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Desert arena: Two deaths and I'm still awake
Who| Shion and open
What| Shion's death and reanimation as a Zombie
Where| Around the waterhole, the desert beyond (so north parts of the map??)
When| Day 2
Warnings/Notes| Death by zombie bite (descriptions of death and suffering), becoming a zombie. He will try and attack you, but will be pretty easy to fight off because its still Shion's body. Feel free to injure him but not kill his brain.
Shion ran as fast as he could, blood pouring down his arm from where R had bitten him. He ran until his lungs were burning and he could no longer here R's moans behind him, tears pooled in his eyes and he refused to let them fall. He had been stupid thinking R was his friend, thinking friends were something that could exist here.
He sank to the floor and struggled to get his breath back, he was dizzy from the blood loss and for a moment he just stared at the blood dripping onto the sand.
So you are giving up already? One little bite and you're going to sit and cry. If Rat was really here he would have forced Shion to keep going, he couldn't just sit here. Gritting his teeth he ripped the skirts of the costume he was wearing. He had no water, nothing to clean the wound with but he did his best bandaging it.
He continued on, not wanting to remain in one place, but after a few hours it was clear that the wound was infected. He found a rock which granted a miniscule amount of shade and fell beside it, he was hot and cold all at the same time and he curled up, shutting his eyes against the blinding headache.
It got worse, nausea, vomiting, dehydrated and pretty sure by now he wasn't even going to last the night... if the night ever came. At some point a silver parachute floated down next to him, water and food, and a note. He tried to read it, it took a while, the letters didn't make too much sense which scared him. He had been able to read before he could even remember, but not it felt like this brain was filled with thick goo and the thoughts got lost trying to swim through it.
There was no way he could eat the food and somewhere in amongst the pain and sickness he felt bad that someone had gone to the trouble of sponsoring him, when he wasn't even going to last a day. He tried to swallow some water, but was sick moments later.
He lay next to the rock until time had no meaning, his skin had began to blister, open sores bleeding, adding to the blood from his shoulder that was staining the sand around him red. He couldn't think anymore and he didn't want to fight, even though he knew he should. He just wanted this to be over. Death would not be too bad after all this pain.
And so it was a relief when finally through the spasms of pain his body stopped, his dark purple eyes glazing over.
But it wasn't the end. Moments past and the blood stained body stirred, blinked with eyes that were now colourless and rose to it's feet. He seemed confused if a corpse could be confused and after a moment attempted movement, shuffling forwards through the sand. After a few false starts he seemed to have gotten the hang of it.
He was hungry, that was his only thought, if an instinct could be called a thought. So he began shuffling through the desert, looking for prey.
What| Shion's death and reanimation as a Zombie
Where| Around the waterhole, the desert beyond (so north parts of the map??)
When| Day 2
Warnings/Notes| Death by zombie bite (descriptions of death and suffering), becoming a zombie. He will try and attack you, but will be pretty easy to fight off because its still Shion's body. Feel free to injure him but not kill his brain.
Shion ran as fast as he could, blood pouring down his arm from where R had bitten him. He ran until his lungs were burning and he could no longer here R's moans behind him, tears pooled in his eyes and he refused to let them fall. He had been stupid thinking R was his friend, thinking friends were something that could exist here.
He sank to the floor and struggled to get his breath back, he was dizzy from the blood loss and for a moment he just stared at the blood dripping onto the sand.
So you are giving up already? One little bite and you're going to sit and cry. If Rat was really here he would have forced Shion to keep going, he couldn't just sit here. Gritting his teeth he ripped the skirts of the costume he was wearing. He had no water, nothing to clean the wound with but he did his best bandaging it.
He continued on, not wanting to remain in one place, but after a few hours it was clear that the wound was infected. He found a rock which granted a miniscule amount of shade and fell beside it, he was hot and cold all at the same time and he curled up, shutting his eyes against the blinding headache.
It got worse, nausea, vomiting, dehydrated and pretty sure by now he wasn't even going to last the night... if the night ever came. At some point a silver parachute floated down next to him, water and food, and a note. He tried to read it, it took a while, the letters didn't make too much sense which scared him. He had been able to read before he could even remember, but not it felt like this brain was filled with thick goo and the thoughts got lost trying to swim through it.
There was no way he could eat the food and somewhere in amongst the pain and sickness he felt bad that someone had gone to the trouble of sponsoring him, when he wasn't even going to last a day. He tried to swallow some water, but was sick moments later.
He lay next to the rock until time had no meaning, his skin had began to blister, open sores bleeding, adding to the blood from his shoulder that was staining the sand around him red. He couldn't think anymore and he didn't want to fight, even though he knew he should. He just wanted this to be over. Death would not be too bad after all this pain.
And so it was a relief when finally through the spasms of pain his body stopped, his dark purple eyes glazing over.
But it wasn't the end. Moments past and the blood stained body stirred, blinked with eyes that were now colourless and rose to it's feet. He seemed confused if a corpse could be confused and after a moment attempted movement, shuffling forwards through the sand. After a few false starts he seemed to have gotten the hang of it.
He was hungry, that was his only thought, if an instinct could be called a thought. So he began shuffling through the desert, looking for prey.
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He pounces upon the daywalker then, making to pin the elder undead, one hand slammed up beneath the jaw to keep him from biting, while his other hand-- his claws-- tear at the daywalker's clothing, half in search for things of use and half for the motherfucking fun of it.
He's not so fast to pin the Daywalker's arms however.