These Elevators are dangerous.

[knifewithnoname]

Who| Pruna and R
What| Fighting over food, bullying new humans who can't use all their limbs yet.
Where| Elevator
When| Early week 1
Warnings/Notes| Fighting, potential injury, violent children, swearing.

Pruna still hadn't found Sandy, though she had been searching everywhere she went. She had planned to follow her from the Cornucopia but she hadn't even seen her. She had seen other people, people who had came back from the dead like Some. But not Sandy. She was beginning to get worried but her name hadn't been announced yet, so she was alive.

The moving boxes were stupid, but so far they seemed to be the only way to get from floor to floor, and so she waited until the way was clear and darted towards one as it dinged. She blinked to see a parcel there, with a name note saying "R". She knew R, R was stupid and she had stole from him before, he was slow and didn't even realise things were his.

She darted towards it, food was always useful to have, especially sponsor food which came in tins and lasted a while. Good for when other food was scarce.

Comments

[alonelyboy]

Except this time he did realize things could be his. He just wasn't so hot on the literacy front.

R didn't even see Pruna. She was small, he was looking at the box instead of paying attention to what could be moving in the shadows among the displays, and hoping he'd have something to give to Howard. He reached it at the same time she did, reaching for the package only to see another pair of hands. When he looked up, he gaped at Pruna in surprise. Where'd she come from?

The weird thing is he thought he recognized her. Maybe. They must've met in an Arena. Chunks of the other Arenas are blurs, especially those periods when he was starving, but he thought he remembered a little girl. Something about a parachute?

"That's mine," R opted for tact. Without the hunger tugging at him, he was leery about trying to manhandle a little girl all of a sudden. She looked like he could squash her on accident. "Pretty sure that's my name on it."

Bluffing. Sometimes an ex-zombie can learn knew tricks (or try, anyway).

[knifewithnoname]

Pruna wrinkled her nose, knife in hand. "R do no even be being a name, it do be being a letter." She told him, as if she actually had a name or any standpoint on which to judge him.

His words were better than last time, but he still sounded stupid and she hoped he was still as slow. She could be really fast anyways, and he had been such an easy person to beat last time, she had beaten him with shoes. Now she had a knife.

She stuck her tongue out at him, hand darting out to grab the package. "It do be being mine now."

feel free to get him somewhere, he just needs to survive it though

[alonelyboy]

Dead or alive, surely R could take his package back from one little girl without killing her. He had the height, the reach, he was probably like double her weight or something. Totally got this one down.

R lunged for the package at the same time, blind to the knife in her hand. He wasn't sure if he was still stuck on the zombie mentality or it was the taunting or just the way she'd sounded derisive of his single letter of a name that made him suddenly go for it. His other hand shot out to try to shove her aside.

[knifewithnoname]

She rolled to the side as she was pushed aside angrily kneeling up again and wasting no time before diving back towards the package. He was fighting more this time, and Pruna was sort of glad. As good as it was to get food without even trying it was fun to have a challenge.

This time the knife went first, stabbing towards R's arm as she moved to swipe the package from him again. She had to get it before he stood up, he was much taller than her and taking him down would not be easy.

[alonelyboy]

The Living body was a funny thing at times - it hurt in a way a zombie's didn't, but sometimes it didn't register the pain all at once. R had his hand on the package and was tugging it back to himself and suddenly there as a knife jammed into the meat of his arm. He stared at it in shock, eyes wide, as blood immediately welled out, so red any zombies out there would've been drooling in anticipation.

Then the pain hit like a kick to the stomach, spiking out from where he'd been stabbed. Nausea swam up as he choked out a cry.

R fell back, released the package, his hand clapping over the knife-wound as he felt involuntary tears starting to burn. Now he was paying more attention to that knife. Blood seeped between his fingers and dripped to the floor as he back away from Pruna. She'd - she'd stabbed him! Actually stabbed him!

"Give it back!"

[knifewithnoname]

She made a sound of triumph as he let go and grabbed the parcel for herself. She watched him carefully noting that he seemed faster, and also he had gone all leaky eyed. He hadn't done that before, it was pathetic.

