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thearena2014-01-30 02:06 pm
alonelyboy) wrote in thearena2014-01-30 02:06 pm
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Watch out for the Good Samaritans
Who| R and Aunamee
What| R is killed a second time by some damn good shooting from Rat. He's assumed dead, looted and left behind by Perry. Aunamee finds him and lays his hooks into him, nursing him back to "health"
Where| Cafeteria, could move later
When| Middle of week 2 after this
Warnings/Notes| References to death, zombie stuff
It's about an hour or so after R gets sniped; the bolt smashed into his chest, the world tilted and suddenly he was on the floor as agony blossomed and spread and he could only wheeze, his breath bubbling in his chest. Perry was there. He thought he was there. R remembers looking up at the face of a man he personally chewed up, his hand grabbing at his and squeezing hard, too hard. He'd tried to say something but all R could get out was some pathetic gurgling. Blood had bubbled around his lips. Stole whatever he had to say.
Must've died then, because everything after that blurs into a general feeling of pain, sounds, and then not even that.
And now here he is. Sprawled on his back in a puddle of blood, trying to fight his way back to consciousness. Again.
R shifts from where he's still lying on the tiles, his head lolling to the side, unaware he has a visitor. The crossbow bolt juts out of his chest like it's sprouted there as he moans.
What| R is killed a second time by some damn good shooting from Rat. He's assumed dead, looted and left behind by Perry. Aunamee finds him and lays his hooks into him, nursing him back to "health"
Where| Cafeteria, could move later
When| Middle of week 2 after this
Warnings/Notes| References to death, zombie stuff
It's about an hour or so after R gets sniped; the bolt smashed into his chest, the world tilted and suddenly he was on the floor as agony blossomed and spread and he could only wheeze, his breath bubbling in his chest. Perry was there. He thought he was there. R remembers looking up at the face of a man he personally chewed up, his hand grabbing at his and squeezing hard, too hard. He'd tried to say something but all R could get out was some pathetic gurgling. Blood had bubbled around his lips. Stole whatever he had to say.
Must've died then, because everything after that blurs into a general feeling of pain, sounds, and then not even that.
And now here he is. Sprawled on his back in a puddle of blood, trying to fight his way back to consciousness. Again.
R shifts from where he's still lying on the tiles, his head lolling to the side, unaware he has a visitor. The crossbow bolt juts out of his chest like it's sprouted there as he moans.