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Hidden 10 yrs ago Post by Blackacidan
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Victor stared ahead blankly as the horn continued to go off. At one point, someone from the survivor group ran over with a shotgun pointed at the van and started yelling. Victor couldn't hear what the guy was saying, but he was about to open the window and tell him to go to hell. Before he had a chance, a more reasonable person hurried over and took the shotgun away, then opened the driver door and let Ed fall out, putting an end to the horn.

Tucking his gun away, Victor decided he needed to act. He didn't feel like doing much of anything right now, but he wasn't ready to die yet either. Swinging the passenger door open, he climbed down to the ground. He straightened his lab coat, which was dirty and bloodied by this point, as best he could and using the van for support, dragged/hobbled to the front of the vehicle on his stumps. It hurt to walk on them, but he didn't care right now.

"I think noise attracts them. It isn't wise to stay here for too long." he said looking up at the two men who had come over there.
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Otto no longer had the slightest fucking clue what was going on around him. Quite obviously that was extremely freaking dangerous in his currant circumstances. All he really knew was that one minute he was walking towards some bloke looking to introduce himself and the next some dumb psycho had set off a vehicle's horn, a horn that didn't seem to be stopping. By now most people knew that sound attracted the feral people so whoever had done it had no freaking excuse except maybe clumsiness or straight up desperation. It turned out some dude had just put a round through the back of his driver's head; spraying the windscreen with brains and such. Seeing as this specific bloke seemed to be in a damn wheelchair Otto imagined he did have a good excuse as to why he had just killed the man that probably saved his life recently. Either way Otto had found somebody to introduce himself to. The man obviously had a gun so Otto approached with a worried mind, but he was betting the man wasn't the shoot on sight sort... Betting his life actually, so he freaking hoped he was right.

“Uh, hello, I'm Otto. I take it you had a good reason for putting a bullet in your friend's brain... I'm sorry... For my bluntness I mean, and your friend... He get infected?”
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