[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=khaki]Fr[/color][color=tomato]ick[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://i.giphy.com/CwPXBj6TN0F4Q.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Newnan Infirmary >> Shower Room
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Victor: Maria, Kris, Richard | Richard: Victor[hr][b]Interaction Tags:[/b] [@Nallore][/center][hr]	Victor continued his discoveries of the blood types of the people within the walls of Newnan, the place that was possibly now to be his new home? It was a strange thought after so long moving from place to place, group to group... It was peculiar enough to be travelling with Miss Zoie but to think about settling into a role in a new group, particularly one that was so large, was rather vexxing for Victor.

	It may be a role that he was born and bred to be but he felt slightly forced into this particular role despite his lack of hesitation to save a dying woman. He never imagined she would have passed but it had been too long since she had been shot, too much blood had been lost, infection can so easily set in these days. There were so many reason why she could have died but Victor did not look forward to interacting with the large Mexican man again. He was sure that he would blame Victor for the former doctor's death.

	Sighing as he continued his work, Victor jumped at the sound of the young woman's voice, the sister of his amputee patient. Victor stopped what he was doing immediately and ran across to where Maria breathed heavily and her stump began to soak through the bandages that Victor had so carefully wrapped. [color=khaki]"Merde!"[/color] Victor began to fuss around Maria, carefully but firmly removing Kris from Maria's side with gentle hands. [color=khaki]"I need space, sil vous plaît!"[/color]

	Continuing his work, Victor used the belt from earlier to cut off as much circulation to Maria's stump as possible. He checked her airways and didn't like what he heard. [color=khaki]"Kristina! I am in need of assistance. Hold this..."[/color] He motioned Kris over and grabbed her hands to hold onto the bandages that he had been using to help stem the flow of blood until the belt did its work. [color=khaki]"...right here and hold tightly. I will be back soon. I need to find a blood donor and I know where to get one."[/color]

	Victor ran from the infirmary and ran around to where he knew that Richard had been sleeping. He was glad for all of the cardio that this pathetic and deadly world had given him otherwise he'd have ended up winded within two minutes flat. Finding Richard within the shower room from earlier, Victor made no attempts at being quiet and he noticed the water and snack that had been left by the man's bags. Clearly Zoie had been here on her rounds before heading back outside. 

	[color=khaki]"Richard!"[/color] His voice was loud and clear. Richard grunted and rolled further into the couch and covered his exposed ear with his arm, his hand cradling the back of his neck. Victor moved closer to Richard and frowned at the man as he stormed over.

	[color=khaki]"RICHARD! Réveillez-vous!"[/color] Victor now shook Richard forcefully and frantically, he needed this man awake and now. 

	[color=tomato]"Holy shit Doc! My ribs! Fuck!"[/color] A wincing sound of pain came out as Richard rolled over and scowled at Victor.

	[color=khaki]"Richard, I need you to come with me to the infirmary immediately."[/color] He began to walk away towards the door and beckoned for Richard to follow. 

	Sitting up on the sofa, Richard rubbed his face gingerly and was careful not to hurt his bruised and beaten face anymore than it already had been. [color=tomato]"You need me for more tests, doc?"[/color] Richard spotted the water and snack that had been left for him and he smiled lightly. That could only have been Daisy Duke.

	[color=khaki]"No. I need you to donate some blood for me."[/color] He stopped at the door and looked back to Richard sitting on the edge of the sofa.

	His face paled and he looked over to Victor with nothing but rage on his face. He knew what this meant, that they needed blood. He'd seen the doc rummaging through the fridges and equipment earlier. He knew there were tons of bags of blood and this could only mean one thing. [color=tomato]"I ain't fuckin' givin' that bitch a single fuckin' drop of any liquid that comes out of my body. She can go to fuckin' hell."[/color] His face was growing redder and redder with each word and the volume in his voice rose and rose.

	Flinching slightly from the reaction, Victor winced at the volume in Richard's voice. He knew the man was not the biggest fan of Maria but Maria's only chance of survival was Richard. There were no other B+ donors in Newnan and the only universal donor that they had in Newnan was... Richard. If he did not give up some of his blood... Maria would die. [color=khaki]"Richard... She's going to d--"[/color]

	[color=tomato]"Die? Fuckin' good. Serve the bitch right for kissin' fuckin' corpses. World is better off without 'er."[/color] Richard actually spat on the ground as he finished speaking. It was clear to Victor that his assumptions were even worse than he had imagined.

