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thearena2015-03-03 11:44 pm
walking_dead_walker) wrote in thearena2015-03-03 11:44 pm
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Who: Kieren Walker and Beth Greene
What: Kieren being exposed to poppy pollen and his subsequent reaction and death
Where: The woods
When: Week 5
Warnings: Death, vomiting, violence
Everything had been going...well, terribly, to be honest, but not as terribly as this. He'd learned in a rather unpleasant way that there were limits to how much cold even a PDS sufferer should try to take, and had to stumble into a shallow cave to keep from freezing more than he had in a quite literal sense. When the weather warmed he thawed, however, and he emerged from the cave, only to find himself getting sick.
Soon he was huddled up, hidden as he could be in a group of trees, knowing all the while that the sound of him vomiting was giving away his position. Still, it hadn't seemed like too many people had wanted to kill him, so there was a chance that no one would take advantage of his current vulnerability.
Still, as he heaved up black bile, splattering the trees around him, he wonder what was making him so sick. He hadn't eaten anything, after all, and far too much time had passed for him to be going rabid now. Maybe his lack of cooperation was being punished. Maybe they'd poisoned him with something while he slept. Either way, he supposed the only thing that mattered now was how he was going to get through it.
What: Kieren being exposed to poppy pollen and his subsequent reaction and death
Where: The woods
When: Week 5
Warnings: Death, vomiting, violence
Everything had been going...well, terribly, to be honest, but not as terribly as this. He'd learned in a rather unpleasant way that there were limits to how much cold even a PDS sufferer should try to take, and had to stumble into a shallow cave to keep from freezing more than he had in a quite literal sense. When the weather warmed he thawed, however, and he emerged from the cave, only to find himself getting sick.
Soon he was huddled up, hidden as he could be in a group of trees, knowing all the while that the sound of him vomiting was giving away his position. Still, it hadn't seemed like too many people had wanted to kill him, so there was a chance that no one would take advantage of his current vulnerability.
Still, as he heaved up black bile, splattering the trees around him, he wonder what was making him so sick. He hadn't eaten anything, after all, and far too much time had passed for him to be going rabid now. Maybe his lack of cooperation was being punished. Maybe they'd poisoned him with something while he slept. Either way, he supposed the only thing that mattered now was how he was going to get through it.