[hr][h1][b][i][color=ed1c24][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=World%20Narrative&name=Arizonia-Regular.ttf&size=50&style_color=ed1c24[/img][/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][hr] [@Nallore] [@FantasyChic] - Tiffany manages to get the leg hacked off but it is rough and there are pieces of skin dangling from trying to saw with a machete. She manages to get the rags around but they are soaked through instantly and the blood is pouring out as she helps Raymond to his "Foot" - they pain is more than anything he could imagine, there is no holding in screams and he doesn't pass out during the amputation. It isn't until his face goes pale from the blood loss of having his leg unparallel or elevated in the slightest that he finally slumps and passes out. There is no holding him up. Even though he now weighs less than Tiffany because he just lost some weight dead lifting someone who weighs nearly the same for someone that is untrained ain't gonna happen. Do you leave him there and try to elevate the leg? Try to stop the bleeding? Or just say fuck it and run? Those screams will have been heard. [@Caits] [@Nallore] - Yup, you two are still safe in the apartment, up to you where to go now. [@rivaan] [@Morose] [@Charnobylisk] - Congrats Ed, you just fucked up. Driving that fast, down a road, with shit that can happen. Yeah, you just blew a fucking tire, more than one, when you ran over a row of spike that were in the road. What the fuck are those doing there? Doesn't matter. 4 flats. The truck doesn't flip but it bounces and Ed has knocked the fuck out of his head on the roof of the truck before he is able to slam the breaks on and come to a stop. I wonder how many languages he is going to get cursed out in. [@Charnobylisk] [@Sigil] - Well you two are on burial detail. Once you get a hold of Ms. Lilly, moving her isn't bad. The kids are still in school so they don't have to see another dead body. Once you start digging, it isn't too bad. That is until a rotten spot on Bryns shovel gives way as it strikes the ground. The handle breaks, causing Bryn to go off balance a bit and ram herself in the chin with the handle. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a187be]Tatiana Korvo[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/1ff839fa8586ce22804c595ed197b748/tumblr_o21g3x9TIT1qdx47so1_500.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Building 7(Rec Center) - Outer Front Wall [/center][hr] Tatiana had to know if it was Davi, she had to know. Looking at Sophia she tried to give a thin lipped smile. She hated to run off but this was her friend she was thinking of. [color=a187be]"Sorry, must go,"[/color] was all she said before she darted off. Running as quickly as she could over to the Mess Hall where Miss Sally was. Asking her quickly about the new arrival. Miss Sally informed her that she would need to go to the outer front gate and speak to Jim, noting that it was where she had come into the city earlier that day. Nodding and thanking Miss Sally she was out the front door this time and down the main street. She didn't even looked back to see if Jack was following her, she kept hoping that it was Davi out there. At the inner gate she was held up a bit as she tried to explain in her broken thick accented English that she needed to get to the outer gate. They didn't under stand her at first. [color=a187be]"Russian!"[/color] she said pointing to herself, the gate keeper finally got what she was getting at and opened the gate for her. Tearing off along the road until she spotted the man who had let her and Jack in up on a post with the man that had interviewed her and Jack earlier. Racing up the steps she called out. [color=a187be]"Menya! Menya!"[/color] she said as she came up to them and looked over top of the gate. Her face sunk as she spotted the man there instead of who she had hoped it was. Taking a deep breath she sighed and bit her bottom lip. Would she ever see Davi again? Looking at Ash she gave him a thin lipped looked. [color=a187be]"Sorry, vas hoping vas friend. Not friend..."[/color] she said before looking back over the wall towards the man and the cat. [color=a187be]"Chto ty khochesh'?"[/color] she asked him as she called out. [hider=Translations] Menya - Me Chto ty khochesh' - What do you want? [/hider] [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=f6989d]Zoie Crawford[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]http://38.media.tumblr.com/763cc6bce6ba4b4bd21d7fc19ec7a14b/tumblr_mr1d07sjYR1se50o8o5_250.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][i]Location:[/i][/b] Building B(Zoie's House)[hr][/center] Zoie rubbed her towel along the back of her hair as she stepped down the hallway, she had figured that Richard had already left but when she turned the corner to peer into her sitting room she was met with a bit of a surprise as she saw him sitting there in the window smoking a cigarette. He was still there. She was cleaned up now, a little bit of a cut on her cheek and some scratches on the back of her legs but other than that she was physically fine. She wore a light yellow babydoll dress with a pair of spandex shorts underneath since it was so short. Still in her work boots with the white socks peeking out of the top and her belt over the dress with her guns and knife at either side of her hips. She looked like a walking stereotype of southern backwoods girls. Draping the towel over the back of a chair she stepped over to Richard, tucking a few damp blonde curls behind her ear as she sat down across from him in the window sill, propping her feet up in the sill as she drew her knees to her chest and rested her chin on them. Wrapping her arms around her bent legs she looked out of the window and took a short breath. She wasn't exactly sure what to say. It wasn't like she and he had really spoken since that night. Right then though, she forgave him. That was how Zoie was. She didn't hold grudges, she moved on. He had finally apologized and for her it was over and done with; as long as he didn't pull the same shit again but in her mind since it had taken so long for him to say anything he had no want to be with her. Not anymore at least. Looking way she watched the leaves rustle in the trees as she wind blew a soft gust between the houses. [color=f6989d]"You dos knows I forgives ya right Honkey Tonk?"[/color] she asked him quietly before looking back over to him. She wanted him to know that she did, even if perhaps it wasn't needed or maybe he didn't want to hear it but she wanted him to know it. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=82ca9d]Astrid Hansen[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/59701909e5b27882cba8b21df50b06d4/tumblr_nbei3oUzIS1qdzgy2o1_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Building 1(The Infirmary) [/center][hr] Astrid nodded towards Ash as he left to deal with who or whatever was out at the front gate. Turning back towards Victor as the door swung shut she pulled up a chair and sat down next to him. He was testing her as he always did, she knew that. She wished he wouldn't right then because if he passed back out she wanted to go ahead and have a clue of what to do but it appeared that that wasn't going to happened right then. [color=82ca9d]"I have taken your vitals, I have the monitors hooked up. I have checked for any signs that what could have caused you to black out to have been caused by external sources. The next step is blood work. I must draw a minimal of four vials of blood and see if anything can be deduced from them. Before blood is drawn from your vein though, I can run a simple sugar test with a little prick to make sure it wasn't just low sugar. After that though, I will need to look more closely at your blood to see if we can determine why the sudden. We have your symptoms but because they are so few it could be anything from a simple fainting spell, over heating, dropped sugar level, heart condition, or more." [/color] It was rare that the woman spoke so much but she was giving a list of steps and probabilities. This was not conversation, this was education. She knew if she was short with her answers that Victor would prod her for more, it was better to answer once than to answer the same thing while expanding on it each time, multiple times.