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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 12, 2007 23:26:20 GMT -5
Working his way through the crowd, Priz manages to find an empty table. From the looks of it, it's recently been used for some kind of surgery, and hasn't been washed off yet. Not that he cares. Sitting down, he pulls a small book and a pen out of his pocket, and starts to write.
March 12th, 2007
Well, I sadly haven't been able to write lately. The bar got overrun, and I've spent the last couple of days dodging deadites. I'm in some hospital now. Lousy place, no guns, no booze, no fun.
I ran into Ivan Khrushchev today. He's working here as a medic. I mentioned something about his brother being at the bar, and he was pretty interested, to say the least. I feel bad that I couldn't help him. It must be hell not knowing what's happened to your family. Worse than knowing at least, even if you know they're all dead. Anyway, I'm gonna go look for the rest of the bar survivors. I'm curious as to who made it out.
Finishing, he closes the book, repockets it, and gets up to explore the rest of the hospital.
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 12, 2007 23:29:10 GMT -5
"This is an odd request, but bare with me. That man before...Priz...he offered to take me back to the bar, to look for survivors. You knew my brother, would you come with me?" Ivan pleaded, placing his hand on Lachryma's shoulder. "Its been almost a year since I've seen him, and with times as they are...who knows if I'd even recognize him."
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 12, 2007 23:32:35 GMT -5
Lachryma just stares at Ivan.
"I no go back to bar unless A. I get ticket out of Malton afterwards or B. I get kiwi fruit. I tell you this, you look much like brother. Take mirror and you recognize him any-" She cuts off and looks away. "Well, he wore nice suit, is unique in whole city. You find him easy."
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 12, 2007 23:38:47 GMT -5
"I was hoping to have more than one medic on hand, in case things went bad..." Ivan said. "But I can't force you to go back there. I guess I'll have to brave it myself."
Ivan's beeper went off, and he pulled it out of his right hand pocket, reading the words as they scrolled across the tiny screen.
"Shit...another fatality. I'm being called back into the OR. I hope you change your mind. You never know, I might just know a thing or two about Kiwis."
Ivan snapped his fingers, shaping his hand like a gun and pointing at Lachryma, an old gesture his brother had always used as a child. With that, he pocketed his beeper and rushed back to the OR.
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 12, 2007 23:45:00 GMT -5
Lachryma stood in the empty (mostly) waiting room.
"OR? I hear of ER, but not...Oh well," she shrugs.
After a moment of contemplation, she begins rearranging the chairs (quietly, so as not to wake Murray) into makeshift beds. Then she sets up her medkit next to some old magazines on a coffee table.
With a final glance around, she leaves the room in search of patients to bring to her mini-clinic.
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 12, 2007 23:55:49 GMT -5
"This one came in just a few minutes ago." One of the attendings said, shoving a chart at Ivan. "Looks like he was bitten a few days ago. His flesh has shown around sixty hours of rot. He suffered a large head wound, most likely from a pistol of some kind, and has suffered quite a bit of brain damage."
"Ok." Ivan said, taking a deep breath. "No signs of brain rot, but significant physical damage..."
"Come on, you can do this." The attending said. "Here, hand me that syringe."
Ivan grabbed the nearby Necrotech syringe and handed it to the doctor, who proceeded to tap the needle and ensure proper flow.
"The basic Necrotech Revivification Syringe is a miraculous thing kid. It can bring a human back from the dead, restore brain function, and hell, even repair flesh. I'm not sure how it does it, but it does it, and I'm fine not knowing the specifics."
The doctor injected the zombie with the glistening serum, and Ivan watched as it took its effect. The skin was flushed with color as the heart once again began beating, pumping one stagnant blood through the man's veins. The head wound began to slowly mend itself, even to the extent of brain matter being slowly reformed.
"Amazing..." Ivan said, taking mental note of the changes. "Its a miracle."
"Its science." The doctor said. "Give the patient time to fully respond to the serum, and then treat his bite wound with basic first aid. If he gets to be in too much pain, give him a bit of morphine and let him sleep."
The doctor patted Ivan on the shoulder, and went on to the next patient. Ivan looked over the mans chart, and then took another glance at the man's wounds as they began to mend. The serum was nothing less than miraculous, and new hope revitalized his tired body. If anything had happened to his brother, there was no doubt in his mind that he, with the training Necrotech had been giving him, could bring him back from the dead.
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 13, 2007 0:33:15 GMT -5
Priz looks around for a while, but he fails to find anyone he recognizes on the first or second floors. With a sigh, he turns down one of the emptier hallways, planning to return to the cafeteria. Suddently, the window at the end of the hallway expoldes, and a man comes through.
"VIVA LA REVOLUCION!" he screams, firing a couple rounds from what looks to be an assault rifle into the chest of the only police officer stationed on the floor. The few doctors and medics around dive for cover or are gunned down by the bullets being sprayed everywhere.
Priz ducks behind a wall, and his hand flashes to his homemade rifle holster, only to find it empty. DAMNED HOSPITALS!. Peering carefully around the corner, he asses the situation. I'm stuck in a hall with a bunch of useless doctors and a madman. I don't have a gun, and the nearest one is somewhere on that dead cop. Who is next to someone who's trying to kill me. Great. He rummages through his pack, but all he manages to come up with are a few flares and his crowbar. Well, I can't just sit here. He's bound to move down the hall eventually, and then I'm fucked.
