Sasha Kingsley
Sasha had left the trees behind her as she moved silently through the grass, staying low with the borrowed weapons strapped to her. She may not have known the man she was working with right now, but she knew his type. Which was her, only the male version. The only difference between them is that he had no connections, no reason to be going out like she did. Sasha went out for Grace, for the need to know what was coming so that she could protect her. Bob, the man with her, didn’t have that. It only took them a few minutes to cross the patch of grass and find themselves up against the side of the hospital walls. Even here it was silent so far, no moaning from the awakened dead, or the pounding of feet from scared people. No screams broken the air, only the nearly silent sound of their breathing. Sashas bright green eyes latched onto Bobs, her face tired and black shadows made her look even more colder than normal.
Robert Freelen
Bob shadowed her silently, one of his axes in hand as he kept a silent watch on their surroundings. He could tell she had something to protect, though she seemed to be playing her cards close to her chest. His main concern was the bodies of the two buried at his home. The rest were collateral, hinderances that would freak out and bolt like roaches when the lights come on. Rather obviously, he didn't hold a very high opinion of anyone that wasn't in the military, and even less of those who ran from it. Keeping an ear on the silence, he continued to shadow her, before she turned to look into his eyes. His own eyes seemed to catch the bit of dim moonlight, glinting silver in the darkness, and the stare was like ice. He looked at her green eyes, before looking towards their main destination.
Sasha had left the trees behind her as she moved silently through the grass, staying low with the borrowed weapons strapped to her. She may not have known the man she was working with right now, but she knew his type. Which was her, only the male version. The only difference between them is that he had no connections, no reason to be going out like she did. Sasha went out for Grace, for the need to know what was coming so that she could protect her. Bob, the man with her, didn’t have that. It only took them a few minutes to cross the patch of grass and find themselves up against the side of the hospital walls. Even here it was silent so far, no moaning from the awakened dead, or the pounding of feet from scared people. No screams broken the air, only the nearly silent sound of their breathing. Sashas bright green eyes latched onto Bobs, her face tired and black shadows made her look even more colder than normal.
Robert Freelen
Bob shadowed her silently, one of his axes in hand as he kept a silent watch on their surroundings. He could tell she had something to protect, though she seemed to be playing her cards close to her chest. His main concern was the bodies of the two buried at his home. The rest were collateral, hinderances that would freak out and bolt like roaches when the lights come on. Rather obviously, he didn't hold a very high opinion of anyone that wasn't in the military, and even less of those who ran from it. Keeping an ear on the silence, he continued to shadow her, before she turned to look into his eyes. His own eyes seemed to catch the bit of dim moonlight, glinting silver in the darkness, and the stare was like ice. He looked at her green eyes, before looking towards their main destination.
Inna
Listening to the driver, Inna kept her mouth shut for a little bit. She wasn’t feeling great about her little burst of anger, but what was done, was done. Attempting to let it slide off her, her voice was more civil as she was asked about her name. “It’s Inna......” her tone wasn’t very warm, but it wasn’t crude either.
That same little burst of anger hit her as she was prodded with another question, her reaction quick and blunt. “Does it really matter?!”. Before another could speak, she instantly she raised her hand and took a deep breath. “Sorry.....” she apologized, letting her hand fall to her forehead as she relaxed a little more into the seat.
“.....Emergency Physician...” she sighed softly. “....at least I was doing my residency for it”. Her tone was slightly disappointed, and she quickly fell quiet as her gaze returned to staring back out the window.
That life seemed so far away now. But funny enough this new world felt just as hectic as her everyday life.....just she had less say and control in it, which was an uncomfortable idea.
Robert Freelen
He was quiet for a moment as he rode along with the two of them, never quite comfortable in a car. He slid his knife from the boot sheathe and began idly fiddling with it, checking the blade, as he did so, he spoke up. "I'm her uncle. And that's all you need to know. Though make no mistake, I wouldn't care even if you were her husband, if you keep trying to stand in the way while my niece is sick, I'll hamstring you and leave you to the wolves before finding her myself." He looked up into the rearview mirror to look directly into the eyes of the male, this silver flecks in his eyes catching the light in his anger and causing them to almost glow. He then looked to the doctor after she spoke up as well. "Inna, to be fair, I didn't care for his tone either, but there's a lot of positions that can claim Doctor. Everything from Philosophy to Veterinarian. Thank you for letting us know. Seems the fates brought you here at this time, even if you did slap me off a bike."
