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[Zeta Six is using Bandages on Himself]

He patted her a little as a show of affection. Truly he wasn't feeling up to showing more than that, but it was something for her at least, some sort of comfort that they all would probably not feel again during their stay. He backed from her slowly and took his seat back where he had fallen earlier. He allowed them to remain in their silence for now. They would make their move later, now was the time for rest.

His arms were hurting from the wrapping of the wounds. Looking at his roll of bandages he ripped one off, only to find a small purple band-aid hidden in the roll. He sighed and placed it over a cut on his arm. He didn't feel that much better, but it was more important to help the others now.

He walked to Zeta Nine.

((Rolled a 1))
Weapon being used: Bandages
Total damage to self: 0
Total healing to Himself: 1 HP
Total HP value left: 16 HP

[Zeta Six is using Bandages on Zeta Nine]

He sighed and bent down to her. She had caught some of the fire too, or at least he had assumed. He assessed her quickly and began to unravel his bandages. "Just hold still." His arms were still throbbing but he pressed on. Until they were somewhat healed he wouldn't be at ease.

He took a closer look at her charred suit and found a large patch of blood. Carefully he placed a hand on it and placed the bandage over it, grabbing some surgical tape and taping it back in place. It looked like a decent job, he was proud of it. Moving back he took a seat back where he had begun, just lying in wait. The beach was calming, but had already gone to s**t in his mind.

There was no good area to really set camps. Right now they all remained from each other, waiting for something to strike at them from the fog. Would anywhere else bode well? He sighed, they would need to keep moving to keep from something large finding them again. But would they be ready?

((Rolled a 5))
Weapon being used: Bandages
Total damage to self: 0
Total healing to Zeta Nine: 5 HP
Total HP value left: 16 HP

Zeta Seven watched with a lazy gaze as number six set out to his healing task, the scuffling of bandages easing his crews aches and pains. He felt the dull throb of his wounds pulsate with need for attention, the discomfort digging down into his bones and much as his uncertainty was plaguing his mind like a disease. Maybe Six could be qualified to proceed with a lobotomy on him?

Could he really get these people out of here safely? His body slumped in discomfort, the suit was feeling stuffy. It was as if the fog was seeping into his body suit, choking him from the inside out.

A group of many whittled down into a tiny platoon. with heaven knows how many other groups out there, waiting in the dense fog. Oh how sleep sounded so good right now, maybe Seven could wake up and found all this to be some silly dream.

[Alpha Eight is entering the thread]

He made his along the beach, walking without direction. Alpha Eight didn't take the time to examine the map properly when he first awoke and the other group had made sure to keep a tight hold on it before could properly examine it. He contemplated venturing off on his own, but without direction, this seemed fatal. For a few minutes, he felt sure that no matter which path he took, he would end up dieing alone. However, he soon noticed voices. Regular voices, not those of the crazy characters he met before. Listening in for a few minutes, he was sure of it. Possibly Zetas or Alphas that didn't follow the other group. He hoped anyway. Alpha Eight would have to play this just right. Words had sealed his fate last time. Best to keep his mouth shut for now. Yes, watch your words. That would be his new mantra.

"Excuse me, is anyone there? I don't mean any harm, just looking for others like me."

Alpha Eight's voice rang out amongst the fog. He hoped they were at least civil enough to hear him out. Still he kept a safe distance before coming into view. Never knew what to expect next on the island after all.

(apologies for not posting last night, certain situations in my household prevents me from spending much time on my PC at night, just temp, maybe for a week.)

Zeta Seven was lost in thought, mentally screaming and flailing over what the hell he was going to do like a headless chicken. He didn't even notice that Six was walking up to him ready to wrap him up like a mummy if necessary.
"Guess whose turn it is?"

He woke from his panicking to more panic from the creepy voice Six was using. "Eh, what? Oh, my turn already?" His body decided it was the right time to flare up in pain , cringing as he moved his burn scarred leg into a more comfortable position. "I suppose I could use some first aid if everyone's else is alright." He watched the bloke tend to his wound with band aids.

It was a hello kitty band aid. In a med kit. yeah. Thankfully no one could see him pale at the sight of the bright pink bandage. "Y'know, it helps, ya got anything else in there, maybe a shot of whiskey? Now THAT would set me right." He told him jokingly, giving his a light elbowing as he did his work. "Ok everybody lets gather up. We got go get moving soon and have to figure out where we are going and get moving ASAP." He had to try to lead and get them out here.

He picked up the gun from his holster, using the butt of the gun to draw a crude rough sketch of the map they had in the tent as he looked back up to them. "Ok, we have the Lighthouse, Town, or the Fields." he pointed to each one with his gun in case there was one who couldn't understand his chicken scratch drawings "I may be a leader, but I want to get your opinions on where we go, the sooner we can agree on a location, the faster we can mobilize, One, Nine and Ten." He poked Six in his side again, feeling the need to kid around with him. "You too Six."

He was ready to continue with what he thought about the locations, when there was a voice in the fog. Crap! was the enemy already upon us? he would have loved to get up and stand his ground, but he was currently floundering around on his a** while Six was tending to him.

So smooth Seven, so smooth. Screw that.
Zeta Seven pulled his gun cross hair sights trained on where the shadow was. "Come out from there and let us see who you are, are you alone?" Seven's voice barreled out to the mist, He'll shoot from the ground so be it if this guy attacks him.

A buzzing phone caught nine's attention. Flicking it out she found its congratulatory message. Huh. Congratulations for surviving a day. Not something she imagined ever having to hear.


Nine cast her eyes over the quickly drawn map in the sand, resembling the one back in the tent they had awaken in. Travelling actually seemed like a wise idea right now. If they stayed still for too long they would become sitting ducks: easy targets.

But where did they go? None of the locations sounded particulary safe and appealing.

She was about to voice her opinions on the matter when suddenly her ears focused onto a sound in the fog. A human voice. She watched as the others reacted to the voice and mimicked them in getting ready for action. She really hoped they were at least kind of friendly. Fighting was certainly not very high on her list of things to do.

"If I had whiskey I think I'd have already doused myself in it." Zeta Six replied back to Seven while watching the fog carefully. He glanced back at the suggestion of leaving, "Perhaps we'd get more answers where there are more buildings? The town could be good." His nerves were up as he glanced back to the sight of the emerging voice. Immediately his adrenaline shot up as he saw that color. Red.

It was an Alpha. Not one that Six could remember off the top of his head, but an Alpha none the less. He watched him carefully, blinking to memories of the scuffle they had watched with the Alpha's during the fight of the large Death Pony. He blinked at his words. Bandages? What if he was lying? There was a nagging at him as he could recall one of the Alphas using bandages at one point. What was his number? Alpha Eight.

He moved away from Seven and stared at the stranger. It wasn't one of the Alphas that had gotten involved, in fact, Zeta Six barely remembered him, but he was certain he didn't have a weapon. He looked back at Seven. "I think I remember this guy using bandages before. I doubt he'd really come into a group of five looking for trouble."

Deep in his mind Zeta Six was mulling over his thoughts. If they took him in it would be a group of six, 4 people with offensive weapons and two with bandages. That prospect made him feel better. If they could bandage each other up then they would last longer. But there was the group to consider.

He looked at Seven. "What do you think?" He had his own thoughts but felt Seven to be their given leader. He respected him and his decisions.