 10:20 PM Post #631 |
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*Gene's gaze wanders from Sam's face as he takes this in, staring into nothing as he tries to accept what Sam says as the supposed truth. If they'd caught the rest of the group there'd have been... Bodies. And with the number of them, there'd be a few still alive, surely. The purpose of stabbing just to hobble was to keep their livestock just that - alive. Until they ran out of food, anyway. No fridges any more. Gene takes a slow breath before looking back down at the can, and then down to his thigh. The group must have been lucky. They must have just missed the hunt. It's going to kill Gene not knowing for sure... But for now, the assumption that they're safe is going to have to do.* ... Alright. We'll just have to catch up to 'em. Make sure. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 24 2015, 10:35 PM Post #632 |
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*Sam is relieved that Gene seems to accept his assurances, but still - it's obvious that Gene won't stop thinking about that. He's still the Guv, after all. So Sam leans in and gently kisses his cheek, needing to distract him somehow. Gene needs to focus on himself... On recovering.* *murmurs against Gene's skin* We will. Promise. But you 'ave to get better for that... So please, Gene... *Sam gently disentangles his fingers before closing them around Gene's hand, gently coaxing him to grip his spoon properly again and to start eating.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 26 2015, 09:47 PM Post #633 |
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*Gene takes a deep breath as he feels the warm lips on his cheek, letting the air out slowly in an attempt to settle his nerves. Sam's right. They need to get on their way as soon as possible. And that isn't going to happen until Gene's able to walk. And he won't be able to walk if he doesn't have energy. So he strenghtens his fingers around the spoon and lifts it again. He's not hungry and he still feels a little queasy from the thoughts still floating around his head... But with an effort, he manages to get a spoonful into his mouth and swallow it.* There. Happier now? |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 26 2015, 10:00 PM Post #634 |
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*Yet more relieve floods through Sam as Gene does indeed start to eat, and he nuzzles his nose against Gene's cheek gently, almost playfully.* *quietly* Yeah. *And he is indeed starting to relax a little. Feeling Gene's warmth next to him - a bit too much of it, what with the fever -, feeling Gene's breathing, feeling him move... Feeling that he's alive. And that Sam himself is alive as well, that he's filled with love and care instead of that strange, almost alien rage and bloodlust. All of this serves to help Sam unwind slowly. He won't eat just yet though - he wants to have both his hands free in case Gene needs help with anything.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 27 2015, 11:31 PM Post #635 |
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*Feeling Sam relax next to him - that soft nuzzle, the way Sam's weight seems to sink against him a little more - it helps to finally settle his stomach enough for him to start feeling hungry once again. If Sam's relaxed and happy that's enough. That's all he needs. So he slowly munches his way through half the can, trying to stop his hand from shaking too much. The fever is still thrumming through his body, but that can't stop him. He needs to get strong again. He needs to find the others. Make sure they're okay. Keep Sam safe. Done, he drops his hands into his lap, the spoon and can resting against his good leg. It's time for Sam to eat now.* Go on then, you finish it off. You're the one who's been running about like a mad thing. |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 28 2015, 05:42 PM Post #636 |
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*It's so good to see Gene eating, albeit slowly. The quiet around them, along with the steady shifting of Gene next to him as he eats spoon after spoon, is enough to make Sam realise just how tired he is. Very tired. Exhausted. His eyes slide shut half-way as he rests his head against the wall behind them, leaning against Gene as much as he dares without actually putting weight on his partner. Thank God they're safe now... They can catch their breath... Recover... They were so lucky... ... Unlike the rest of the group of cannibals... Sam's mind is wandering, back up, back to his encounter with the doctor, and Rags... Pieces of dialogue flitting through his mind, pictures, scenes... When Gene raises his voice again, it pulls Sam back into the present very suddenly, and he flinches, his heart starting to race. But then, he realises where he is, who just talked to him.* ...oh. Yeah. *Forcefully breathing out, Sam nods, shifting already to take the can out of Gene's hand, before hesitating.* ... You sure you don't want more? |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 28 2015, 11:49 PM Post #637 |
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*Sam's flinch doesn't go unnoticed - the bloke must be absolutely knackered. Even though the darkness and fever Gene can see that. He shakes his head.* Nah... Don't wanna throw it up after all... S'stuffy enough as it is down 'ere. Go on. Promised, didn't you. *Sam needs to eat. And they need to make a plan. Too bad Gene's brain doesn't seem to want to function...* How long d' you think 'til....' til I can walk? *leans against Sam again, feeling too hot and too cold all at once. At least he'll be keeping Sam warm...!* |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 29 2015, 10:19 AM Post #638 |
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*Sam gives a little huff.* Fair enough. *And so he takes the can out of Gene's hands - but not without making sure that there's contact, not without making sure that his fingers brush over the back of Gene's hand before retreating, taking up the first spoonful already. He IS hungry, he has to admit! Feeling Gene lean against him, Sam shifts a little to be able to support Gene properly, leaning against him in return. Heat is radiating off his skin - god, if only he could measure his partner's temperature... This way, all he has is his gut feeling and what Gene is telling him of his condition... Jesus. No, he can't think like that. Sam takes a few second to respond, chewing carefully before swallowing and speaking up. * Depends on when your fever goes down I'd say... And even then, you'll need some sort of crutch. *glances over at his partner, worry preventing him from smiling reassuringly* You'll 'ave to decide for yourself. Whether you feel strong enough or not. *pauses, before adding a bit more quietly.* And I'll wait til you're ready. Won't go anywhere. |
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| Gene Hunt | Sep 29 2015, 11:29 PM Post #639 |
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*He looks down, the gratitude clear on his face. In this new world it wouldn't be much of a surprise to know that self-preservation is the overriding trend now. People aren't always willing to stick around to wait for an ailing partner nowadays. Anything that slows them down isn't worth slowing down for. * ... Taa. Can probably find a bit of wood or something. Might be able to drag meself along on that... |