Greyson
Grey sighed softly. “No, no I’m the one who should be sorry. It’s just Mavis is very important to me so I’m a little over protective.” He apologized to the female before his eyes darted up to the rear view mirror his blue eyes meeting that male’s eyes behind him. “Mavis did say something about having an Uncle Bob who lived by.” He said his eyes flickering back down to the road ahead of him. Stopping right in front of the hospital. “Mavis is sick. Not hurt or injured. Some sort of bug, she doesn’t have what ever this shit is.” He motioned towards a dead walker with his head. He put the car in park and turned slightly. “I will take you to her. I’m sure she would love to see you.” He said talking to the male behind him. Getting out of the car, he grabbed his bat and started for the hospital not even bothering to wait for the other two. He wanted to get back to Mavis before sundown and as soon as possible.
Inna
Inna’s eyes rolled slightly with Bob’s comments towards her. To really be fair, they had all piled into her car and maybe she should have been the one asking questions, but her fight was mostly gone for the moment. “Even a veterinarian is useful....” she threw out there for fun. Surely the value of stitching someone or something was worth a lot these days. Or even just having someone around who could decipher medical text.
Hoping to shift the conversation a bit, Inna shifted in her seat to have a better look at the driver. “So is your name staying a mystery?” she asked, though in a less attitude filled tone than before.
Her eyes would continue to gaze out the window occasionally as they went along, though they stayed glued forwards as they pulled up to the hospital. Inna’s heart felt struck, and her hand violently gripped at the car door as she read the words Clarey Hospital. Her eyes slightly stung as they glossed over, though her face remained cold. Inna hadn’t known where she was driving, and maybe one of them had said it in the car moments ago, but reading the word for herself felt like a gun going off too close to her ear.
Inna would be the last one out of the car as she took a moment to deal with the ache in her chest. When she did finally slide out, she opened a door to the back seat where her golf club had been laying across the floor. Not letting her eyes spill over, she took a deep breath and switched her focus to the information being given. “How long has she been sick?......” Inna asked, almost refusing to make eye contact with either of them. Last thing she needed was to cry in front of strangers.
Robert Freelen
Watching the boy get out of the vehicle, he looked over at Inna, and saw a bit of a shift in her demeanor. He didn't try to comfort her, but he did slide his knife back into the boot sheathe rather audibly to try to help snap her out of her thoughts. He then slid out of the back seat, adjusting the bow on his back, before pulling it and nocking an arrow. He drew the big bow full to cheek, making sure things were still good, before looking around and surveying the area with his scope on the bow. Satisfied for the time being, he let the arrow loosen a bit, keeping it half drawn as he started walking towards the hospital.
Greyson
Greyson stiffened and chuckled softly as he heard what Inna had said to him. He had completely forgotten to tell them his name but demanded to know theres. "My name is Greyson, you can call me Grey." He paused noticing the female's look, he was not quite sure what to make of it. She looked pained and shocked about seeing the name of Clarey Hospital on the sign. "Well, I'm not really sure. Mavis is a very independent person and we were split up for a little while. I found her a couple of days ago or so." He paused glancing over at Bob, the older male who was supposedly Mavis's uncle. They did look a lot alike, maybe it's the Alaskan roots. "She looked fine when we met back up but she is completely out of it right now. I left her in a storm shelter at a cabin down the road a few miles from where ya'll found me." A dark and scared look appeared on Grey's face for a brief second. I hope she's alright "I couldn't risk carrying her with me in the state she was in and with that horde, we both would have died if I brought her with." He shook his head and started towards the hospital, hoping the other two would follow. "I need to get back to her as soon as I can." He muttered softly, tightening his grip on Mavis's spine bone bat.
Inna
“Nice to meet you Grey” Inna said softly before her eyes quietly followed Bob’s movements. Bob seemed to be a man of few words, and not really the type Inna enjoyed standing in the way of. Her attention was pulled back towards Grey as he spoke of the girl, though this time her gaze actually met Grey’s. Even in the darkness, Inna’s blue eyes were almost striking through the dark liner caked around them.
