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Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

Thanks, my aunt will appriacate it, more than I would. Thank you all the same.

It's been a incredibly difficult week, I won't go into great deal aside from mentioning it will effect rping from time to time. But I've spent the last couple of years under watch from a doctor and I've been dreading one result and well that's what I got. I haven't had chance to fully come to terms with it yet since well I got the worst news. But I'll be back on my feet soon enough and I'm thankful for the support guys

Winter's Child

The sudden uprising of voices and shouting caused more than one man to draw their weapons. The two nearest pulled strong iron long swords, each lacing with snow. Roran stepped back and pulled a bow from his shoulders and an arrow from his waist beneath his fur cloak. The Wargs were thick, tall and as muscled as a snake. Grey hides that seemed to balance with the night and the heavy blanket of snow, wrapped around them. Gilly made a break for the first Warg, twisting his elbow to get a decent swing on the sword before it made an impact with the animal.

The entire situation was a flash, Bane laid howling in agony as Rannor tried hard to subdue the bleeding. The three others pushed forwards, swinging heavy iron forged swords. Roran's mind moved back to the other, the girl. He released an arrow past Gilly and into the warg he was defending them from. She was quick, silent too. They were pathmen, they should have heard her coming. The remaining Wargs turned their attacks back and latched onto Rannor as he attempted to help his already dying friend. His voice gurgled into the increasing blizzard, echoing off every stone face.

"Howan! Do something!" Gilly yelled, managing to overcome the warg that had clenched all jaws onto Rannor. The younger man stammered for a moment and turned to Roran who tossed a single firestarter. It was much larger than any previous, a heavy iron casing, encrusted with the sigil of their king. "Do it!" Gilly yelled, defending Howan for a moment. The younger man, unshaven and determined, dashed out into the open air. He pulled on the cord and closed his eyes. The valley lit up with a painful bang, one that shook rock and paralyzed both the Wargs and remaining Winter's Children for a moment. The snow shifted as the signal shot straight up into the sky. A vivid red trail followed on, lighting up all darkness for miles. A flare designed by the capital's best magicians to be so bright that any watchman at Cannor could see. They'd be safe within a few hours, providing the Wargs made an escape.

Howan had dropped and covered his ears, cowering under the intense noise. Bane had made no response, his body laid cold in the snow. Rannor laid crying, clutching his open arm as if he could stop the bleeding himself. Roran and Gilly remained stood, watching the Wargs with fear and intent. They had whimpered and cowered, chances are they would leave. The two men let out a sigh of relief as the creatures disappeared from the scene. Ignoring their injured and dead family. Gilly dropped back onto the snow, his weapon cold on the ground. They were safe enough.

During the momentary struggle, the men seemed to have forgotten about Ysabel. Roran dashed towards Rannor, pulling his cloak off. His eyes scanned desperately around for something he could make a wrap out of.
"Someone!" He yelled, scrambling over to the bearded and eldest man of the group. He yanked at Bane's undershirt and tugged as much of it as he could. He tripped back over his body and tried to wrap it around his friend's arm as he howled in pain.

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Emilie nodded and pulled an arrow immediately into the knock. She'd stay quiet now. They all needed to. Any screaming and all the infected in the area would hear. She lifted a hand to the door and pushed it open, slowly. Nothing straight away. She pushed the door open fully and stepped inside, bow fully extended and ready. Nothing. Not yet. She waited to one side and looked back at the others. They'd be able to get where they needed to, she'd wait for Annie before continuing. Runners were often too fast to react.

Across the street, Andrew thought the same thing.
"Well clear rooms together, it'll be easier that way." He added, reading his pistol and his knife. Mary stood behind him, nervous and obviously terrified. These runs and raids scared her more than the infected herself. Someone was always left behind. Everytime. It was beginning to break her. Andrew eased the door open, within half an inch, he spotted an infected. The thing was hunched over in the living room. He lifted a finger to his friends and eased the door open more, waiting and testing the thing inside.