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| Sam Tyler | Sep 30 2015, 09:24 PM Post #640 |
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*Sam nudges Gene very gently.* Don't be silly, of course I'll wait for you. Not even worth mentioning, that. We'll find something. Something good and sturdy. *He continues to eat, chewing each spoonful almost thoughtfully. It's good to be able to fill his stomach again, truth be told...* Won't let you drag yourself. We'll take it as slowly as we need, and only once you're ready... no point in rushing this. *Because there isn't much difference between them rushing and Gene getting worse or them being ambushed again, or them waiting down here for as long as it takes... Sam would rather not risk anything. He certainly won't risk putting Gene in danger, not in his weakened state. Swallowing down the last bite, Sam says, more seriously than before* Promise me you'll drink enough, though. I can always go up and get more bottles, there's a good stash of 'em, so don't hold back. Just... do your best to get better, alright? |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 1 2015, 09:58 PM Post #641 |
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*With a hint more optimism, Gene nods in response. Knowing that their supplies are looking good is a huge relief. Such a relief that he reaches down and picks up the water bottle again, unscrewing it slightly shakily.* Yeah... Keep hydrated and all that jazz. *He downs another good few gulps, his stomach feeling a little more settled now. Maybe he really can get through this fever...* Shame we're not at 'ome... Me like this? I'd' ave you waiting on me hand and foot. |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 2 2015, 06:40 PM Post #642 |
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*Sam is nearly overwhelmed by the relief he feels as Gene actually does what Sam's asked and goes to drink the water. That means he wants to get better... He isn't giving up. Thank god... Ignoring the faint burning in his eyes, Sam smiles - until Gene speaks again. Home...* ... Yeah. *If they were at home, none of this would have happened... Sam puts down the now empty can and leans against the wall, trying his best not to let his thoughts go down a road that he knows will lead to a miserable place.* I'd force you to get your diet straight. *smiles faintly, even though he doesn't really feel like it anymore* And you wouldn't be able to do a thing about it. |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 2 2015, 07:31 PM Post #643 |
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*Feeling the relief radiating from Sam next to him, Gene himself relaxes a little. It's this again - the two of them relaxing each other. Helping the stresses and strains slowly dissolve away until there's nothing left but them, together. It's comforting. Feeling Sam settle back against the wall again, Gene takes advantage of the lingering local anesthetic and painkillers, letting himself slowly lean against his partner, head falling to rest against Sam's neck.* What... no pizza and chips? You animal. |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 2 2015, 09:21 PM Post #644 |
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*When Gene leans against him and rests his head in the crook of his neck (that's the uninjured side, luckily), Sam moves carefully, shifting until he's able to wind an arm around Gene and pull him even closer, thumb idly stroking up and down Gene's arm. Smiling to himself in earnest now, he leans his head down a little and presses a soft kiss to the top of Gene's head.* That'd be blasphemy. Soup and salad is what I'd have you eat. |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 3 2015, 11:47 PM Post #645 |
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*feeling Sam's arm around his shoulders and that soft kiss to the top of his head, Gene can't help a real smile. This, even in its completely bizarre circumstance, feels real. Feels normal. Suddenly they're not trapped in an abandoned mine - they're sitting against a wall back in Manchester - maybe after a pint. Digging at each other and riding each other up. It's normal. Heaven. Gene closes his eyes and chuckles.* Can't expect a bloke to get well munching on nothing but leaves and liquid! |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 4 2015, 08:46 AM Post #646 |
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*Even though Sam isn't quite ready to abandon reality like this - he still needs to look after Gene, listen for suspicious noises, make sure that gene doesn't deteriorate -, realising that Gene has properly relaxed and, for the first time since this whole mess began, is back to joking... Realising that helps Sam keep his thoughts in a better place, helps him concentrate on his partner. So he keeps his tone of voice slightly chiding, trying his best to join in on the banter. They haven't done this in... in months, really.* To the contrary, it's the only thing that'll help. One of these days I'll teach you basic medicine. *falls silent for a moment, before adding in a murmur* Want me to get your coat? Should keep you warm... |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 4 2015, 07:58 PM Post #647 |
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*Gene's about to snark back - maybe comment on the fact that he knows basic medicine. Glass of Scotch and a slap on the back, that's enough for most secnarios. But then Sam's question distracts him. And suddenly now he's concentrating on it he can feel how cold he is. On the outside, at least. Inside he's still warm, far too warm. As if answering Sam directly, his body involuntarily shivers once.* ... Uh... Yeah, actually... Might be good. Don't wanna be wasting all this heat I'm producin' after all... |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 4 2015, 08:04 PM Post #648 |
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*Side by side and as close together as possible as they are, Sam feels that shiver, and it makes his chest grow a little tighter. Why did those bastards have to rip Gene's shirt...! Squeezing Gene's shoulder gently, Sam nods.* Mmh. One tick... *Regretfully disentangling himself, Sam reaches over to where he'd bundled up Gene's coat, unfolding it again. He can't see how bad off it is, but he hopes it's still in an acceptably good state... Sam turns back to Gene and gently put his hand on his partner's shoulder.* Alright, here we go...! *This might turn out to be tricky - Gene will have to lean forward, move about a bit... But it should be worth it. Sam helps him as much as he possibly can, making sure Gene's hands find the proper sleeves (in fact making sure that Gene has to move as little as possible), and that at the end, he's properly wrapped up in the coat.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 4 2015, 11:58 PM Post #649 |