She was quietly annoyed with the man as the first words to leave his mouth were that he didn’t know. She didn’t really expect him to know what was wrong, but the lack of description was unhelpful. Her head tilted slightly as he continued to speak. “So she was fine when you met back up.......but suddenly went out of it at some point when you were together?” she asked with slight confusion. “So......what state is she in besides out of it? She would have been easy to carry if she was just having a panic attack.......Is she injured? Does she looks fevered? No offense, but we need some kind of detail to work with Grey.....” she said with a bit of a sigh.
“I don’t mean to be rude.....we just need to give ourselves the best chance to deal with whatever the problem is.....we aren’t going to have time to sit there and think about it”. Compared to earlier in the car, Inna’s speech was moving from an edgy girl to an educated woman. Holding the golf club in her hand, she merely followed the other two as they seemed to have an idea of where they were going.
Robert Freelen
He scanned the area a bit more, before looking towards the direction that the boy was headed in. The moment his eyes caught a slight movement, he aimed and let fly with pinpoint accuracy, the arrow taking the zombie with so much force that the head ripped clean, only to slam into the side of one of the ambulances, burrowing deep into it. The body stumbled a few steps, before collapsing. He grumbled a bit, before looking to the others. "As obvious as this sounds, we're not alone here. Keep your eyes open, and talking to a minimum, until we're safely within the vehicle. It'll be loud enough on its own to cover speech." He then pulled another arrow from his hip quiver, nocking it. "Otherwise, you might become a meal." He then started walking towards the garage area, having seen plenty of the ambulances head this way during his occasional trips to town. Scanning each shadow, keeping a watch for the slightest movement, he covered them as he followed, off to the side.
Greyson
Grey glanced over to where the zombie had fallen, an arrow now sticking in the side of one of the ambulances. His grip on his bat tightened as another zombie came crawling out from underneath one of the vehicles beside him. Gripping onto his ankle, Grey swung the bat in a swooping motion which collided with the head of the zombie. Parts of its skull flying to the side and splattered onto the ground. "She has a fever, she's not injured. Mavis group up in the wilderness of Alaska, she's way too careful to get injured." He said a bit irritated as he kept walking forward, swinging the bat on his free side. "But I'd grab stuff for an infection just in case, she wouldn't have told me or showed any signs of an injury if she had one." He added on glancing over to Bob and gave him a nod. "We should hurry this up. I want to get to her before the sunsets." He said picking up his pace a bit and walking a head of the two.
DM Post
The sun had set long ago, though the area of the hospital was so brightly lit that it could be easily mistaken for day. Despite the lighting, however, the silence was almost deafening, beyond the occasional shuffling of something not quite alive close by. Stray beds and gear lay around the parking lot, with a bit of blood here and there to signify a struggle had taken place here. One of the hospital doors that were supposed to open automatically was now hanging off kilter to the side of the doorway, revealing a grim scene within the hospital, with bodies seemingly torn apart by wild animals. These didn't seem to be moving for the time being, if they ever would again. Blood lay coagulated upon the floor in rivulets, flowing towards a drain before drying up a little. If one listened, thumping could be heard from within, as some of the dead occupants obviously didn't stay dead. It was hard to tell by the sound, but there was more than a few. One ambulance could be seen under the overhang of the hospital, though if it would run or even had the keys was anyone's guess.
Inna
The one concern one might have about Inna and the dead walked towards them, was the ability to hold her own. While she wasn’t overly short, she was clearly small in every other sense of the word. She would barely fill someone’s grasp if they wrapped an arm around her waist, and she most certainly had next to no muscle.
What Inna lacked in physical ability, she clearly compensated with smarts. As Grey handled the grounded zombie, Inna would step out slightly to manage the one walking her way. She knew she didn’t have enough power in her swing for a walking target, so as it stumbled towards her - she slowly retrieved her multi tool from one of her pockets and flipped the knife out. When it was close enough, she swung at one of the knees and watched it buckle to the ground with a face plant. Putting her heavy boot on its neck, she bent down quickly to stab into the back of its head. Naturally this was a method she had her sister had used many times when it was convenient.
