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Shrug

I figured it was prolly like late noon by now

I'm not sure how much time fighting zombies takes up tbh
If the city has blessed ones, whose to say the other group doesn't? >:3
Isam, who was in Shay's half of the room, hurried over when he heard Fen yelling. The man cursed under his breath. The Russian man, from what he had heard, held some very interesting information. Yet all he was able to give them was some cryptic clue. If the guy died, they would never know who sent what or whatever his strange message had meant.

When the doctor came in, Isam was sure to get out of the way. About that time, the antidote in Shay's system began to take effect. Isam could look past the room's privacy curtain and see her convulsing in bed. He let out another string of curses as he made his way back into her part of the room, Fen at his heels. There was too much shit going on, and he didn't like chaos. His instincts kicking in, Isam quickly took charge.

"Fen, you have done a good job, and thank you for the help, but please go get a shower and put some clothes on," Isam said, his voice steady and calm. Fen looked down at himself, having completely forgotten his current state of filth and indecency among the hectic events.
"Oh, right," He said sheepishly, sparing Shay one last worried look before leaving to get cleaned up and dressed. Isam then turned to Sun.
"I don't know where they might keep blankets in here, but please go find some. She might feel more comfortable if she were covered."

While Sun went to find blankets, Isam got a clean washcloth and soaked it in cold water from the sink. He took it back to Shay and gingerly draped it over her forehead. She looked sweaty, probably from panic. Whatever it was she was seeing, he had a feeling it wasn't good.
The sun began to drift out of the sky to end another day. Long shadows were cast upon a lonesome town, a couple miles outside of the decimated city. It had chain link fence all around it, barb wire on top. An old military base. A lone man walked down the street, until he reached a house that sat on the corner. He let himself in, not bothering to knock. The man slunk through the dark home until he found another man, who sat on the old couch in the living room, listening to an old radio full of static.

The first man cleared his throat. "Sir, we sent a couple scouts to check on the group's progress. Sasha was taken."
The man on the couch was silent for a moment before he spoke. "It doesn't matter," He finally said, "Trojan Horse will work. We will wait for the first report."
"And what about the others?"
"I don't think they'll be a threat to us. We will keep our eyes on the prize, William. The city."
Merman said
Shay getting prego would be interesting, but a little too soon. Hahaha I think you having been infected by the Dead and then getting prego with a Blessed One, you'd give birth to a half-breed that is immune to the Dead bite or scratch. Poor Shay though. Those hallucinations though. Smh. lol Girl must be goin through mental hell. hahahaThe Boneyard and Hightops sound REALLY cool. love those ideas. But I think the only people who can fly in our story are Ravenia in her crow form, the Harpies, and Sun via his sprites levitating him. Although, I guess its accessible to everyone in some way or another. Sun levitating others, the Harpies carrying someone, Ravenia phasing others up to the top with her through the shadows. The Story Progression so far is going great. BTW, Metronome, did you still want to take control of Libby and Copper?


Sure
It works just fine if you take the last few lines out

the ones about mind reading hooblah

I don't like mind reading hooblah
PS

don't be brain sappin' my russian >:(

thats cheating

You'll ruin the mystery
Fen looked down at the hand restraint given to him. "Uh," He piped in. "I don't think this is really necessary. I don't think he's-" But before Fen could finish his statement, the doctor had already left. Fen sighed and set the cuff aside. The man didn't look like he would be flying out of bed and going Rambo on anyone any time soon. He looked to be in pretty rough shape. His nose was a bit crooked, with quite a bit of dried blood under it; Fen wondered if it could be broken.

Fen cross the room to the sink and got a washcloth to clean the Russian guy's face off with. He felt as though the man should be cleaned up. If nothing else, the guy shouldn't lay in his own bloody clothes. Fen didn't know much about medicine, but he was pretty sure that infections could start that way. He gave Sun a sympathetic glance as he soaked the cloth. Fen knew better than to ask him for help; the poor kid was distraught.

The wolf man took the washcloth and carefully dabbed at the dried blood on the stranger's face. When that didn't work, just sort of...scrubbed it off. He figured the guy was asleep, right? It wasn't like he could feel it. When the dirt and blood was wash away, leaving only the dark purple bruises, Fen rinsed the cloth and got a hospital gown out from under the sink. With one hand cuffed, it would be hard to get the guy out of his dirty clothes and into the gown, but Fen figured he could do it.

He set the gown down on the foot of the bed and braced a hand on the man's shoulder and hip to roll him up on one side. However, Russian man was dead weight, and he was, frankly, very heavy. Fen huffed and tried again, slipping a hand under the man's back to push him up. He quickly drew that hand back when it touched something warm and wet. Fen looked down at his fingers, covered in fresh blood. Was the man still bleeding?

With a bit more effort, Fen heaved the man over onto his left side. Underneath him, a large spot of blood was already soaked into the bedsheets. Fen felt his stomach drop. This wasn't some undead monstrosity, this was a real person. With real blood. And he would really die if it kept coming out. Fen lifted up the man's shirt to look at his back. There were several holes, small as they were, that were bleeding copiously. Had those been doing that the whole time? Shoving and hauling the poor guy around probably hadn't helped. Fen took his cloth and wiped one of the wounds to get a better look. Oh god, there was something in there. Fen felt his stomach turn again.

"Doc!" He called out, frantic. "Hey doc, you better see this!"

There was a nail embedded in the guy's back. Several, by the looks of his other wounds. The head of the visible nail was melted, which suggested to Fen that it had probably been shot out of some kind of weapon. Someone had wanted this guy dead pretty badly; enough so to shoot him in the back with some kind of modified nail gun.
Fair enough

but imma make the doc work for his money

russian guy's got bigger problems then heatstroke and a little sunburn >:3
Exit you ignored my last post D:

I feel so sad

No you left Sun and Fen by themselves to sponge bath some fucking russian guy

They'll prolly both need therapy
Let's say he's in one of those rooms with the little devider wall thing down the middle

problem solved.
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