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*regretfully Gene allows Sam to move away. It doesn't take long though - Sam's back a moment later and helping him navigate the garment in the dark. The drugs and tiredness don't help with Gene's coordination, so Sam's help is gratefully accepted. He'd probably end up wearing it upside down if he tried it himself. With the coat on and some kind of covering over him, Gene finds himself feeling less vulnerable. That coat has always been like a suit of armour to him. A suit of armour and a security blanket simultaneously. And luckily it seems to be doing its job as he pulls it tight across his chest.* Cheers. *and then, because even the coat isn't enough to stop Gene needing this, he reaches out to Sam again in an attempt to draw him close.* C'mere? |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 5 2015, 08:30 PM Post #650 |
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*Sam can sense just how much reassurance the coat gives Gene - and, by extension, Sam as well. And when Gene reaches out to him, Sam can't help but smile as he scoots up close to Gene, wrapping his arm around him again until they're flush side by side.* Didn't plan on going anywhere else. *Screw his infection. He isn't going to deny Gene and himself this contact that they need so dearly - now more than ever. Resting his own head against Gene's, Sam slowly lets out his breath and nuzzles his cheek into Gene's hair, briefly closing his eyes. Finally he can feel the last of his tension drain from him, slowly being replaced by exhaustion.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 5 2015, 10:47 PM Post #651 |
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*With Sam against him like this, it feels easier to push aside the feelings of fever, of pain - and just concentrate on the comfort and hope that his partner inspires. Along with all of this though, there's exhaustion. The drugs, his body trying to replenish the blood he's lost and knit his skin back together, the shock and aftermath of such an enormous surge of adrenaline, the fever... It's all too much. Too much for him to handle. And just like that, Gene's out like a light. That last and final bit of reassuring contact, that warmth of both Sam and the coat... Both drag him under. He doesn't have the energy to try and force the oncoming sleep back. And so, chest rising and falling slightly slower than before, Gene falls into a deep sleep. Oblivious and at rest while his body fights the infection trying to claim it.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 6 2015, 03:10 PM Post #652 |
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*When Gene goes limp against him, there's a brief moment of raw panic, causing Sam to twist, needing to look at Gene's face, to reach out and place his hand to Gene's unhurt cheek...! He's asleep. Gene fell asleep, from one moment to the next. Sam exhales slowly and relaxes again, pulling Gene in that little bit closer. After all those days that Gene spent looking after Sam, helping him overcome the aftermath of his own fever, Sam feels all the more responsible for keeping his partner safe and protected. He'll keep watch. Gene needs to sleep. So Sam settles down properly, ready to wait for as long as it takes for Gene to wake back up. At one point several hours later, making sure not to shake Gene out of his sleep, Sam very carefully rearranges the both of them, until Gene is lying down on the ground, his head in Sam's lap. Lying down surely will be more comfortable for him... Sam himself leans back against the wall again, his gaze drifting over to where the door is, invisible in the darkness. As soon as Gene is better again, they'll both walk through that door and leave this horrible place behind... leave behind the memories it now holds. His hand idly stroking through Gene's hair, Sam starts to drift off as well - though he remains alert.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 7 2015, 09:26 PM Post #653 |
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*Gene remains in the clutches of his fever for a further 24 hours. Hot, cold, hot cold - another dose of antibiotics, hot and cold again. More painkillers, more sleep, a bandage change, more sleep. It's a repeating cycle. And in the dark he can't keep track of the time - not even a supply run to give him any sunlight or bearing on how many hours are passing. There's pain and then there's fuzziness and disorientation, and then pain again... But finally, the fever begins to fade. His leg stops tingling, the burning dulling to a more familiar ache and throb. This is a pain that he recognises. A pain that signifies injury and healing, not festering and death. The next day, Gene can finally breath a lucid sigh of relief - it looks like he's going to live. Five days in, Gene tries to stand. It looks good at first - he manages to get up onto his good knee, one hand against the filthy wall - but as soon as he gets his bad leg under him he gasps and crumples. The second attempt goes about as well as the first. The third time he manages to stand, leaning against Sam. The vertigo gets to him though - too long lying down in the pitch black and Gene can't tell up from down any more. The fourth time, he manages a few shaky steps using Sam as a crutch. Each one is painful to the point of almost knocking him down again, but by now Gene's just too desperate to get out of this bloody cave. Tomorrow, he says. Tomorrow they'll get out of this bloody place and he'll breathe the fresh air again. So, the next morning they set off. Dosed with painkillers and with new bandages constricting his thigh, Gene forces himself up and onto his feet. For a moment, he's not sure he's going to be able to do it. But no. He needs to get out of this bloody place. He needs to. One more minute underground and he's going to go crazy. So, determinedly, Gene straightens up and soldiers on. It's a struggle, but at last the two of them make it up the blackened corridor and to the bottom of the ladder. Panting and hopping onto his good leg, Gene stares up the rungs and towards freedom. So close and yet so far. Already knackered, Gene leans against the wall and takes a deep breath to help release the pain.* Forgot... Forgot about this bit! |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 8 2015, 09:16 PM Post #654 |
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*The days that follow must be living hell for Gene, no doubt about it - but Sam feels exactly the same. The minutes and hours he spends watching over his fever-ridden partner, trying to ignore the still too strong option that he may not make it... It's a cruel reversal of roles. But Sam does his best. He goes up as little as possible, only to restock on medicine and food (the first time, he has to dispose of a walker in the medical hut); the rest of the time he stays with Gene, talking to him, trying to ease him through all of this. And, slowly, the fever subsides. Gene seems more alert. Sam doesn't dare hope anymore, but he's still cautiously optimistic, keeps Gene's spirits up as best as he can. And it works. Thank God, it works. Gene trying to stand up again for the first time since he was injured is both uplifting and horribly crushing. It doesn't go very well, and while they don't give up, it hurts Sam to see his partner like this. Hobbled. Still, they get there. The minute they leave their chamber for good, Sam's heart soars, while his entire body is tense, both with helping Gene walk and with the anticipation. He needs to be ready for anything. He's holding his trusty (blood-spattered) pipe in one hand and supporting Gene with his other, his ears picking up as many sounds as possible, his eyes wide so as to see everything he needs to. And then, they're at the ladder. The ladder. Sam has kept this in mind, but Gene sounding so disheartened still is difficult for him.* Don't worry about it, we can do this. I'm gonna go up first, secure the area, and then we'll rope you up. *This is exactly why, on his last trip up, Sam made sure to find a rope that's long and strong enough to hold Gene's weight. He'll do anything to get Gene out of here as fast as possible. Sam reaches out and squeezes Gene's shoulder, trying to get his attention.* We'll be up there in no time. Trust me. |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 8 2015, 09:52 PM Post #655 |