Listening to Grey speak, she decided not to keep prodding him for information on the state of the girl. Instead she looked around a bit as sunset was mentioned. Furrowing her brows slightly, her eyes were almost piercing through the dark night towards Grey. “I think that ship sailed hours ago.....” she said in a hushed tone. “When was the last time you slept?” Inna asked, her eyes following Grey as he surpassed her, and her own steps fell into Bob’s lead.
Robert Freelen
Bob growled softly under his breath, looking at them. "If you two wish to keep chatting away like it's your lunch break out here, be my guest." He then slid the arrow down to a half draw, moving forward quite a bit faster, while paying close attention to the surroundings. He didn't like the prospects of having to hotwire one of these big vehicles, not to mention driving one, but if his niece was injured or sick, she'd need the bed within the back of it. Taking a moment, he looked around, making sure not to get into the field of vision of the walking corpse at the back of the ambulance he now stood beside, and quietly slid his arrow back into the quiver and slid his bow over his back. He then knelt down, sliding his knife from the boot sheathe, and then spun around the lower back of the ambulance. Slightly miscalculating the direction of the creature, he nevertheless slashed an ankle out from under it, before using his spinning momentum to ram an elbow into the things head, slamming the head into the ambulance door hard enough to snap the neck. The sounds, however, was enough to catch the attention of something inside, and Bob gave another growl of frustration. Snatching keys off the belt of the corpse he just dispatched, he looked to the others. "Let's go." He then ripped the doors open in the back and jumped in, heading to the front to figure out which key was needed. His fingers were flying through them one by one as he heard a screech from inside, which seemed to get the attention of more. "We can either go now, or I can go and leave you two behind. Your choice." He was done being nice.
Greyson
Greyson stopped and glanced over at Inna before he nodded to her to go get in the ambulance. “Check to see if it has things we need.” He stated, his voice barely above a whispers and clearly ignoring her question about when the last time he had slept. Internally scolding himself about not keeping track of how much daylight they had left. He glanced towards the sky for a brief second before he turned to follow Inna and Bob in the ambulance. “We should stay the night here and go at day break. We don’t need to be caught out in the road in a horde.” Greyson pointed out shutting the doors behind them. He was worried about getting to Mavis as soon as possible but he also knew that if they died out there she’s as good as dead as the things walking around here.
Robert Freelen
Having fought off about 6 of those bloody things, Bob was bleeding from a couple of places, but mostly unharmed. No broken bones that he could feel. He took a deep breath and winced slightly. Okay, maybe a couple of cracked ribs. Taking a few opponents on was one thing, but more than three and a few hits got through, though thankfully nothing bit him or scratched him, just some bruises and scraped from when he hit a wall in one failed defensive maneuver. Probably where the cracked ribs were from, the hit that knocked him into it.
Making sure not to take very deep breaths, he made his way into the hospital, looking for a decent enough place to rest a bit and catch his breath. Maybe a bit of gauze wouldn’t go amiss at this point as well. He went ahead and looked around, finding a bit of antibiotic ointment at the nurse’s station, and some bandages for the scrapes. He then found an ace bandage and wound that around his ribs a few times, giving it a bit of compression. It would have to do for now. He didn’t dare step foot outside right now, not even to look for the axe he’d misplaced in one of their skulls.
Finding a room a few doors down from the emergency exit, he stepped in and laid down on the bed, growling softly under his breath. If he had been active military, something like that would have never happened. But in his retirement, he’d gotten a bit soft. Working with civilians, protecting people instead of focusing on the hunt, working with others when he was trained to work alone, he was getting soft. He laughed softly to himself in a rye moment, before finally relaxing a bit on the gurney left in the room that wasn’t toppled over.
Listening to the driver, Inna kept her mouth shut for a little bit. She wasn’t feeling great about her little burst of anger, but what was done, was done. Attempting to let it slide off her, her voice was more civil as she was asked about her name. “It’s Inna......” her tone wasn’t very warm, but it wasn’t crude either.
That same little burst of anger hit her as she was prodded with another question, her reaction quick and blunt. “Does it really matter?!”. Before another could speak, she instantly she raised her hand and took a deep breath. “Sorry.....” she apologized, letting her hand fall to her forehead as she relaxed a little more into the seat.
“.....Emergency Physician...” she sighed softly. “....at least I was doing my residency for it”. Her tone was slightly disappointed, and she quickly fell quiet as her gaze returned to staring back out the window.
