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6. Dislocated shoulder. Entire shoulder area is inflamed while trying to reset it. Cannot move arm.
Probably wasn't a good idea to listen in on those guys. Like yeah sounded like a brilliant idea at the time. Being able to kick those infected's butts would be super great - and a huge advantage on top of that. But the only problem with wanted to get that advantage? Having to get through Zone ONE and meet the Harbringers.
When she had gotten there, everyone from different fractions seemed to be there. There were crowds of people just trying to get in so they could get the secret weapons.
But there was a shot. The crowd quickly backed up, and separated into their own fractions. Yet another shot was fired. More and more were shot. Then there was a boom. Grenades began to be thrown into the crowd. Dirt was flying. Concrete pieces were getting into peoples hair. This wasn't going so well. When she tried to make a break for it a grenade exploded in the direction she was going in, throwing her backwards and into the ground. She felt a sharp pain from falling on her shoulder. She cringes in pain, but she had to get out of there. Or at most survive the area.
She helped a few people with her free arm, dragging them into cover (with herself included). Eventually everything stops, but one thing is for sure - her shoulder hurts like a B.
But now there is another problem - they got to please the Harbringers. The problem? Only one of the Four fractions will get them. And for sure our fractions needs it the most. And she wasn't planning on sitting around while other factions were getting closer. She needed it. She needed to survive.
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Character's name: Dahlia Ann Burton Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Link to journal here Character's survival stats: Dahlia Ann BurtonView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERAverage height (5'5ft), 125lbs, Black curly hair with streaks of greens and blues blended in, bangs, green eyes, light freckles on her face, small figure/slim figure, size 32A, foot size 7 & 1/2 narrow, scars on her hips and thighs. Prefers to wear plaid, leather, and boots. Not exactly strong, but strong enough to take care of herself (or smart enough to figure away around it). CURRENTLY HAS A DISLOCATED SHOULDER SO SHE CANNOT MOVE IT.
The rumor of something being able to kill the infected had reached her ears. And like so many of her faction, and what seemed to be other groups of survivors, were all heading for the bandits. Were these the ones she had fought the day before? The very ones that had nearly killed one of the people she had spent the last month with? At the first sound of bullets firing it wasn't hard for Ritsa to section herself with the rest of the people she knew. The mall rats.
There were shouts exchanged about something and before Ritsa could ask anyone near her what had been said a loud banging sound filled her ears. She was being knocked back, unable to dodge the flying debris of asphalt as it collided rather painfully into her chest. This pain was a new experience, and she could only guess from the strange shifting in her chest and the greater pain that followed as she landed that something in her chest had cracked.
Wanting to cry out in pain Ritsa quickly stifled her outcry. The breath escaping her caused to much pain. Groaning as she refused to move for the first little while Ritsa moved her arm across her chest as if the action of holding her injury would help her move better. Her breathing was staggered, and often came out in very quick short breaths. Cracked ribs no doubt. Ritsa thought to herself. This would take far to long to heal, but at least they weren't broken. Broken ones could puncture a lung or cause serious internal bleeding. She would be dead for sure if that had happened. Swallowing the bile against her pain Ritsa struggled to move. Feeling scattered from the people around her she tried to push to her feet.
Her movements were slow, hampered by her pain and the shouts and cries of everyone around her. The sound of a wail in the background didn't seem to come from someone human. The very sound sent horrific chills up her spine and made her look up. What was happening?
Waiting was the hardest part, she couldn't move as quickly through the crowd as she wanted and wasn't as able to see familiar faces. Probably due to the extra dirt added and the blood from the explosion.
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Character's name: Ritsa Tiblon Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: GO Ritsa TiblonView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Slender build, Auburn hair that has been tied back into two separate braids reaching down to her hips. And blue eyes. She stands about 5'1''.
Why in the hell that was now Delta city had Shaun left the prison? He bemoaned this fact even as he somehow found himself alive at the end of the altercation – alive and whole and very much not out of the running permanently.
He supposed it had been because he wanted to go and see what was outside, and when the faction emerged to see what was up with that special weapon they had heard about, he hadn't been able to help himself.
Damn his catlike curiousity along with his... other catlike traits. He winced and rubbed at the sore and swelling spot around his eye. At least, he figured, he'd managed to dodge the worst of it, right? He was lucky to get away with just a black eye, what with all the... gunfire.
Well, time to check on his friends and see if they were all right... and then to see what he could scrounge up out here... since he was out here in the first place.