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*breathless, Gene turns his gaze to the backpack slung over Sam's shoulders. 'Rope him up?' Almost to himself, Gene murmurs,* Jesus, thought of everything didn't you. *One more look up the ladder and Gene knows he has to try. God knows how Sam's going to use that rope to get him up. He's lost a lot of weight since the world went to shit, but he's still naturally heavier than Sam - taller and more widely built. It may be the pain and lack of energy talking, but Gene can't seem to see how the rope is going to help... But Sam sounds so optimistic. So determined. He has to do his best to sound the same.* Alright, Indiana Jones. Show me your magic. |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 9 2015, 09:22 PM Post #656 |
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*Sam gives Gene a quick, somewhat crooked smile* That's my job. *Sam looks up to the hole - the zombies crashed through the trap door, which means they're more visible than Sam would like them to be, but on the other hand, the fact that their talking hasn't yet drawn any kind of reaction is a good thing. The area seems to be calm. Returning Gene's look, Sam says* Get comfortable. I need to make sure the building is secure before we do anything. *And he's already grabbing the ladder, ready to go up there.* I won't be long. *His pipe is at the ready, the adrenaline is starting to surge in. As ever when a situation could potentially get dangerous, these days, Sam starts feeling detached from himself, and at the same time, more alert than ever. This is about getting Gene out of here and keeping him safe.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 11 2015, 12:18 AM Post #657 |
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*suddenly Gene doesn't feel quite as okay about this - letting Sam go up the ladder first is one thing, but letting him actually scout out the building alone? It's irrational, he knows - Sam's been on supply runs up there more than once. But then he was half out of it, cocooned in an almost dreamlike darkness where day and night didn't exist, medicated to the gills. And now, he's here. At the bottom of the ladder, looking up at the first tiny glimmer of real light he's seen in days. If something happens to Sam now, Gene's going to hear it. And be unable to do a damn thing. But what other choice do they have? If they both go up there now and they're attacked, his presence could hinder Sam more than help him. So, heart in his throat, Gene involuntarily reaches out, grabbing a handful of Sam's jacket. He needs to make sure Sam sees how sincere he is in this one plea.* Be careful. |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 12 2015, 09:06 PM Post #658 |
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*Feeling resistance, Sam turns around with his eyes widening slightly - the adrenaline is already flowing, already setting his senses on edge... But it's just Gene, looking at him with something Sam can only describe as helpless honesty. It makes Sam hesitate for a moment, returning Gene's gaze just as openly. Then, he nods.* Always. *And he takes Gene's hand, gently disentangling it from his jacket before raising it up to his lips and kissing it. One last look back, and then Sam is climbing up the steps, slow enough to be able to hear any sounds that might indicate the arrival of zombies or other creatures. But he's lucky this time: The room is entirely empty, and there is no indication that anything has been in here for a while. Still, Sam slowly climbs out of the shaft, eyes fixed on the doorway. He needs to check the situation outside as well... And so, slowly, he creeps towards the doorway, careful to stay out of sight of anything that might be lumbering about outside of the building.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 12 2015, 11:44 PM Post #659 |
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*Gene watches Sam climb, his heart skipping a beat with every rung Sam makes it up. There better not be anything up there... Please let it be empty.... The lack of noise as Sam finally disappears out of sight is some comfort - but the silence is deafening and full of suspense. His whole body tense and still, Gene can do nothing but listen. Above ground, all seems quiet as Sam approaches the doorway - but if he listens he'll hear a quiet rasping just around the corner. A Walker, limping its way towards the doorway with the rough sounds of undead breath. It's out of Sam's eyeline at the moment - but he'll soon see it.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 13 2015, 04:08 PM Post #660 |
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*With his senses heightened, Sam can hear the quiet rasping very clearly. His muscles tense as he slowly reaches back to his backpack, replacing his pipe with a knife. This is just one undead... if he's quick about it, he can dispose of it without much of a racket. Holding his breath, Sam presses himself against the wall, waiting for the creature to come into view. He's positioned himself so that it won't be able to see him until the very last moment - at least, that is what he hopes he's done...!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 13 2015, 08:04 PM Post #661 |
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*the sounds get louder as the creature ambles forward. It's as though it can sense the presence of a living thing - the raspy breaths turning to snarls as it limps past the doorway. It's chasing a heartbeat. Sam's heartbeat.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 13 2015, 08:32 PM Post #662 |
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*Shit. It must be sensing his presence. Sam's muscle tense unbearably as he watches the shape come into view, lumber past - And Sam lunges, knife poised to stab through the creature's rotten head and kill it for good. There's no space for rational thought now, it's just the instinct of killing.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 14 2015, 12:23 AM Post #663 |
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*The creature gasps out a rotten-smelling roar as the knife drives home, the corpse buckling and collapsing with the force of it. An easy kill for Sam, maybe... But one Walker may mean more... Still awkwardly poised at the bottom of the ladder, Gene hears the shuffle, a crunch, the sound of a body hitting the floor. Desperately, he shouts as loud as he dares.* Sam!? |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 15 2015, 07:11 AM Post #664 |