That life seemed so far away now. But funny enough this new world felt just as hectic as her everyday life.....just she had less say and control in it, which was an uncomfortable idea.
Robert Freelen
He was quiet for a moment as he rode along with the two of them, never quite comfortable in a car. He slid his knife from the boot sheathe and began idly fiddling with it, checking the blade, as he did so, he spoke up. "I'm her uncle. And that's all you need to know. Though make no mistake, I wouldn't care even if you were her husband, if you keep trying to stand in the way while my niece is sick, I'll hamstring you and leave you to the wolves before finding her myself." He looked up into the rearview mirror to look directly into the eyes of the male, this silver flecks in his eyes catching the light in his anger and causing them to almost glow. He then looked to the doctor after she spoke up as well. "Inna, to be fair, I didn't care for his tone either, but there's a lot of positions that can claim Doctor. Everything from Philosophy to Veterinarian. Thank you for letting us know. Seems the fates brought you here at this time, even if you did slap me off a bike."
Greyson
Grey sighed softly. “No, no I’m the one who should be sorry. It’s just Mavis is very important to me so I’m a little over protective.” He apologized to the female before his eyes darted up to the rear view mirror his blue eyes meeting that male’s eyes behind him. “Mavis did say something about having an Uncle Bob who lived by.” He said his eyes flickering back down to the road ahead of him. Stopping right in front of the hospital. “Mavis is sick. Not hurt or injured. Some sort of bug, she doesn’t have what ever this shit is.” He motioned towards a dead walker with his head. He put the car in park and turned slightly. “I will take you to her. I’m sure she would love to see you.” He said talking to the male behind him. Getting out of the car, he grabbed his bat and started for the hospital not even bothering to wait for the other two. He wanted to get back to Mavis before sundown and as soon as possible.
Inna
Inna’s eyes rolled slightly with Bob’s comments towards her. To really be fair, they had all piled into her car and maybe she should have been the one asking questions, but her fight was mostly gone for the moment. “Even a veterinarian is useful....” she threw out there for fun. Surely the value of stitching someone or something was worth a lot these days. Or even just having someone around who could decipher medical text.
Hoping to shift the conversation a bit, Inna shifted in her seat to have a better look at the driver. “So is your name staying a mystery?” she asked, though in a less attitude filled tone than before.
Her eyes would continue to gaze out the window occasionally as they went along, though they stayed glued forwards as they pulled up to the hospital. Inna’s heart felt struck, and her hand violently gripped at the car door as she read the words Clarey Hospital. Her eyes slightly stung as they glossed over, though her face remained cold. Inna hadn’t known where she was driving, and maybe one of them had said it in the car moments ago, but reading the word for herself felt like a gun going off too close to her ear.
Inna would be the last one out of the car as she took a moment to deal with the ache in her chest. When she did finally slide out, she opened a door to the back seat where her golf club had been laying across the floor. Not letting her eyes spill over, she took a deep breath and switched her focus to the information being given. “How long has she been sick?......” Inna asked, almost refusing to make eye contact with either of them. Last thing she needed was to cry in front of strangers.
Robert Freelen
Watching the boy get out of the vehicle, he looked over at Inna, and saw a bit of a shift in her demeanor. He didn't try to comfort her, but he did slide his knife back into the boot sheathe rather audibly to try to help snap her out of her thoughts. He then slid out of the back seat, adjusting the bow on his back, before pulling it and nocking an arrow. He drew the big bow full to cheek, making sure things were still good, before looking around and surveying the area with his scope on the bow. Satisfied for the time being, he let the arrow loosen a bit, keeping it half drawn as he started walking towards the hospital.
Greyson
Greyson stiffened and chuckled softly as he heard what Inna had said to him. He had completely forgotten to tell them his name but demanded to know theres. "My name is Greyson, you can call me Grey." He paused noticing the female's look, he was not quite sure what to make of it. She looked pained and shocked about seeing the name of Clarey Hospital on the sign. "Well, I'm not really sure. Mavis is a very independent person and we were split up for a little while. I found her a couple of days ago or so." He paused glancing over at Bob, the older male who was supposedly Mavis's uncle. They did look a lot alike, maybe it's the Alaskan roots. "She looked fine when we met back up but she is completely out of it right now. I left her in a storm shelter at a cabin down the road a few miles from where ya'll found me." A dark and scared look appeared on Grey's face for a brief second. I hope she's alright "I couldn't risk carrying her with me in the state she was in and with that horde, we both would have died if I brought her with." He shook his head and started towards the hospital, hoping the other two would follow. "I need to get back to her as soon as I can." He muttered softly, tightening his grip on Mavis's spine bone bat.
