DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
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Post by DKender on May 18, 2013 21:47:59 GMT -8
Molly joined the older nun. She was in a frantic state.[/i] "Poor darling! Stop interrogating him, for Chrissake! They're obviously zombie wounds." She urged the man to sit and lean against her. How far did he run, with an open throat, until somebody helped? What was the world coming to?[/i]
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on May 18, 2013 22:10:37 GMT -8
When Caleb came back with Sister Blaze, Wolf distracted him again, putting his hands on the kids shoulders and looking him straight in the eyes.[/i] "Hey, I need you to do something very important. Go upstairs, look out all the windows. Make sure they're locked and see if you see anything on the street that may have been following this man. If you see something come back and report it immediately. If you don't just make sure all of the windows are locked tight, okay?" Wolf turned back to the hubbub and tried to assess the situation.[/i] "Look, man, I know you aren't doing so hot, but we've got our doc here and she's gonna take care of you. We need some information though to make sure we all stay safe. I'm gonna ask a few questions. Just give me a thumbs up for yes and a thumbs down for no."
"Did a zombie do this to you?"
"Did a living human do this to you?"
"Are you alone?"
[... and so forth...]
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Post by Dr. Jar on May 18, 2013 22:20:58 GMT -8
Sister Blaze gets to work, putting pressure on his wound, and generally mulling about and making sure everything is clean and nothing is bleeding excessively. "I'm not much of a doctor anymore, but I think this will do. Sit still." Man-- He seems to be falling into a stuporous state, as if all that had kept him going was adrenaline up to this point. His eyes half-close, and he begins to act sedate. "I...it was a creature. A monster....a like a zombie but bigger. I was getting food and it attacked me...and then I tried to get help but no one would help me...I came here... I am alone now."
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Post by Dr. Jar on May 18, 2013 22:22:17 GMT -8
Breg closes and double locks the door further, and checks to see if there is anyone or anything else within their line of sight outside. The windows are tastefully barred with steel, and upstairs, are reinforced with iron or extra sheets of plexiglass.
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on May 18, 2013 22:54:26 GMT -8
Caleb nodded, his face grim with the heavy task before him.
“Aye, Aye Captain Wolf!”
He raced up the stairs in a flurry.
Anya shot Wolf a look of thanks then turned back to the poor guy lying on their doorstep. Anya guessed they weren't going to laugh about it later after all. She doubted the guy was gonna survive the night, he was a goner. Sister Blaze seemed confident but those wounds needed a surgeon not a GP. “So Sister B, C-can you really save him?”
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Post by Dr. Jar on May 19, 2013 17:12:02 GMT -8
"I don't know, we don't have his PCV, total solids, but he looks mighty pale...It's a shame, if he had just applied pressure..." She frowns, and looks him over, before pressing hard on the wound, perhaps a little too hard. "He needs fluids in any rate, we don't have anything for a blood transfusion if he needs it." Man- He coughs, but keeps his eyes on the others. "I'm type A, if you need it." He says, and stands back, waiting. There were no orders from Sister Blaze yet. It was a long moment of silence as she worked to stop the bleeding. "I have some LRS fluids upstairs, but not much... They aren't warm, but I suppose it doesn't matter at this point."
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DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
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Gender: Unknown Skeleton
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Post by DKender on May 21, 2013 22:25:07 GMT -8
"I'm B positive! What's the universal blood type? O, right? OH, I'm useless! Stay awake, Sweetheart, you're safe now! Tell me how I can help, Sista Blaze." Safe, was he? In her worried state, Molly forgot to KNOCK ON WOOD. Bwahaha!
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Post by Dr. Jar on May 22, 2013 10:34:36 GMT -8
Breg vanished upstairs to go hunt down this mysterious LRS fluid, whatever it was. The stuff could be kept almost indefinitely refrigerated, and in a pinch, was a real lifesaver. However, he was not privy to this knowledge. "I can't stabilize him without that fluid, Breg, hurry up." She mutters something under her breath and worked to apply pressure to his wound, only to find another under his sleeve. His arm was missing a sizable chunk previously unnoted because of his clothing. "...Shit." She growled.
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Post by Dr. Jar on May 25, 2013 17:30:56 GMT -8
Breg returned with the fluid, and Sister Blaze got to work. In the meantime, the man seemed to be so far out of it without medication, he continued to speak, but it made little sense. Sister Blaze labored over his wounds, cleaning them and stopping the bleeding, before quickly sewing them up with sterile needles. She hoped this was good enough, she didn't have everything they needed. An hour went by this way, laboring on the man, and the other three Sisters came down to help. Sister Isa seemed to be the least aware of all of them, but she was disturbed by the blood, and continually asked if the young man would be alright. They told her, again and again, that things would be ok. At the end of the hour, Breg and the others helped carry the injured man upstairs to rest, and hung a bag. "I'll be a long night." Muttered Sister Blaze. "Please don't visit our visitor for a while. Sister Sylvia, can you help guard the door this evening, in case we have more sinister visitors?" "I'll do whatever it takes, S.. Captain." She says quickly, in her normal gruff voice, as she brushed her freckled cheeks with a hand. She turns to the others. "You guys...that was more violence than we've seen for a while."
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DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
Posts: 9,204
Gender: Unknown Skeleton
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Post by DKender on May 25, 2013 21:54:45 GMT -8
"The poor boy. What did he mean by 'No eyes' and ... and that other stuff? What did he whisper to you, Sylvia?" Maybe their patient was just feverish. Maybe. Molly was not convinced. During the apocalypse, the wall separating reality and delirious visions fell.[/i]
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on May 25, 2013 21:57:57 GMT -8
"You ain't kiddin', sister. That sh-tuff was nasty. Makes me a little 'preciative that the zombies don't bleed so much anymore." "Anyway, I think I've got the grave shift on patrol, so I'm gonna go grab a few winks while I can. If'n anyone needs me, just come a'holler'n." Wolf wasn't sure where some of the shit he said came from. He'd been so many different people in the last ten years that sometimes, when he wasn't trying, all manner of random shit might come out of his mouth. Today, apparently, he was a bluegrass hipster.[/i]
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Post by Dr. Jar on May 25, 2013 22:00:01 GMT -8
"Maybe the eyes were covered." Offers Sister Sylvia simply, though she bade the others a good night. The darkness fell, and there rest went to attend to their patient, or try to sleep. In the middle of the night, the outside light flipped on. It was motion sensitive.
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Post by Dr. Jar on May 26, 2013 12:36:53 GMT -8
The light clicks on audibly, and floods the dark street. In the night, the two hear many noises of various creatures, despite a barrier being present beyond. This sound seems different, however. A soft snicker-snicker of feet like a large dog, if they choose to listen. Sister Sylvia did not ask who was there, but rather readied her shotgun, and waited, peeking out of the door. She wasn't close enough to an open window to hear the movement outside, but she knew it must be something. Nothing waited directly outside the door. Her peephole was empty. Must not be a human then. She waited. The light remained on.
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on May 26, 2013 20:26:05 GMT -8
Wolf came down the stairs, a little louder than Sister Sylvia would have appreciated. He unsheathed his knife, clutching it rather tightly in his hand. When he spoke, at least, it was in a hushed tone.[/i] "What? Where?" He turned his head, straining to hear the faint noises better.[/i]
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Post by Dr. Jar on May 26, 2013 20:48:49 GMT -8
"The light turned on outside. Did you hear something? Why are you so loud?" She asks, frowning, though her voice is a gruff whisper in the dark.
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