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*As the creature falls, Sam's senses are already concentrating on picking up further sounds - he needs to make absolutely sure that there are no threats around...! He needs to check the surroundings outside of the building, eliminate any unpleasant surprises... Sam takes a step- But then, Gene's voice drifts up from the mine shaft, and Sam wavers. Gene must've heard what just happened, but he couldn't see it... He must be worried. Sam turns, quickly and quietly walking back to the shaft and kneeling down, leaning over the edge so that Gene can see him.* I'm fine. There was a walker. *Sam glances up, thinking he's heard something else... But no, it's quiet in here. Still...* I've got to check outside as well. There could be more. |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 15 2015, 11:04 PM Post #665 |
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*Gene sighs a heavy breath of relief. Jesus, he can't stay down here and listen - he feels completely useless...* Get me up... If there's more at least I can be an extra pair of eyes! *If there are more and Sam gets overwhelmed, at least he can be of some help. Stuck down here with his heart jumping at every noise isn't doing his nerves any good... * |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 16 2015, 08:10 PM Post #666 |
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*Sam's instinctive reaction is to shake his head.* What good is that gonna do us?! If they come in here while I'm pulling you up we'll be in trouble! *He can't have Gene up here until he's 100% sure that they can make it out of this whole compound safely...!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 17 2015, 07:46 PM Post #667 |
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*Gene grits his teeth, even more determined now. No, he can't do this. He's spent days lying there being useless and still. He can't let Sam go out into the world alone again, even if it's just for a moment. Not while there are walkers up there. If there was one, there could well be more.* If you get overpowered while I'm down here we'll be in even more trouble! You'll be dead and I'll be left to rot down 'ere like the piece of meat I almost was! Pull me up! |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 18 2015, 03:36 PM Post #668 |
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*Sam bristles visibly at this, his hands balling into tight fists. No, he can't... not until he's eliminated any immediate threats....!! But Gene's words do strike a chord... Sam glances over his shoulder, but he can't see or hear anything. And now that he thinks about it - there might be walkers in the mine still as well. In fact, it's very likely. Without another words, Sam turns around and starts to climb back down the ladder, skipping the last few steps and jumping down to the ground to land next to Gene. He pulls his backpack to his front, rummaging through it for a few seconds before pulling out a good length of rope.* All right. You'll have to do part of the climbing, but I'll do my best to pull and help you as much as I can. *Sam is staring intently into Gene's eyes - he needs to know if Gene can do this, if he really feels strong enough...!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 18 2015, 07:51 PM Post #669 |
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*The sight of Sam coming back down the ladder prompts Gene to let out a relieved sigh. Maybe he's being selfish - but he can't help it. It may not be the most intelligent thing to do, by Sam's judgement... But he can't stay down here in the dark and the gloom waiting for even more sounds of a scuffle or a fight from above. Not when he can't do a bloody thing to help. Looking at the rope, Gene isn't exactly sure what he's supposed to do with it. All of a sudden he realises just how much of a pain this is going to be. he looks back up at Sam, determined not to look the least bit rattled. He'll just have to do it. If it takes him a solid hour to get up that sodding ladder he's still going to do it.* Yeah, yeah. With these arms I'll make it up there like a bleedin' orangutang. Just get me up and out of this pit. |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 18 2015, 08:22 PM Post #670 |
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*Sam is too tense to smile at Gene's joke, but he does give a little nod.* That's the plan. *He then uncurls the rope, raising his head to look up to the opening, gauging the distance. He can't do a lot to make this comfortable for Gene... they just have to get it over with. So Sam reaches out, hesitating for a moment before starting to wind the rope through the belt loops on Gene's trousers. This way, he hopes to keep the rope where it's supposed to be... hopefully the trousers will actually hold. And even while he's working, Sam is listening hard for any suspicious sounds, both from up the hole and down the mine. They're too vulnerable right now, he doesn't like it...!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 18 2015, 10:42 PM Post #671 |
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*Gene watches as Sam begins looping the rope around his waist, hooking it in through his belt loops. Well, that's one way to do it!* Getting one last grope in, eh? Sneaky bugger. *looks back up at the ladder - the height of it. It's not going to be easy, but goddammit he's going to make it.* This is going to give me one bleeder of a wedgie. |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 19 2015, 09:16 PM Post #672 |
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*Sadly, Sam isn't in the mood for jokes like this right now, can't even muster an annoyed roll of his eyes. He merely glances up, before concentrating on tying a secure knot again.* Don't want to dislodge your shoulders or crush your rib cage. *He pulls on the rope experimentally, testing the strength of the knot. And... yes, that should do. Sam looks up properly now, locking his gaze on Gene's face.* ... Ready? |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 19 2015, 11:41 PM Post #673 |
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*Okay... So now isn't the time for jokes. Now is the time for action. Rather wishing he could just carry on making jokes and not moving, Gene pushes himself away from the wall he's been holding onto, hopping onto his good leg and clutching the ladder with one hand.* No - but that matters less than a fart in a gas factory. *makes a motion with his hand, gesturing Sam up the ladder.* Go on, then. Up you trot. |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 22 2015, 09:08 PM Post #674 |
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*Sam nods grimly. Of course Gene isn't ready. Neither is Sam, and yet they have to go ahead. If they want to have even a little chance of survival... This is what they have to do. Get out of here and hope against all hope that they'll still reach the Safe Place.* See you up there. Pull on the rope when you're ready. *Gripping his end of the rope tightly, Sam turns to climb up the ladder - but then, he turns around again, and quickly pulls Gene in for a short, but passionate kiss. He can't help it. As focused and alert as Sam is right now, he's not completely blind to Gene's concerns and the purpose of his earlier quips. Then, however, he really does climb up, making sure that he's holding the rope securely. Luckily, there are no sounds to be heard from immediately outside the building, no matter how hard Sam listens. Right. Time to do this. He leans down again, makes sure Gene can see him. The rope is securely in both his hands, pulled nearly taught. He'll know when Gene pulls on it.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 22 2015, 10:07 PM Post #675 |
