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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 17, 2007 3:17:14 GMT -5
"A significant portion of his head is in the process of repairing itself. Slowly, his brain tissue is reforming, nerve endings are being rewired, and sections of bone, muscle, and skin in several areas of his body are being formed. He could stay here, under guard, until he got back on his feet, but if we don't get him to a hospital soon for post-revival treatment, he might come out worse off than before." Ivan said, replacing a bandage around one of his brothers wounds.
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 17, 2007 3:20:31 GMT -5
"Huh, looks like we don't have a choice then."
Priz takes a swig of the vodka, and begins to dissassemble his weapons for cleaning.
"Anyone else feel like going for a walk?"
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Post by Melody Arachne on Mar 17, 2007 12:09:17 GMT -5
Mel crosses her arms over her chest, shakes her head. "I always heard it's worse to move them. Why else leave your friends laying in a graveyard?"
She shrugs. "He's your brother, it's your call. But sometimes that magic serum doesn't work. I dunno if I'd risk it."
She moves to the hall, opens the closet door and rummages for a blanket or two.
"Can't leave the bar, but I'll donate to the cause. You can at least keep him from bouncin' around so much. He was - is - pretty decent guy."
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 17, 2007 19:23:26 GMT -5
Lachryma stands up slowly, dragging her pet zombie with her.
"Did someone mention going back to hospital? I is up for trip. Tell me how I can help."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Mar 18, 2007 7:55:11 GMT -5
"Run to the ladder....right..."
The DJ grabs all his stuff that's on the tree and jumps off, making a dash to the ladder. He manages to climb halfway up the ladder when a zed pulled the ladder out from under his feet.
"Ahhhhhh!" CRASH! "Ow....my head...."
He stands up and looks around. A small horde is just beginning to make their way towards him.
"Shit........."
He makes a dash for it, running around the block with a small horde on his tail.
He yells into the bar, "Okay! The ladder didn't work! Now what??!?"
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 18, 2007 8:35:13 GMT -5
"Well...I see there is no shortage of heroes in this little entourage of ours." Ivan said with a smile. "First things first, we need to carefully load my brother onto whatever we can and somehow get him over that gap in the stairs...or out that window...without dropping him. After that, we have an entire horde of ravenous man-hungry zombies..."
Ivan let out a short laugh.
"Piece of cake."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Mar 18, 2007 9:01:33 GMT -5
"I'm about to run another bend here! I'll be at the front door in a minute! Once there, someone throw me my pistol that I left in that dark corner of the room!"
A zombie grabs his shoulder.
"AHHH! Screw you, motha fucka!"
He bashes the zombie on the head with the speakers he's carrying. The zombie loses it's grip.
"Sonuva bitch...that zombie bit me..."
He dives through an unbaricaded window.
"Whew....that was close......Lach! Where are ya! I could use a medic around here!"
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 18, 2007 11:01:32 GMT -5
Lachryma throws a towel at the DJ.
"Here, use to sop up blood. I is busy."
She turns back to Ivan.
"Maybe if we put Tova man in coffin...."
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Post by Definitely Not Axe Hack on Mar 18, 2007 11:10:49 GMT -5
"I'm not sure how well a towel's gonna help me..."
He begins wiping the blood.
"God, I feel so dizzy..."
After a few seconds, the DJ passes out.
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 18, 2007 13:23:02 GMT -5
Lachryma rolls her eyes.
"Lame DJ....Is sad."
She puts bandages on his wounds, stops the bleeding, and then gives him a minor transfusion of blood.
"Take it easy and call me when the zombie apocalypse is over."
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 18, 2007 16:27:29 GMT -5
"I don't know about you Lachryma, but I don't fancy the thought of my only brother in a coffin, especially when he isn't technically dead!" Ivan said. "We stick to the make shift gurney."
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 18, 2007 16:37:22 GMT -5
Lachryma shrugs and nudges Tova's body with her foot.
"Whatever, is your brother. You and Priz carry him, I direct traffic."
"Wait, before we go...." She walks over to the cage with the undead dancer. She opens it up and pins the zombie down with her rifle. Carefully she removes the dancer's metal collar and chain. She unhooks the chain from the cage and attaches the collar to her pet zombie, then she shuts the cage.
"Come along, Kalash."
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 18, 2007 16:51:47 GMT -5
Ivan snags one of Priz's cleaned weapons, and aims it at Lachryma.
"I may just be a young resident with a receding hair line and bad eyesight, but I know how to fire a weapon, and I'd appreciate if you didn't compromise my brother's health like that anymore!" Ivan said, placing his finger over the trigger. "That means no more nudging the injured Russian with your feet! Now get moving! Priz, help me load him up."
Ivan flipped on the safety on the handgun, and tucked it in his pants. "I'm sorry about that, I guess I have a bit more of my father's temper than I'd like to let on."
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 18, 2007 17:00:12 GMT -5
Lachryma kicks Ivan in the shin after he puts his pistol away.
"Don't point gun at me, filth. I only came to help, and this is thanks I receive."
She fumes for a moment, then relaxes.
"Is okay, though. I forgive, for I is kind."
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 18, 2007 23:39:58 GMT -5
"I think this would work best if one of us were outside with the gurney, and we passed Tova through the window" Priz decides. "I get the feeling I know my way around weapons a little better, so if you don't mind, I'll be the one standing outside."
Using the heavy wooden butt of the rifle, he knocks the few remaining boards out of the window. He sticks his head out and looks around, then pushes the trolly through the window.
"Just don't take to long, I'm low on ammo!" He says, and mumbling something about the nurses stealing his bullets, follows the trolly through the window.
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