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Since he was in such a state that left him having to limp and weakly make his way along, Gillian thought it only logical to take a less strenuous task on. Something that wouldn't require too much running around, or hurried work. There was no time to tend to the digging bullet in his leg, either... so he'd just have to deal with it. Luckily he knew it wasn't too serious, just annoying, if anything. If he could get the supplies to extract and sew it up, he'd be able to sort it out in no time!
But for now... the task of gathering materials from a nearby vacant building; Staples.
Like anywhere now, the place was chilling, and eerie, providing no sense of comfort or rest for the weary survivor. One had to remain vigilent, ready at any moment for... anything that could kill or harm you. And in his weakened state, Gillian was in no mood for nonsense more than the norm. Hobbling slowly along, his eyes scanned around every section that were in their line of sight, taking in all he could. But they gave an immediate pause when something instantly pulled them in. A half eaten body.. decaying... a putrid rotting stench oozing... against his will, his body activated its gag reflex, making his eyes widen slightly with shock, and head turn a little with a hand raising in case he did indeed upchuck.
Not the squeamish type... it was strange for him to react that way to such a sight. Especially considering his career. But with another glance back, he noticed the stirring eyes. He needed to move on....
Just a little further on, a dimmed shine catches his eyes, making him pause, and adjust his course slightly. Bending down, he touches the cool metal of a few littered coins. Hm... they could have a purpose probably... Collecting them, he pocketed the bunch into one of his lab coats deep pockets.
As he heads down an aisle, looking along the empty, damaged shelves, his heart jumps a little when he starts to see movement up ahead, just diagonal of the end of the aisle. Something... someone..? was moving. Pushing himself against the side of the aisle as flush as possible, his eyes kept trained on the moving figure. An undying.... Watching it intensely, he doesn't move, and shallows his breathing, waiting for it to pass. He would be a fool to try fighting it like this...
Once the creature moved along, to the point that it was out of sight, and hearing range, Gillian carefully crept out, and moved with even more caution, keeping even more elated alert wise. An empty booze bottle was discovered along the way back towards the entrance to leave, which he figured he might as well pick up. It could be used for a container of some kind...
Carefully making his way back to the safety of the Harbingers home, he provided his gathered materials and what he'd seen there to one of the bandits. There. Task done.
OOC
Character's name: Gillian Silverstein
Character's faction: University
Character's journal link: journal
Character's survival stats: View]stats
BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Lean, moderate height, long mussed wavy hair, glasses, no nonsense, analytical, intelligent, responsible, strong-willed, blunt, scientist, medic.
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