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*Gene's about ready to stare grimly up as Sam very seriously turns around to face the ladder - looks like this is going to be a very solemn exercise indeed - but then suddenly Sam's lips are against his and the weight of what's about to come dissipates, leaving Gene feeling light as air. Looks like Sam did catch Gene's real meaning then. He knew Gene was mostly scared for him. The kiss is short but intense, and as Sam breaks it off, Gene leans in after him, unconsciously chasing the feeling. But Sam's already on the move. If he makes it up there, he'll land his own kiss on Sam alright. Even just being this close to freedom and this far from his little dark prison is enough to spur him on. Once the rope is taught, Gene takes a deep breath and settles both hands on the edges of the ladder. Balancing awkwardly on his good leg, he can see no other way to proceed but to step up onto his bad one. He can't hop easily like this, not up a rusty ladder. Gritting his teeth, he tugs the rope twice and goes for it. The malnourishment and inactivity of the last few days coupled with weakness left over from the fever hasn't done much for Gene's upper body strength, but with a heavy few breaths and whispered curses he manages to power himself upwards. Injured muscle screaming at him, Gene gives a hard and desperate push downwards.* NGGH!! *And there - his good leg up on the next rung and taking the strain, Gene's done it. Now to repeat the process again... And again.... Biting his tongue, he hauls himself up again, using Sam's strength to help him along.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 23 2015, 07:40 AM Post #676 |
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*When Sam feels the double tug, he braces himself, standing up and firmly pushing his feet into the ground. This is it... Sam starts to pull, with all his might. He knows he has to be careful of rope burn, and he has to keep an eye on where the rope goes down the edge - if it snaps, they'll be in a world of trouble... But mainly, he concentrates on the sounds from down the shaft - Gene's heavy breathing, the grunts, and occasional sounds of pain that can't be suppressed. They make Sam grit his teeth, pull harder, try and make this as easy for Gene as possible. But soon, Sam as well is out of breath, his arms aching, sweat making it hard to grip the rope properly. The last few days have been hard on him as well; he's made sure Gene got enough to eat, has cut down his own rations... And there's a lingering exhaustion, probably caused by the bite and the constant tension. Still, Sam knows they have to keep going. And despite his muscles trembling, despite sweat dripping down his neck, he can hear that Gene is getting closer. Carefully, making sure that the rope is constantly taught, Sam moves closer to the shaft again and peers down, to see how far Gene has come. As soon as he can, he'll reach down and pull him up by his arms...!* *breathlessly* All... alright? |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 23 2015, 08:46 PM Post #677 |
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*Gene keeps pulling himself up, gritting his teeth and biting his tongue as he steps onto his bad leg again and again. His arms are shaking by the time he gets to the top, the strain of taking most of his weight draining his strength fast. Eyes screwed shut with the effort, he reaches up for the next rung - the last one - but the fingers on his other hand are beginning to slip. Desperate, Gene waves his hand up towards the opening - Sam's up there -!!* N-no--!! |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 23 2015, 08:52 PM Post #678 |
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!! *Sam realizes what is happening within the fraction of a second and acts instinctively - letting go of the rope and lurching forward, grabbing Gene's flailing hand with both of his. That's a lot of weight to hold all of a sudden (despite how much weight they've both lost during the last days and weeks), and for a frightful second, Sam thinks he's going to lose his balance and they'll both crash back down... But then he manages to lean back again, pulling as hard as he can, reaching down further to give Gene a bit more support as he pulls his partner up, up, up--!!* I've got you-- c'mon--!! |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 23 2015, 11:29 PM Post #679 |
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*feeling his fingers slip from the rail, for a split second Gene anticipates a disaster. But then there's a tight grip around his wrist and hand, a force pulling him upwards. With his free hand, Gene manages to grab onto the rail again - this time spurred on by Sam's encouragements and help. And at last, Gene's out. Pulled by Sam, Gene heaves himself up once more and falls forward, almost landing on top of Sam in the process. There's pain of course - but also a surge of pure relief. He's out. He's above ground. It feels as though he's managed to claw his way out of a dark and suffocating coffin. Not dead yet. A half-cough, half-laugh escapes him as he rolls onto his back, limbs still too over exerted to move.* Bloody.... Bloody hell!! |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 24 2015, 09:33 PM Post #680 |
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*Sam doesn't know how they manage to do it, but suddenly they're both on the ground, Sam flat on his back, Gene not quite on top of him, breathing hard and coughing and... and laughing. Sam is gasping for breath as well, his body thrumming and arms aching. Worry for Gene is nearly making his mind spin, but that laugh, along with his exclamation, it does a little to soothe Sam's concerns. Still, as soon as he's able, Sam gasps out* You... you all right?! *And he rolls over as well, heaving himself up on one elbow and trying to get a good look at his partner.* Can you stand...?! |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 25 2015, 11:24 PM Post #681 |
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*honestly, Gene doesn't know if he can stand - he's just too grateful to be above ground and breathing (fairly) fresh air. The room is still gloomy and dim, but even so the light burns his eyes slightly. Still feeling buoyed by the ladder victory, Gene manages to pull himself together enough to reply.* Won't know 'til I try. How' bout you? Didn't pull yer arms off did I? |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 26 2015, 09:54 AM Post #682 |
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*Sam accepts that answer, and from what he can see, Gene seems to be in one piece still - no fresh blood stains on the bandages... Exhaling, he lets himself flop down again, his heart still racing out of control.* Fine... M'fine. *Taking a steadying breath or two, Sam raises his head again, trying to hear over both his and Gene's laboured breathing - they're so vulnerable right now... With some effort, Sam forces himself to sit up, his arms trembling slightly beneath his weight until he's on his knees, till working to get his breath back.* Need to... check if we're still alone... |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 26 2015, 08:54 PM Post #683 |
