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Whispering into Drew's mind, the symbiote says weakly, "I heal you, you eat food. Much food, fast. Am weak. You hurt bad." The bandage twitches, reminding Drew of its presence.

Waking from his slumber, Rolen stretches and smiles. Again, he has survived the night... Or was it day? He seems to enjoy sleeping during the day, even though the others are awake. They don't bother him, and he doesn't bother them. He stands, and exits the room. Quietly, he moves to the showers, and takes a long, hot shower. So what if it uses up all the hot water? He deserves it.

Stepping out of the shower, he notices how dirty his clothes seem. He bundles them up, and wraps a towel around his waist. Even though he's a slender guy, he's got the muscles of a man used to hard labor. Rolen smiles into the mirror, noticing the not-so-new changes. The apocalypse had given him a new chance, and he wasn't gonna throw that away.

He walks out into the hallway, and searches for the laundry room. After a minute, he finds it, and begins a load of laundry. Having removed the contents from his pockets, and whoever's laundry that had been piled up alongside the machine, he smiles at his earnings. A pack of cigarettes, a few coins, and a few twigs. He snorts, and tosses the twigs aside.

He returns to his room, and grabs a lighter. Lots of walking around here, he tells himself. Better than handcuffs, and bars.

Rolen walks downstairs, and outside. Lighting a cigarette, he lifts it to his lips and breathes in deeply. No telling how long this pack will last. If he's careful, a good while. If all this stress doesn't somehow go away, maybe a week. The night is calm, silent even. He should have brought his axe, just in case. He quickly finishes his cigarette and goes inside. Sitting on a chair in the main room, he twiddles his thumbs.

Perhaps he should come up with a plan. The leader here doesn't know what she's doing, and everything they have now is because of luck. Luck ain't gonna get you far, he tells himself. Ain't no guards around here, an' we sure need 'm. He'll talk to her the next time he sees her.

Drew frowned at the bandage...thing. "But I just ate." He protested weakly at the thing.

"More.... please?" it asks, before changing its tone of voice. "Eat. Go outside. Eat!"

The symbiote curls inside his head, and begins to sift through his memories and thoughts.

"I am not going outside. I'm not suicidal." He growled.

Either too weak to force Drew outside, or surprised by the host's mental strength, the symbiote goes quiet. After a moment, it utters, "Food. Energy. Heal you. Fast."

He sighed. "What is this thing?" He asked Skylar. "I don't like it. It's quite annoying."

A piercing pain flashes through Drew's skull, as the symbiote roars, "THING? ANNOYING? YOU DARE MOCK ME?" The bandage squeezes the breath from him, but releases quickly. "I ask nicely, host. If you want to be healed, listen to me."

((Course, Jonathan! Tis an open RP!))

Drew grunted in pain as his breath was squeezed from him and pain shot through his skull, gasping for air once the thing released. "Still, though, am I the only one who finds a living black oozy thing a bit strange. Especially when it won't shut up."

Skylar laughed softly, and brought Drew some food. “Here, it’s probably hungry.”

The symbiote urges Drew to eat, and eat until he is full. It will take a good deal of food to not only stop the spread of the infection, but to hunt down each and every speck of it and kill it. The symbiote hums quietly, a slight gurgle emanating from the bandage.

He sprints through the woods, his clothes torn and ragged, a horde of walkers close behind him.

Skylar sat in silence, but as the once silence, turned to distant walker sounds, Skylar jumped up. She unsheathed her katana and glanced at Drew. “I’ll be right back..” Skylar left the room and out of the compound to check out what was happening.

He reaches the compound and starts to climb it, getting out of reach of the horde.

He'd pull a silenced pistol from his belt and start to cut down members of the horde with perfectly-placed shots.

His hands would start to slip, the gun falling down into the clump of walkers.

Skylar gasped as a horde of walkers were around the compound. She went through the back door, and she came to the front, looking for the source. She saw a man that had climbed.. She glared at him, seeing no problem in letting him fall into the horde. Skylar sighed and began chopping the walkers heads off, as they began going after her.

Faintly, the symbiote senses that its old host is in danger. It attempts to urge its new host to move into action, but to no avail. It gives up, and unwraps itself from Drew. Slithering to Skylar, it leaps, and engulfs her in what seems to be a new skin. Snarling, it speaks to her. "Go. Kill. Feast!" It urges her to release her pent-up anger, hatred, and fear. "We have to protect them." it adds, hissing.

He pulls himself higher up at the sight of Venom, pulling a throwing knife from his belt and hurling it towards Venom/Skylar, hitting a walker that was about to attack them from behind.

Skylar felt a bit relieved that the symbiote was back. Releasing her anger, she began killing the walkers at a much higher rate than what she could’ve done without it. Panting a bit, after 5 minutes, she got through them all. The blade on her katana was extremely dirty. As Skylar walked to where the man was, but she stopped a few feet away, expecting him to climb down. She was still angry, as the unknown man had literally put the whole group in danger.