Summoning up his courage, Priz waits until the killer stops to reload, and then charges down the hall towards him, crowbar in hand. Before he can reach his target, the man slips another clip into his weapon, and levels it at Priz' head. All time seems to stop. I'm an idiot. I'm an idiot, and now he's going to kill me. He can see the smile on his killers face, and hear his finger as it squeezes the trigger. He cringes, and CLICK, the killers weapon misfires. Both he and Priz are in shock, but he recovers first, smashing Priz in the face with the butt of his weapon. Priz sinks to the floor. The last thing he hears before losing conciousness is the sound of help coming up the stairs, and giving the madman a liberal dose of lead.
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 13, 2007 0:56:51 GMT -5
Ivan heard the gunshots upstairs, and rushed to investigate the scene. The man he had met earlier, Priz, lay injured on the floor, and a man still holding a rifle lay dead in the corner. Ivan rushed to Priz's side, pulling out a first aid kit and tending to his wounds.
"Don't worry, its nothing fatal. Luckily for you he didn't get a shot off." Ivan said, applying bandages. "Take it easy, another doctor will be with you shortly."
Ivan moved on to the man with the rifle, and took his pulse. He was dead. No surprise, the hospital security had shot him with enough bullets to take down a full grown male bear. Still, all precautions had to be taken. The man was dangerous alive, and he would be even more dangerous dead. The virus that wreaked havoc on the city worked in mysterious ways, and even those killed by casual means seemed to be reanimated. Ivan and a few nurses lifted the man up and placed him on a gurney.
"Take him down to the ER and have him strapped down, and for the love of god somebody bag that rifle!" Ivan said.
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 13, 2007 1:05:05 GMT -5
Priz awakes on a bed in a crowded corridor of the hospital. Puzzled, he reaches out and grabs the nearst doctor.
"I'm I dead?" he asks the man, with both humor and fear, "Cause if I am, why aren't the angels prettier, and where's my martini?"
The doctor does not look impressed. "Your fine," he grunts, "Now get the hell out of here. A police station down the road had a break-in, and we need the bed."
Priz nods, gets unsteadily to his feet, and vacates the bed, which is wheeled away almost instantly. What a headache.
He decides to volunteer his limited medical knowlege to help some of the wounded, but his stomach reminds him of his previous destination, and he wanders off to the cafeteria first.
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 13, 2007 1:43:33 GMT -5
Ivan sat in one of the few empty seats of the hospital cafeteria and took a sip of the rather disgusting hospital coffee.
"It may taste like I'm sucking the serum out of a syringe, but you can't be picky in times like these." Ivan said to himself with a smile.
Ivan let out a deep yawn, placing both of his hands on top of his head and stretching. The fate of his brother, and few words Lachryma and Priz had said about him, repeated constantly in his head. Was he dead? Alive? A zombie? There was no way to know for sure...well, that wasn't true...there was one way.
Ivan downed a large gulp of the coffee, and left the cup on the table. He had to go to that bar, but he needed someone who knew their way there, and around. He needed to find Priz, or convince Lachryma that he could find her a kiwi...
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Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 13, 2007 1:58:19 GMT -5
Priz manages to find his way down to the now slightly less crowded cafeteria, despite packed hallways and a splitting headache. He notices Ivan sitting over at one of the tables at the far side of the room. Dodging through the crowd, he manages to secure a seat across from the medic.
"Thanks for the bandaids," Priz says, "Drinks are on me, when and if some become available."
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 13, 2007 9:18:02 GMT -5
Lachryma walks into the cafeteria and practically tackles a random guy.
"What the hell, lady?!" he shouts in surprise.
"You is injured. Come with me," she starts dragging him into the direction of the waiting room.
"I am not! I was taking a break from barricade duty!"
She stops dragging him and points to his chest.
"You have broken rib you try to hide. I patch you, then you go back to work...eventually. So come"
She drags him out of the room.
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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 13, 2007 14:18:44 GMT -5
"No problem, I was just doing my job."
Ivan turns to the source of some commotion in the cafeteria, and notices Lachryma dragging away a barricade worker. "Hey, what are you doing to that man!" Ivan shouted, pushing up out of his chair and rushing over to help him. "That guys on break!"
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Post by Murray Jay Suskind on Mar 13, 2007 14:31:10 GMT -5
Murray came to with a not-so-fresh orange sitting next to him. He asked someone where the cafeteria was and arrived to see Lachryma literally dragging someone along with her. Murray laughed and asked, "Does he have kiwis or something?"
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Post by Lachryma on Mar 13, 2007 18:31:46 GMT -5
Lachryma ignores Ivan and Murray.
"Come along, wouldn't want brave defender immobilized during big attack."
She finally picks up the guy and puts him over her shoulder. She jogs through the hallways.
"I learn this in Chechnya. Is lovely, no?" She arrives in the waiting room.
She carefully sets the random guy on one of the makeshift beds.
"Okay, first I bind up chest to set rib. Then I give you pills to protect you from infection. You is able to work hard in few days, less if emergency happens." She brushes off his protests.
"Stop crying, is not big deal."
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