Inna
“Nice to meet you Grey” Inna said softly before her eyes quietly followed Bob’s movements. Bob seemed to be a man of few words, and not really the type Inna enjoyed standing in the way of. Her attention was pulled back towards Grey as he spoke of the girl, though this time her gaze actually met Grey’s. Even in the darkness, Inna’s blue eyes were almost striking through the dark liner caked around them.
She was quietly annoyed with the man as the first words to leave his mouth were that he didn’t know. She didn’t really expect him to know what was wrong, but the lack of description was unhelpful. Her head tilted slightly as he continued to speak. “So she was fine when you met back up.......but suddenly went out of it at some point when you were together?” she asked with slight confusion. “So......what state is she in besides out of it? She would have been easy to carry if she was just having a panic attack.......Is she injured? Does she looks fevered? No offense, but we need some kind of detail to work with Grey.....” she said with a bit of a sigh.
“I don’t mean to be rude.....we just need to give ourselves the best chance to deal with whatever the problem is.....we aren’t going to have time to sit there and think about it”. Compared to earlier in the car, Inna’s speech was moving from an edgy girl to an educated woman. Holding the golf club in her hand, she merely followed the other two as they seemed to have an idea of where they were going.
Robert Freelen
He scanned the area a bit more, before looking towards the direction that the boy was headed in. The moment his eyes caught a slight movement, he aimed and let fly with pinpoint accuracy, the arrow taking the zombie with so much force that the head ripped clean, only to slam into the side of one of the ambulances, burrowing deep into it. The body stumbled a few steps, before collapsing. He grumbled a bit, before looking to the others. "As obvious as this sounds, we're not alone here. Keep your eyes open, and talking to a minimum, until we're safely within the vehicle. It'll be loud enough on its own to cover speech." He then pulled another arrow from his hip quiver, nocking it. "Otherwise, you might become a meal." He then started walking towards the garage area, having seen plenty of the ambulances head this way during his occasional trips to town. Scanning each shadow, keeping a watch for the slightest movement, he covered them as he followed, off to the side.
Greyson
Grey glanced over to where the zombie had fallen, an arrow now sticking in the side of one of the ambulances. His grip on his bat tightened as another zombie came crawling out from underneath one of the vehicles beside him. Gripping onto his ankle, Grey swung the bat in a swooping motion which collided with the head of the zombie. Parts of its skull flying to the side and splattered onto the ground. "She has a fever, she's not injured. Mavis group up in the wilderness of Alaska, she's way too careful to get injured." He said a bit irritated as he kept walking forward, swinging the bat on his free side. "But I'd grab stuff for an infection just in case, she wouldn't have told me or showed any signs of an injury if she had one." He added on glancing over to Bob and gave him a nod. "We should hurry this up. I want to get to her before the sunsets." He said picking up his pace a bit and walking a head of the two.
DM Post
The sun had set long ago, though the area of the hospital was so brightly lit that it could be easily mistaken for day. Despite the lighting, however, the silence was almost deafening, beyond the occasional shuffling of something not quite alive close by. Stray beds and gear lay around the parking lot, with a bit of blood here and there to signify a struggle had taken place here. One of the hospital doors that were supposed to open automatically was now hanging off kilter to the side of the doorway, revealing a grim scene within the hospital, with bodies seemingly torn apart by wild animals. These didn't seem to be moving for the time being, if they ever would again. Blood lay coagulated upon the floor in rivulets, flowing towards a drain before drying up a little. If one listened, thumping could be heard from within, as some of the dead occupants obviously didn't stay dead. It was hard to tell by the sound, but there was more than a few. One ambulance could be seen under the overhang of the hospital, though if it would run or even had the keys was anyone's guess.
Inna
The one concern one might have about Inna and the dead walked towards them, was the ability to hold her own. While she wasn’t overly short, she was clearly small in every other sense of the word. She would barely fill someone’s grasp if they wrapped an arm around her waist, and she most certainly had next to no muscle.
