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Quinn touched him first, and Shiloh spun around, momentarily forgetting about Lucky. After all, the further the madness crept, the less it was about one singular person and more that all of them were trying to stop him. Their words barely registered, it was all nonsense, it sounded far away and besides that, he had no intention of listening to it anyway. All he knew was that he wanted to attack them, he wanted to feel the breaking of their flesh between his teeth - he was hungry, and not for pie.

That was the only thought running through his brain as Ian threw his arms around him and he clawed at his fiance, like an animal, without reason.

The sudden sting in his ear only seemed to fuel his anger, and he snarled.

A particularly broken, angry infected Hunter, attempted to attack Gale, tripped on its own broken leg, rose, and attempted to reach him again.

It was Mark.

[ Finn- Courtyard ]

No seriously this was bullshit.

He watched Ian leave through eyes that hurt, his head pounding, his irritation with this entire situation rising. He then turned his attention back to Ripley, who was still running away, calling to somebody, looking absolutely terrified because of course that's exactly the kind of infection Ripley would get. Not aggression, no, just this ******** paranoia crap that made him act like a ******** idiot.

Not that Finn could really judge, since he himself had gone cannibalistic rage fueled nightmare on more than one occasion himself now.

Details.

The thought of catching up to Ripley and maybe punching him in the face a few times was more appealing now than it had been before, at least, so he attempted to follow, pushing past sick hunters, somehow avoiding the ones gone rabid, stalking his idiot partner with every last ounce of strength he could muster.

Until, suddenly, his stomach lurched, and he found himself instantaneously on his hands and knee's, retching up whatever he'd had the night before (lets be real, it was mostly whiskey). He felt dizzier than ever, and his vision went black for a moment. He was only lucky that he didn't fall forward into the pile of his own vomit in front of him.

It was just an instant of darkness, however, and it was gone again. He still felt awful, like he was dying, in fact, and a myriad of feelings welled up inside of him. What was going on? Where was he? Everything hurt so ******** bad. His hands lifted up from the ground and pressed to either side of his head, his eye closed tight.

Something was coming after him. Something was tearing him apart....

He lurched to his feet, his face set in a snarl. They wouldn't get him. They wouldn't.

He reached up to swipe away the blood that had begun to spill from his nose, that which was under his eye, however, remained untouched.

And then he was moving again, this time without any real purpose. What he had set out to do to begin with was forgotten about. All around him were shapes, figures that would attack him if he didn't attack them first. His eye locked on one, standing alone, and that's who he lunged at first, snarling, animalistic, his fingers grabbing for the hunter, digging in, yanking on him, attempting to pull him in closer, his teeth bared.

Attacking: Lukas for 6!

Beach

The body struggled against Maebe, rearing up to backhand the girl when a sudden blast knocked it off and away.

It tried to get up, unable to stop. Not yet.


HP: 6
Target: Maebe

Otto swung again, a wide arc of air was all he hit as Shiloh lunged onto someone else.

<<......wow--->>

Dont you ******** say a word.

GALE - BEACH

He still had the rifle up, poised to take another shot at someone - but something collided with him, and Gale gave a shout of surprise, staggering under the weight. When he looked down, he could see -

"Mark, you git - " Gale bellowed, and promptly smacked him with the butt of his rifle, trying to get away.

beach

First it was Shiloh and Lucky, and Soon another familiar face showed into the fray. "Ian Something is wrong." He managed to growl softly, unsure where this rage in the pit of his stomach came from. The second he touched Shiloh, the pink haired man swung around and shoved him aside.

As he landed, waiting for the pain, only to feel nothing. His head felt stuffed with cotton, only a few words repeating themselves in his head. Legacy.

The gun shot snapped him out of it, reacting in any way a caged animal would. Kill the noise. Quinn soon moved without trying, and attacked Gale. If Mark was still there, well, the more the bloodier?

[ Courtyard - Lukas ]

Maybe Lukas should have been doing something more productive but -- he'd felt relatively safe within the circle of hunters, and everything had just seemed a bit futile. Attacking lead to infection and they were probably better off just holding the hoard back than actually engaging.

Even as he thought this, though, something caught him by the arm and drew him in closer. He made a sound, sharp and hoarse and quickly bitten-off, and turned to smack whoever it was firmly in the face.

Or, well, maybe more like lightly grazing the jaw, but maybe it was enough to keep the mindless ex-hurter from getting his teeth into him.

COUNTER: 27
HP: 34/40
DMG: ....1