	[color=khaki]"But Richard, it won't t--"[/color]

	[color=tomato]"I DON'T FUCKIN' CARE, DOC!"[/color]

	This was going to take a while. Victor took a deep breath and closed his eyes before continuing. His face grew stern, his voice grew cold and Victor walked towards Richard as he sat on the couch. Richard leaned back and stared Victor out, there was no way he was being convinced to give blood for that stupid twat. [color=khaki]"You [i]will[/i] give me blood. You [i]will[/i] save this woman's life. I know that you care, deep down. More than you show."[/color]

	Richard spat on the ground again, missing Victor's foot by a centimetre. Victor glanced down at the glob on the floor and then back up to Richard's battered face. [color=tomato]"Wrong and wrong, doc. I really don't give a shit."[/color]

	[color=khaki]"Not true. Miss Zoie. You care about her."[/color]

	Richard just looked up to Victor and sat forward on the couch. Victor took a couple steps back and folded his arms and tapped his foot rapidly and impatiently. [color=tomato]"Fuck you, doc."[/color]
[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=peru]Agnes Brynja Johannsson[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://49.media.tumblr.com/46e4c44d49b2e0f2f458fbcafb857b47/tumblr_neqdk6ixkF1tv5ikso5_250.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Smokey Road, half hour in front of zomquake.
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Bridgette, Astrid, Neisha and Sophia[hr][b][Interaction Tags:[/b] [@Sigil] [@Lady Amalthea] [@Nallore] [@Caits][/center][hr]	Bryn frowned but ignored the comments made about her lack of speech but smirked a little at the mention of braids and friendship bracelets. So far she quite liked this ones humour, it was dark. Bryn liked that. Approaching the others at the wagon, Bryn took stock of them all and considered what they'd be useful for. Clearly the Valkyrjur were good for force, strength and command. The small one with choppy hair on the back of the horse, she was probably smart but in what? Bryn had no idea. The last woman on the wagon though? Bryn wasn't sure what she could do. She had some muscle but not as much as the Valkyrjur. 

	Internally shrugging, Bryn continued rolling along on her motorcycle and didn't feel the need to start her up just yet, at least not until the Snarlers came out from the other side of the road. Growling under her breath, Bryn kicked her bike into gear and revved the engine before peeling off away from the group. She wasn't abandoning them but they no doubt thought she was. She rode circles in the road and made as much noise as possible to draw the Snarlers away from the group as best she could. Why was she doing this for complete strangers? Well two of them at least knew of a safe place that could hide them from the horde that was coming. That was reason enough to help.

	She managed to draw a few away but the rest was more concerned with their achievable meal. Driving through the few that she managed to draw out, her bike wheels bumped over the cranium of one with a satisfying squish and crunch sounding out like music to Bryn's ears. Drawing up closer, Bryn let her engine die down to a purr before setting it in easy park and jumping off. She grabbed her bat and swung it around in circles, her wrist spinning with each rotation, in unison with each step she took.

	Her first swing connected with the face of a Snarler that was aiming to bite at the back of those in the back of the wagon. The spray spread up Bryn's C-Whacker and across her hands and forearms as the face caved in from the force of the hit. The ooze and blood splattered across the back of the wagon. She caved in the skull of another impending Snarler and yanked the spike that had embedded itself into the skull of it, letting the body slump to the ground with a thud. She turned to see the blowtorch in the hand of the unfamiliar Valkyrie and winced as she heard the screams of pain coming from the now one handed woman. She must have been bitten, Bryn hadn't seen it but she figured that is what must have happened.

	Knowing that they were due to take off, Bryn ran for her bike and jumped on, starting her up and taking off to keep pace with her vulgar, introductory friend. They were off to the destination of safety as offered and Bryn couldn't wait to get there at this point. The horde behind them was not a pleasant thing to consider surviving through on your own. Safety in numbers was key right now and Bryn was all too aware of it. She remained quiet as they rolled up to the gates and she watched those at the top as they called down to them. She snickered at the Norway comment and simply sat on Grace in silence, smirking at the Southern Georgia woman that was standing on the ramparts of this safe haven.[hr]