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*Tries to push himself up as well - now he's above ground he's going to be lying on the floor like he's helpless while Sam does all the work. He may be injured and hobbled, but he's not completely useless.* Get me up. M'comin' with you. |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 26 2015, 08:58 PM Post #684 |
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*Sam looks back at Gene, and again, his instinctive reaction is to say no, Gene has to stay where he is, Sam can't have him be in danger...* And do what, exactly? Be my cheerleader? *Sam's voice doesn't sound half as harsh as his words may suggest, though. He's pushing himself up properly now, getting up to his knees and crawling over to Gene. No matter whether Gene manages to persuade him or not, Sam certainly isn't going to leave him lying there like a helpless turtle on its back.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 27 2015, 10:19 PM Post #685 |
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*grabs onto Sam and pulls himself up with effort, using his good leg to compensate for his bad* Ugnh... If you've got the lycra I'll happily give you a ra-ra-ra. |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 27 2015, 10:25 PM Post #686 |
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*Sam assists Gene as best as he can, knowing that he won't be able to put much weight on his bad leg, so he tries to help there especially. And despite the situation , despite his own tension, Sam actually snorts at Gene's response.* Later, maybe. *Making sure he's got a good grip on Gene, Sam finally directs his attention towards the windows and the broken door again. They'd been causing quite a racket, considering that everything else in the vicinity is supposed to be dead, so if there were any lingering Walkers, there's a considerable chance that they've been alerted to Gene and Sam's presence...* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 29 2015, 12:17 AM Post #687 |
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*Gene manages to balance, using Sam as a crutch. His mind is going down similar lines - if there are any of those things out there then it's possible they heard the commotion. Tense with the effort of staying upright, Gene blinks at the doorway, even the very dim, murky light from the half-blockaded windows burning his eyes.* Better stop playing hide n' seek, then. *nods at the door before taking a hopping step forward. Now that they're up and above ground they'd better keep moving. This place smells and feels like death and despair.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 29 2015, 03:25 PM Post #688 |
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*Trying to keep his eyes on Gene while at the same time listening for any suspicious noises, Sam notices how Gene is squinting and blinking. At first, it doesn't make much sense, but then Sam realizes - Gene has been down there for so long now, with the torch light being a poor substitute for actual daylight... so now, even though the room seems murky to Sam, it must be hurting Gene's eyes. Aching with the knowledge that Sam can't help Gene right now, he makes sure to grip his partner that little bit tighter, taking as much of his weight as physically possible. Once he's sure that he can both keep Gene upright and move freely enough himself, Sam pulls the pipe from his backpack again - a long-ranged weapon will make a significant difference right now - and starts to move towards the door again, trying to match his pace to how fast Gene can move.* Yeah. *The adrenaline is flooding back in now, putting Sam's senses on high alert. Plus, his mind is going through a similar process as Gene's: The last time they both were up here, the odds seemed to be completely against them. The rain, the hoard, Gene's wound... They'd both thought they were going to die. And now here they are... finally leaving this place for good. Sam gives Gene a little squeeze, as if to say "I've got you.", as they move closer and closer to the door - closer to where the corpse is now lying.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 30 2015, 12:20 AM Post #689 |
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*by the time Sam gives him that supportive squeeze, Gene's gaze has wandered over to the wall he'd been propped up against when the hoarde hit. The smears of blood on the floor stand out like wounds in the dirt itself, streaked along when Gene had tried to drag himself after Sam. Luckily, he's snapped out of it before his memories can hit properly. The here and now is what's important.... Focus on that, focus. As they approach the door, Gene glances at the pole Sam's holding. Splattered in blood. Much like everything else around here. Their clothes probably don't look much better. The first step out into the open brings the first sight of full natural light that Gene's seen in days. The brightness hits him with a force he wasn't expecting, eyes clamping shut and body turning slightly on impulse. God, how is it this BRIGHT?? He flings his free hand up and over his eyes, a sound of displeasure hissing out from between his clenched teeth.* Jesus!! Who turned up the sun!? |
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| Sam Tyler | Oct 30 2015, 09:14 PM Post #690 |
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*Sam doesn't really notice the bloodstains on the floor anymore - he's been to this room several times since Gene was injured, and right now he's concentrating entirely on picking up suspicious sounds. However, as they enter into daylight, Sam flinches at Gene's sudden and intense reaction, instinctively clutching his weapon a bit tighter and tightening his grip on Gene as well - he needs to protect Gene, he needs to... But then he realizes what's causing Gene such discomfort and breathes a quiet sigh of relief. The light, again - the sun isn't even out, it's grey and overcast, but that's a lot more than what Gene's been used to. Not quite daring to turn his head to look at Gene, Sam murmurs* Keep your eyes shut for now til they adjust. You'll be fine. *Sam can easily be on the lookout for the both of them. Stepping over the corpse by the door, they're finally properly out in the open. Sam can feel his heart beating faster as he looks around, taking quick stock of their surroundings. Nothing moving in his radius of sight, but that can change fast...!* *quietly* Listen, I might have to let go of you without warning. If Walkers attack I need to be able to move freely. *squeezes Gene's shoulder again* I won't let them get you. Either of us. |
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| Gene Hunt | Oct 31 2015, 10:23 PM Post #691 |