"No! It do be being mine now."

[alonelyboy]

"What? No it's not!" R blurted.

How's this even happening? Every time R moved, his arm kept right on hurting and while sure, he was glad he could feel it at all, the novelty of pain was starting to wear off. Seriously, he didn't get how it'd escalated. He was bigger and stronger and yet this little girl was the one holding his package.

The ex-zombie wavered, still holding his arm and on the fence if he wanted to make another pass at Pruna. If this was what getting tagged in the arm felt like, what would it feel like if she got lucky? Got him between the ribs?

[knifewithnoname]

"Yes it do be being!" She jabbed the knife towards him again, a warning. She watched him carefully in case he attacked, but she was pretty sure she could fight him off.

"I will be stabbing you again if you do no be going away." She told him, moving forwards a bit, hoping he would back off. She needed to get out of the elevator, and somewhere safe and hidden. Before he remembered he was so much bigger than her and decided to grab her or something.

[alonelyboy]

He wanted to shout at her You're just a little girl! But she was coming at him with the knife in one hand and the package hugged to her and he wasn't that good at reading people's tells - she could suddenly dart at him and he couldn't promise he wouldn't freeze up.

"Stay away from me." R tried to look threatening, leaning forward but still taking another step backward, away from the elevator. What would Howard or Julie do? Maximus would've probably lopped off her head, but he wasn't here now and R didn't think he had the guts for it.

[knifewithnoname]

She followed him out, still with the knife in front of her. "You do be staying away from me, or I will be killing you. I will be stabbing you a hundred times." She told him seriously. Eyes moving to the side as she calculated her chance of escape.

[alonelyboy]

He saw kids take down zombies a few times - it didn't happen often, usually, because no matter how badass a kid was, there were five more Dead to replace the one they killed - but this girl. The look in her eyes scared R. It was a new feeling, different from his very first adrenaline rush. Things went cold down to the tips of his fingers. Even the blood still seeping through his fingers felt like it'd chilled.

"You wouldn't do that," R said, his voice sounding like it belonged to someone else. "Just give it back. Please."

He stopped backing up, out of stabbing range, but still not as far as she'd probably like.

[knifewithnoname]

"It do no be being yours anymore." She stuck her tongue out again stepping forward, he wasn't as far away as she would have liked but probably far enough away that she could escape.

"I have been killing loads of people, and they did mostly no be being as stupid as you do be being."

[alonelyboy]

It took a moment for R to parse out what she was saying: if he was a zombie, he could've blamed it on the undead thing, words getting mixed up from his ears on their way to his brain. Now he had no excuse. It was English but even he could tell it was...weird. Still, he definitely got enough of the gist to be very, very unhappy with Pruna.

"It's not worth killing people over," R grit out, trying to be reasonable. It was a lot harder now that he was alive: he was starting to realize this was unfair and that he didn't want to die after all. "If you're done stealing my stuff, you can get out of here."

He inched back again, toward the display he'd left his crowbar hidden at. Using it on her would be another thing entirely, but maybe if he just had it in his hand, he could scare her off?

[knifewithnoname]

"In case you do be being so stupid you do no even be knowing where we do be being." Which could be the case, though he didn't seem so stupid at the moment, not as stupid as last time anyways, "The whole idea do be being to be killing people."

She kept her knife in front of her as she began to edge off to the side, "But I do be going, I do be having better things to be doing than talking to stupid people."

[alonelyboy]

She was circling around, he was getting closer to the crowbar and hoping someone hadn't stolen that too, and R wasn't even sure if he had it in him to smash it square in Pruna's skull.

"Don't come back," R threatened. Tried to sound threatening. It was easier when your face was caked with someone's blood and you had a swarm of zombies to back it up.

[knifewithnoname]

"I might be coming back, I might no be being." She got further away, checking the hall for other danger, calculating when the best moment to run would be.

"Either way you can no be telling me what to be doing." She grinned and darted off, disappearing quickly down the hall, checking to see she wasn't being followed.