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[ Dorms ]

Now that he was bleeding out of numerous cuts and bruises, he needed to take a breather, fishing the bandages out of his pocket.

[ Dorms ]

The vines now cut into the bandages, and Jason had the strange feeling that he had to go somewhere. On top of the desperate need to escape the zombies.

[ Courtyard ]

Just after she very kindly halved an attacking hunter's green eye infection by shoving her scissors into their eye socket, Mimsy began to hear Lucky's protests. Pausing her efforts, she dropped her hands down to her sides and gave him a look that clearly expressed 'you must be joking'.

"Well--I am serious, and you did survive. Bones heal, even in humans, and you know better than to presume that someone is worthless to me if they are incapable of fighting." The incredulous look only intensified at this point. "And if you assign no value to yourself, then you are allowing others to determine your worth on your behalf. I have learned this. As such, I must insist that you are worth this. You cannot dictate that I must value you less than I do."

She was admonishing him by waggling the scissors in his direction, though it seemed less of a threat and more like she'd forgotten they were not an actual extension of her fingers.

"If I maintained that I did not deserve companionship or family or love, I would have none of this. The result of a poor decision is that you made a poor decision - not that you do not deserve the opportunity to avoid making that mistake again. Not that you do not deserve to live."

Right in the midst of an outbreak was undoubtedly the best place to cover this, evidenced by the fact that she was continually pushing advancing infected hunters away from her as she spoke to him. It seemed to finally occur to her that some things were best left unsaid at the moment, and she briefly stared at Robert and Peter before continuing.

"The circumstances of his adoption may be better addressed at another time," she said, a hush falling over her. "However, it was granted by our superior, and a method is being employed to retain his humanity. He would be perfectly safe, if not for this."


Virus Counter: 1
HP: 56

[ Dormitories - Zeke ]
If Zeke heard the pounding he didn't respond to it. He was concerned with getting himself and Ever out of there, somewhere safe, and he only stopped when the blonde did, making a small, urgent noise at the back of his throat. The protest that would have followed never made it out. Vines surged around them, closing in, and Zekehad time for a curse before jerking back, twisting to avoid an encroaching bramble.

Quick, but large, the Mist felt the bite of thorns at his aides as he lunged for a quickly disappearing opening in the writhing vines. They dug through his coat, tearing at his exposed arms, lashing his face.

He was bleeding when he made it through, chest heaving. What had been faint early crashed over him now with enough force it nearly dropped him to the floor. The room spun, his skin burned with the fever, and his head felt like it was going to split. But there wasn't time to stop and catch his breath. He reached for Ever's shoulder, pushing him back around towards the exit, and managed a croaked command as shoved, getting them both moving. "Go!"

HP: 40
Counter: 13

(Rolling a bunch to make it easier on my phone)

Where was Sam takig Lucky? He winced as the copter took off, shielding his eyes with an arm. Looking up, he looked on in horror as the man fell from a great height and into the vines. Otto would have loved to help, however..

His phone was buzzing. Priorities, you see.

Next Time, read the text. And then once again, his phone was out of commission.

And then? The world began to end. Otto flinched as hunters zoomed out from the vines and attacked like rabid monsters. He still had no weapon, and his sickle proved useless as a limping, green eyed figure lunged at him. Otto jumped back, nearly tripping down the stairs. He rolled off to the side, wincing as pain shot through him. Pain, and Oh God why was his head still hurting?

[Dormitories]

Sherry blinked the great gold serpent left, the sense of a great weight being lifted filling the space in her mind as it left. The ability to command, it had said. Command the truth from the false. Sherry looked down at the gold ring again. No, no weight had been lifted. It simply didn't press so hard against her mind. But she had been given a gift, she knew, a responsibility.

She shook her head, trying to clear it. Things seemed strange. And suddenly she was struck by how very empty she was. No dragons in her head. It was too bad, really. Armagnac's opinion on the gold serpent would have been nice.

By the time Sherry shook herself out of her daze enough to to actually turn towards Mimi again, the vines were pressing in. She would have to worry about the ring later. For now- Sherry tugged at the ring, intending to pocket it. It seemed stuck fast. Too small, maybe. Oh well, that meant it wouldn't' get lost.

"Mimi," she said, pushing thoughts of dragons and rings too the side long enough to focus on what was going on around her, "be careful. We need to get out of here."

She grabbed the trainee and started trying to move. The vines were having none of it.

[Dormitories]

She couldn't just give up, though. She had to keep trying, had to keep pushing through the vines. "Come on, Mimi! We can do this!"

It was much easier said than done. Especially with her head as foggy is it was.