What Inna lacked in physical ability, she clearly compensated with smarts. As Grey handled the grounded zombie, Inna would step out slightly to manage the one walking her way. She knew she didn’t have enough power in her swing for a walking target, so as it stumbled towards her - she slowly retrieved her multi tool from one of her pockets and flipped the knife out. When it was close enough, she swung at one of the knees and watched it buckle to the ground with a face plant. Putting her heavy boot on its neck, she bent down quickly to stab into the back of its head. Naturally this was a method she had her sister had used many times when it was convenient.
Listening to Grey speak, she decided not to keep prodding him for information on the state of the girl. Instead she looked around a bit as sunset was mentioned. Furrowing her brows slightly, her eyes were almost piercing through the dark night towards Grey. “I think that ship sailed hours ago.....” she said in a hushed tone. “When was the last time you slept?” Inna asked, her eyes following Grey as he surpassed her, and her own steps fell into Bob’s lead.
Robert Freelen
Bob growled softly under his breath, looking at them. "If you two wish to keep chatting away like it's your lunch break out here, be my guest." He then slid the arrow down to a half draw, moving forward quite a bit faster, while paying close attention to the surroundings. He didn't like the prospects of having to hotwire one of these big vehicles, not to mention driving one, but if his niece was injured or sick, she'd need the bed within the back of it. Taking a moment, he looked around, making sure not to get into the field of vision of the walking corpse at the back of the ambulance he now stood beside, and quietly slid his arrow back into the quiver and slid his bow over his back. He then knelt down, sliding his knife from the boot sheathe, and then spun around the lower back of the ambulance. Slightly miscalculating the direction of the creature, he nevertheless slashed an ankle out from under it, before using his spinning momentum to ram an elbow into the things head, slamming the head into the ambulance door hard enough to snap the neck. The sounds, however, was enough to catch the attention of something inside, and Bob gave another growl of frustration. Snatching keys off the belt of the corpse he just dispatched, he looked to the others. "Let's go." He then ripped the doors open in the back and jumped in, heading to the front to figure out which key was needed. His fingers were flying through them one by one as he heard a screech from inside, which seemed to get the attention of more. "We can either go now, or I can go and leave you two behind. Your choice." He was done being nice.
Greyson
Greyson stopped and glanced over at Inna before he nodded to her to go get in the ambulance. “Check to see if it has things we need.” He stated, his voice barely above a whispers and clearly ignoring her question about when the last time he had slept. Internally scolding himself about not keeping track of how much daylight they had left. He glanced towards the sky for a brief second before he turned to follow Inna and Bob in the ambulance. “We should stay the night here and go at day break. We don’t need to be caught out in the road in a horde.” Greyson pointed out shutting the doors behind them. He was worried about getting to Mavis as soon as possible but he also knew that if they died out there she’s as good as dead as the things walking around here.
Robert Freelen
Having fought off about 6 of those bloody things, Bob was bleeding from a couple of places, but mostly unharmed. No broken bones that he could feel. He took a deep breath and winced slightly. Okay, maybe a couple of cracked ribs. Taking a few opponents on was one thing, but more than three and a few hits got through, though thankfully nothing bit him or scratched him, just some bruises and scraped from when he hit a wall in one failed defensive maneuver. Probably where the cracked ribs were from, the hit that knocked him into it.
Making sure not to take very deep breaths, he made his way into the hospital, looking for a decent enough place to rest a bit and catch his breath. Maybe a bit of gauze wouldn’t go amiss at this point as well. He went ahead and looked around, finding a bit of antibiotic ointment at the nurse’s station, and some bandages for the scrapes. He then found an ace bandage and wound that around his ribs a few times, giving it a bit of compression. It would have to do for now. He didn’t dare step foot outside right now, not even to look for the axe he’d misplaced in one of their skulls.
Finding a room a few doors down from the emergency exit, he stepped in and laid down on the bed, growling softly under his breath. If he had been active military, something like that would have never happened. But in his retirement, he’d gotten a bit soft. Working with civilians, protecting people instead of focusing on the hunt, working with others when he was trained to work alone, he was getting soft. He laughed softly to himself in a rye moment, before finally relaxing a bit on the gurney left in the room that wasn’t toppled over.
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