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Character's name: Shaun Sawyer Character's faction: Prison Character's Rank: Recruit Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Pale white skin with freckles, pale blonde hair and blue eyes – Shaun looks like a young, handsome, somewhat washed out young man. His face was rounder in his childhood, and elongated with puberty, but he still looks like the imp that he is and was, and his body is lean but muscular and very flexible.
Shaun is mischevious, easygoing, and very friendly but he's also a little reckless by nature, especially when showing off his acrobatics. He needs people and does not do well alone, so he makes a great teammate and will be as helpful as possible, but ultimately he is out for himself.
4. Arm fracture. Up to you if bullet wound or blunt damage. Done to primary arm. May be unable pick up objects easily.
They hadn't left the University in over a month and he had the mindset it would remain that way, but a new area had the promise of security and the threat of possibly being overtaken if something was going to fall into the opposing hands. It forced them out, pushing on their desires to remain where they were, and as usual, they stuck to their school motto. To stay in a group and to be successful.
They had left in a nervous heard, or else maybe it was just him sweating through his thin dress shirt into his uniform jersey, and he walked out of the walls they had kept up along with everyone. It all felt too open, and he shuddered at how much space was all around them and how much was between them and home.
The other area was new to him, and he tried to rearrange his map of the past of where this all was, but he was left with too many thoughts and thin nerves to try to take a skip down memory lane.
Instead, he moved with them, and they were given only one chance. There would only be one weapon, and that meant they all head to work hard to bribe their way to save lives.
But like all things, chaos broke out. There were too many of them out in the open and the hunters could seek them out a mile away. They didn't shamble or smell like them, and they stood out in the open field. Gunfire and grenades blasted all around him, and he was soon jostled and pushed away. In the rush of bodies, he was thrown down and soon ran over, sneakers and boots slamming into his body and he heard a distinct cracking as his arm shot with hot pain.
The world went in and out, black and then fire bright, screaming and silence and screaming again, until he felt someone drag him up, another jersy, and he was back on his feet to look up. He slowly followed them, holding his arm, tasting dirt and blood in his mouth, and tried to get back to some semblance of cover.
9. Blood loss. Blood loss from wounds. Fatigue, dizziness, difficulty carrying out actions.
Candice had really just wanted to get out of the prison. Her lack of a weapon was unsettling but the promise of a potential weapon and one-up over the other factions was something she wouldn't pass up.
Candice could deal with thugs, and even her lack of a weapon didn't shake her up as much as it probably should have, but the all out war this turned out to be was beyond her experience level. The gun war was enough to freak her out but when the grenades were lobbed and she felt herself flying back she found she couldn't even process it all. This was a stupid idea and she was stupid for going out. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Candice felt pain and couldn't seem to find a focal point for the noise and her thoughts, she was swimming in the confusion it was so heavy. She struggled against whatever held her, cutting herself further against the barbed wire that had been wrapped around the fence. Once her ears started to clear up and the sounds of battle returned she began to pull herself free, bleeding from dozens of deep cuts. She needed cover. Needed to find somewhere to recover her senses and think.
She bit her tongue to stop herself from crying out as she completely pulled away form the barbed fence and forward into the chaos, causing more damage to herself. She found a mostly solid concrete wall and turned the corner of it, nearly throwing herself against it. There was another man there, his face pained as he gripped his arm which was hanging awkwardly to his side. As Candice stood her full height patches of blood remained on the wall.
"Is it broken?" She asked, her words were shaky.
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Character's name: Candice Wolf Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: Candice Wolf Go BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Short and stout corrections officer. Pixie-cut curly blonde hair and green eyes.
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[blood loss - fatigue, dizziness, difficulty carrying out actions]
Ruia was lamenting never having really joined any clubs or organisations at the school, not recognising very many of her fellow students from the university. Still, though, she kept close to them, keeping her jersey wrapped around herself, both as a form of protection against the hordes of others and against her own fear. She still didn't have a weapon of any sort, a fact she was acutely hyperaware of as the sounds of fighting surged around her.
So, she ran, looking for something, anything that could be used to defend herself or the others. This left her no time to seek cover, unfortunately, when there was a clatter nearby. Ruia had just enough time to look over, freezing instinctively in place, before that area quite literally exploded. She felt debris tear into her clothing and skin, reacting just in time to prevent catastrophic damage by covering her head and face.
Ruia stayed crouched for an indeterminate amount of time that, in reality, was likely only a few moments. Regaining awareness by realising that there was a ragged, hoarse gasping noise very close by, she cracked open her eyes. A sharp hiss had her clenching them shut, wiping away at the blood that had flowed into them from a gash on her forehead. She could hear that hoarse sound still, however, and risked another look, frankly terrified of whatever might be making it nearby her.