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*Sam's reassurances and pep talks help Gene to partially hold back the fear of being unable to see. It doesn't exactly help matters, being half crippled and blind at the same time - but even though the light feels like needles in his retinas right now that'll pass... it will. Soon, hopefully! Bracing himself, Gene turns back into the light and tightens his grip on Sam. He's going to move forward. Forward and onward. Away from this place. Eyes screwed shut, Gene snorts quietly. * Don't worry. I can still windmill. |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 1 2015, 08:02 AM Post #692 |
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*Relieved that Gene keeps moving, Sam shakes his head slightly.* That's reassuring. *Then he falls quiet, needing to concentrate. They're moving away from the building now, away from all the other sheds as well - Sam knows the general direction they have to head into, and unluckily for them it means they have to cross the town... That had been their plan all those days ago... It wasn't safe then, and it's extremely dangerous now, but it's the shortest path. Sam doesn't want to put Gene through a detour. They need to find the safe place... Sam did his best to patch up his partner, but he needs professional help. And they both simply need safety. Sam is alert now, thrumming with energy, ready to defend Gene... but the last few days have taken their toll on him as well. He left most of their supplies to Gene, making sure he'd have enough water and food - at his own expense.* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 1 2015, 07:25 PM Post #693 |
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*blinking furiously, Gene tries to get his eyes in gear as they move, stumbling along with Sam like a big lumbering circus bear just released from a cage. Off in the distance near one of the other sheds a sound rings out - a wooden clatter, a rolling sound... And from behind one of the walls an empty water barrel slowly crosses the path in front of them, slowing to a rickety halt. Too focused on not tripping up or losing his limping rhythm, Gene doesn't hear or see the barrel, but Sam might... * |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 1 2015, 07:51 PM Post #694 |
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*All his senses on edge, Sam does not miss the sound, nor the barrel rolling into their path. The clattering already made his body tense up, and by the time the barrel comes into sight, Sam has already navigated the both of them towards a wall further away from the sounds.* *whispering, voice tense* There's something there. *Sam isn't looking at Gene as he speaks, scanning their surroundings intently. They're so vulnerable right now... if there's a fight now, he'll have to try and wrap it up quickly... God, if something happens to Gene now.....!* Stay here. |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 2 2015, 10:23 PM Post #695 |
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*Body tensing up suddenly, Gene freezes.* What!? No bloody way - I can't even bloody see! *And the element of surprise is already gone. From behind the shack, there's motion. The figure that stumbles into view is a familiar one - a bite on its leg, the ripped fabric flapping over teethmarks on the pale flesh below. The eyes that are now dead and staring were only a few days ago locked onto Sam's. The dribbling lips last seen pleading with Sam - pleading for protection in exchange for medical help and food. Hanging limp and bloody from the swaying torso are the once-skilled hands of a doctor-turned-butcher. Now incapable of grabbing a knife, their only purpose now the the ripping of skin and muscle. The previously smug voice merely rasping in an inhuman groan as the doctor's head turns, unseeing eyes searching for Sam and Gene. The thing senses life... and it wants it.* |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 2 2015, 10:31 PM Post #696 |
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*Sam freezes as well as the figure staggers round the corner, following the barrel. He recognizes the body instantly - this man had showed up far too often in his mind, when he'd let it wander, unable to sleep properly... How is it that he continues to haunt them...?! Sam hisses* Walker. *Even speaking the word sets his blood pumping, and there it is - the seething anger that he'd managed to suppress so well lately, it's bubbling up again, making him let go of Gene and charging at the zombie without another word, gripping his pipe with both hands. He needs to get rid of this spectre once and for all. With an almost animalistic growl, Sam swings his weapon, aiming to crush the creature's head straight away. The sooner this is over, the better...!!* |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 3 2015, 10:01 PM Post #697 |
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*Walker...! Before he even has time to react, Sam's ripped from Gene's grasp. For a moment Gene don't know whether Sam's run away or been pulled. He stumbles forward, heart in his mouth. There's a growl and a smashing sound - the unmistakeable noise that accompanies a body being hit and crushed. Blinking furiously against the blinding light, Gene shouts in a panicked voice* Sam!! Sam, you okay!?? |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 3 2015, 10:13 PM Post #698 |
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*Sam's swing hits home with a satisfying crunch. But Sam doesn't stop after that first strike. The doctor has caused both of them too much grief. He needs to make sure to end that once and for all. And so Sam swings his pipe once more, and again, and again crushing the creature's skull completely beyond recognition and caving in a good part of its chest as well, even as it tumbles to the ground. And even then, Sam kicks it away viciously, breathing hard in the aftermath. Only once the body has stopped moving, is lying on the ground completely motionlessly, does Sam realizes that Gene is blindly stumbling his way. He must have shouted out earlier as well, but Sam can't remember hearing it. He turns - and nearly bumps into his partner, just so manages to catch Gene with his free hand, before they really do collide.* Whoa...! *His voice sounds rough and breathless, so Sam swallows before attempting to speak again* It's alright, I'm fine...! |
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| Gene Hunt | Nov 4 2015, 09:59 PM Post #699 |
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*Gene knows he's about to stumble - the ground is uneven and his legs are weak, eyes damp with the pain of trying to keep them open. But before his knees can fold, Sam's there. In front of him and apparently just fine. He's fine! Thank god...! The wave of relief quickly bubbles into something that feels more like annoyance though. Pouting with irritation, Gene smacks Sam limply in the arm.* You bloody ran off!! |
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| Sam Tyler | Nov 4 2015, 10:05 PM Post #700 |
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*Grabbing hold of Gene properly to prevent him from keeling over, Sam replies in a slightly exasperated way* It was either that or wait for the zombie to attack first! Which would you prefer?! *Sam is speaking quietly, trying to listen with one ear to hear if there's any more in the vicinity... They're too vulnerable as it is, they don't need to be taken by surprise on top of that...! * |
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