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Once the zombies began to fall to being what they should be (dead and not moving around), Blade let out a sigh of relief as the black fog began to lift. He was pretty tired from all the fighting, and he had a number of wounds on top of that.

Being able to see clearly all around once again, he slumped down to his knees and glanced over towards Marcia and Hugo.

"You guys alright over there?" he asked between breaths, "... and what the hell just happened exactly?"

Any ZOID that had been in a system freeze were still in unable to be piloted, but slowly they were coming back online. Starting with the ZOIDs that were not as deep in the fog.

Ander stirred a little with a grunt. The sand that was over his face shifted a little. When he tried to open his eyes sand nipped at them causing him to close them promptly once again. Most everything over the past couple of hours were a big haze. He remembered his good chi being broken... a White haired woman... than nothing but a big haze.

He heard Riot say something, what it was was beyond his level of consciousness. He sounded angry? Or maybe just putting on a show again...

Riot walked over to where he had left Ander. He was now covered mostly in sand. He had just made it over to him watching him stir, his face was noticably covered as well.

Finding a stray glass in the sands, he picked it up and moved over to a labeled keg for water. He flilled up the glass and started over to Ander.

"You alive buddy?" Riot spoke taking a knee next to Ander he raised the cup and spilled a little bit of half of it over his face and eyes.

Ander's eyes shot open as the water touched his skin and cleaned the sand from his face.
"SONOFABITCH!" He howled as he shot up right. The sand that was on his torso flew off. It was only than that all the pain from his wounds caught up with him.

"Ech..." He flopped back down to the sands. It was hard to move with those wires still connected to his arms an back.

"This is what happens when you break good morning chi boy...." He growled under his breath, finding it hard to talk. The burn on his arm and the claw marks on his neck reopened a little letting the warm red liquid trickle down his wounds. Did everyone get drunk? Or did he mediate to long again? (Which was almost as bad as being drunk...)

"move out?..." Ander grunted. It was so soon to be moving. Ander closed his eyes as he chuckled. "Fine... get me up when it is over."

He tried to move an arm to wave Riot away, but only managed to twitch it. All his limbs seemed much heavier than before, and the top of each limb stung as if being bitten by a small animal.

"w-" Ander nearly bit his tongue when Riot begun to pull on the chords. The wires that were pulled from his skin eked a think green-white liquid from the entry points.

He Growled, but didn't move. The wires snapped as they pulled from the skin. It sounded almost like velcro as it detached, only with more of a ripping sound.

Bandits ran back and forth the ruins of the once camp. Fallowing the orders of there leader. They all looked to know what to do right away.

None wasted time with the left corpse of the zombies, a few had been dared to be checked but nothing of value was on the decade bodies. Most didn't even bother with looking, because of the rotten stench.

Strangers that had just came to the party-drawn from the desert by the bonfire-raced to there Zoids. Looked for the quickes way to get out of the hellish sands and away from the now 'cursed group of thugs'

"You there!" A man called out as he sharply approched the party of three, who looked to be doing really nothing. one passed out.

They needed to move. Yes, crap just settled-but there was no use in hanging around here among the stench and bodies.

Tend to the wounded, pack up, look for something to do or get out.

"One more over here!" The scraggly man yelled sharply over his shoulder, "need a starch!"

Two men came quickly over with a long cloth-it was the best work of a stretcher they had at the moment-other wounded took up others.

"move aside-" One of the 'meds' briskly spoke though tired teeth, he didn't even bother to wait to be at Hugo's shoulders. With the help of the third bandit the boy was moved to the cloth. In seconds he was raised and started to be carried off.

"Are you two hurt?" The main asked looking sternly to the two unknowns.

Ander continued to grunt as the cord was pulled. The further down Riot got the worse the pain was, he nearly passed out again before Riot had stopped.
"-eh... " His eyes shut tight as he was laid back to the ground.

"... dammit... you see... what happens....." His voice trailed off into incomprehensible mumbles before he could finish the sentence.

His hand twitched as it came into contact with something small, metallic, and with a broken scrunched chain. It had been tossed over him during the whole ordeal... Though he was passed out at the time.

"..." However he couldn't find the strength to say anything about it. Hopefully Riot had learned his lesson in good chi.