However, she didn't see anything. At least, not anything immediately nearby. That was when she realised she was the one making the sound, suddenly very aware of her own ragged breathing. Ruia got shakily to her feet. The world around her swam and she had to stop and shake her head--something she regretted doing as it really only made her dizziness worse. The cut on her forehead wasn't the only injury she'd sustained. Debris from the explosion had lacerated whatever exposed skin was available, and she found herself glad she'd been wearing the jersey. It was certainly worse for the wear, now, the 26 obscured and shredded, but it had kept her arms and torso from being turned into hamburger. There was no way her t-shirt would've been any help.
As she moved to catch up with the other university people, she stared mournfully down at her hands They had, of course, been unprotected during the blast. She pulled the sleeves of the jersey down a bit over them, holding the edges of the sleeves inside-out with her fingers. She didn't have any bandages, so the jersey sleeves were her best bet at this point to keep as much as possible from getting into her wounds.
Oh, but she was so tired...
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Character's name: Ruia Abreu Character's faction: University - jersey 26 Character's journal link: [x] Character's survival stats: [x] BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: She's of average height and build, with shoulder-length curly brown hair, brown skin, and reddish eyes.
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Mike came to this place for the same reason everyone else started to show up here. He too heard the news about the secret weapon that was supposed to be here. One that could actually kill those creeps and not make them come back again later. This was something they all needed. But this didn't seem to be a place to enter easily. The bandit guards looked serious and also very dangerous. It looked like the weren't going to just let everyone get close and they most definitely not letting anyone into "zone 1".
He now also noticed the snipers and wasn't sure if it was save standing here and then everything turned into chaos. Bullets flying, people screaming and it wasn't just normal people standing there either as both the undying and infected are being attracted by all the happenings. Mike heard someone shout "regroup" but because of the chaos he completely missed which of the leaders was saying so. His own faction leader maybe? He started to find others he knew but had no luck. There were too many people around. While searching he tripped over something big and fel with his face to the ground. It really really hurt!
He struggled back to his feet looking where he had landed. It looked like bricks but he wasn't quite sure. His jaw hurts alot now so he was sure it was broken which would make it very difficult to move it to talk. He also bit his tongue which was bleeding and also starting to swell he really didn't need this! But it already happened so he had to deal with it. When his faction lead returned and spoke to them he listened very carefully. He now knew what he had to do. He had to make sure this faction, his own faction, should get the weapons. He had to help out the bandits and his broken jaw wasn't going to stop him from trying. He now had to find out what could do best.
But before he left he first checked around to see if anyone injured needed help. He was doing fine himself. He couldn't talk and it hurt alot still and he also hated the swollen tongue but he saw people who had worse injuries so he was fine. As he couldn't speak right now he waved to people nodding if they needed help hoping they would understand him. This was probably going to be difficult.
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Character's name: Mike Smithson Character's faction: 4 - The Mall Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: #99 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER He is average in appearance in build, length and posture. He has brown short hair, a white rather pale skin color and blueish/grey eyes. He wears black jeans and a white/light blue long sleeve shirt with buttons.
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Light concussion from blunt weapon to head. Suffers from dizziness, vertigo, blurred vision, and minor cognitive impairment. May induce vomiting.
She'd gathered with the others, lured in by the rumours. If they could kill the undying - really kill them, for good, that would be a great advantage in the ongoing fight for survival. Hell, it might be the beginning of sorting things out properly.
So she'd gone, and yes, she'd gotten nervous at the sight of the snipers. Couldn't help it, really - who wouldn't be nervous when unarmed and confronted with snipers? But this was important and so she'd steeled her nerves, made sure to stay with people she recognized from her faction - and then all hell had broken loose.
She remembered the fighting, loosely; snatches of it, at least. The feeling of her heart pounding in her chest, the indecipherable shouts and the absolute chaos of it - then the feeling of something blunt smashing into her skull and then for a while she remembered mostly the pain.
By the time it had cleared up well enough for her to focus on something other than the sensation of something hammering on her skull, the undying had wandered away and a truce had been called. Someone helped her to her feet and swaying, she went to rejoin the others from the Prison.
And then there was the Boss' words, their new objective. Do things for the Harbingers, get stuff in return. It seemed a bit farfetched that she'd be able to be of much of any help with the way she kept wobbling on her feet.
But even the smallest effort here could tip them in the lead. Sylvi nodded affirmatively to their new orders, attempting to hold in the vomit. Christ, this was going to be tough.
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Character's name: Sylvi Ravnholt Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: Stats BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Toned and athletic without being super buff, 177cm tall, wider than average hips, small to medium boobs. More bottom heavy than top heavy. reference
Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2015 9:54 am
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Greta looked up at her name being called. Monica, even in the crowd, Greta knew it was the younger woman who would be looking for her. She couldn't smile because of her jaw but she was glad the other woman was alive. She nudged her way past the people who stood between them before giving Monica a quick once over. She shook her head, just slightly, the only answer she could give to Monica's question. She had a hand to her jaw, but the tears that had sprung unbidden earlier were mostly dry now. While her jaw was broken, she was sure she could set it later--she just needed a mirror. The bleeding was slow and sluggish, more pain than any mortal danger.
Monica on the other hand was cut up quite badly. Greta felt that the other woman's wounds were of greater concern than her own and ventured to take her hand off her jaw so that she could pull her knife out (she had stashed it away and failed to draw it during the actual fight). The shirt she was wearing was rather loose and long so it didn't matter much to lose some of it. She cut carefully with the knife before using the fabric's natural give to tear even strips off.
She gestured at the worst of Monica's wounds. They needed to be bandaged.
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Character's name: Great Dean Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Tall, bony, middle-aged with graying hair. She doesn't cut a particularly interesting or powerful figure. Her face is lined and soft. Her eye unremarkable. Soft spoken, dutiful, and obedient. She takes orders and takes them well.
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Someone approached, and for a moment, Michael looked to the side warily, not sure if it was a friend or foe. He didn't recognize the woman, but he soon realized that she was bleeding. She must have been caught up in the crossfire as well.
"Y-yeah... I think so. It hurts. A lot," he winced before looking her over.
"...Does that look worse than it is?" he asked, referring to her own injuries.
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Character's name: Michael Kidman Character's faction: Apartments Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: GO #34 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Brown hair, green eyes. He stands at 5'11.
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[ Dislocated shoulder. Entire shoulder area is inflamed while trying to reset it. Cannot move arm. ]
News of a secret weapon had spread like wildfire. So much so that Matilda was only mildly surprised to find her faction wasn't the only one coming to investigate the rumor. Such a large crowd brought an equal amount of foreboding. Her fears were soon confirmed as shots began ringing out and people began to panic from the combination of gunfire, infected, and undying.
In the tumult, Matilda was unprepared for the push to her back, sending her crashing to the ground. Letting out a cry as her right shoulder impacted the pavement, she looked up to identify her attacker. It was impossible, too many people were crowded together for her to accurately gauge the situation. One things was certain, though: No one was paying attention to what was under them, so being on the ground was the most dangerous place.
Pulling herself up, the woman clutched her injured shoulder and made her attempts to move with the crowd towards the wall. She wasn't able to get far before shots landed in front of her, one piercing a boy's leg and sending him to the ground in a spray of blood.
Kneeling down, she grimaced at how the boy looked no older than twenty. Looking at the leg, Matilda knew there was no way her would be able to continue on his own, but there were still bullets raining down from overhead.
"You just have to remember that heroes die young."
Her guard duty mentor's words rang in her ears. Stopping would hinder her chances of making it...
She shook the idea from her head. What kind of teacher would she be to leave a young boy behind? She refused to become cold and heartless, even if it meant sticking her neck out. She could only pray that karma would repay her later.
Picking the boy's left arm up with her own, she wrapped it around the back of her neck and tried to stand. She winced when the boy's body leaned on her injured arm, letting out a grunt of discomfort. Still, she attempted to take a step forward. Good, he was still conscious enough to use his good leg for support.
Slowly, Matilda and the boy made their way to the wall. As they reached the wall, a deafening cry rang out and the bullets began targeting the retreating undying. Once they were gone, someone stepped past the wall with a white flag. They were safe.
Taking the boy to a spot where he could be treated, Matilda sat down nearby and inspected her own injury. It was now inflamed from the jostling of the crowd and the pressure from the boy's body. Remembering what she'd learned in a CPR/First Aid class, she pulled it close to her in a sling position. She had nothing to secure it with, but the position would do for the moment.
Whispers began to move through the crowd. The bandits... The Harbingers, were willing to work out a deal, but only with a single faction. Which meant they had to prove their worth to earn their trust.
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Character's name: Matilda Baer Character's faction: University Character's journal link:X Character's survival stats:View Jersey Number: 4 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 5"3', slim, short blonde curly hair, narrow green eyes, age 29, English Teacher. - Eloquent, hard-working, resourceful, and somewhat athletic. Also pessimistic, strict, emotional when stressed, and holds grudges.
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Character's name: Matilda Baer