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[ COURTYARD ]



The boredom didn't last long luckily, the vines slowly crawled back from where they were or simply dissipated, providing free passages to different places. She blinked to confirm if her vision was affected, the assailants jolted, didn't lunge towards the survivor group anymore. Instead, like beckoned, they all slowly headed to the shore. "Oh~" Sounds like something interesting, she followed at the back of the green-eye mass, holding her dagger to avoid any sudden attacks.

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The beach was peaceful, besides tones of infected people tried to swarm someone, the crowd blocked the figure and she could only saw they being pushed backward. She wasn't interested and decided to skimmed for familiar faces. Besides the hunters trying to drown themselves, it was quite a funny scene, she also spotted someone that made her squinted her eyes.

It was a location not the main middle area of the beach but slightly to the left, not infected took note of her, so she squatted next to the body. "Are you dead yet?" Smiling innocently, she stabbed the dagger lightly on the back of his hand exposed, enough to create a tiny sting. His back was smeared with footprints, she wondered if he got stepped on like a carpet.

Long time no see, Lucky.

Radley - COURTYARD

There. There was someone else. They looked about as bad as she felt.

"Hey... are... are you feeling this too?" Radley stumbled and caught herself, an arm outstretched as she leaned against the wall, glad that she had wiped her face just moments before.

She felt so lost, but she wanted to know what was going on. Would this person know? Would anyone know?

Radley wished that she had Eilissandra to talk to. The Spidren weapon may have been a bit harsh, but she had always been there for Radley whenever she needed someone - or something - to talk to.

[Beach (not a nudist beack :c) - Horace]

Horace had busied himself trying to keep infected hunters off of Rep and Oliver. Mainly Rep, as Oliver could atke careof himself, although he still possessed that 'protect me' look. But Rep had something that was working to help people, and he needed as much breathing room as Horace could squeeze for him. Someone shoved past him and Horace almost dismissed it as just another infected, but that shock of purle hair was familiar.

"Tommy!" he called out, catching the man around the arm. Something was off about the other hunter, his eyes were wild, his breathing hard. Horace cursed. "Oliver, give me a hand, ok?" With the other man's help, Horace could fling Tommy rather forcefully at Rep, Rep could bonk him with whatever stonething was doing that magic, and everything would be ok. With Oliver, in place, he grabbed Tommy tighter and heaved.

"Rep! Incoming!"

CHANCE - > BEACH

For a moment, he almost thought that Otto was about to go the same way that Maebe had; but then he seemed to lapse into a state of brief unconsciousness before his flickered back into focus, and Chance's shoulders relaxed somewhat.

"Maebe's alive," he said reassuringly, casting a glance over to where she was. "She's with Dawson and that other girl. I'm not so sure about how she's feeling mentally, and the same with you, but she seems to have been brought about to her senses by whatever Rep had that helped you too."

Chance leaned back on his heels, crouched beside Otto. "Both of you are alive and kicking," he said, one hand pressed into the sand to keep his balance, still feeling a little dizzy. His other arm was draped over his knees, hand tucked out of sight. "We've gotta get you taken care of, though, she bit you pretty good and not in the fun way."






IAN - BEACH

Wedding thoughts were nice; a good distraction from the chaos that was currently still reigning around them, though it seemed to be ebbing away, just the smallest. People were coming back to themselves, and Ian breathed in slowly before exhaling a long breath.

"I like the idea of a big cake and small wedding," he said with a weak smile, resting his forehead against Shiloh's and letting his eyes flicker temporarily shut. "Delicious food and good people - well, semi-good, we'll see if I still let Jack and Finn in, Ripley and Quinn are fine and dandy, mostly."

The tying of the bandanna around his arm made him wince, Ian hissing out a small breath of pain, but it was better bound than unbound, and he appreciated Shiloh's attention to detail. "I'm really okay," he said with a smile, trying to reassure his fiance. "Seriously. Don't fret, darling, I'll be just good after I get a lot of sleep and a decent drink after all this is over."

He gave a small snort of laughter. "I would argue, but that would take too much effort. But I can walk, don't worry. I'll be okay."

beach

Sassy Maebe he could deal with. Sassy Maebe meant a little closer to normal.

"Welp, we live through this, I know what we gonna do then," Dawson said amicably. And then, rather abruptly, he pulled both girls into a giant bear hug, because it hadn't been made clear yet just how relieved he was that they were both alive and well. Ish.

[ Daycare Wonderland -> Beach ]

Alice considered herself more of a sister.

A sister. To their child.

For a moment, she could only look at Robert, very much channeling the deer-in-the-headlights approach to staring. Her mouth opened, then closed, and opened again, as though she intended to say something, but her mind failed to connect with the rest of her body.

The first sound she made sounded a bit like a squeak of delight, just before she reached up and placed her hands on either side of Robert's face.

"Robert," she whispered, leaning in close. "Our first child was a girl, just as I anticipated, and she is named Alice."

Her eyes took on an appearance that seemed to indicate that she understood the workings of the multiverse, the answer to so many important questions, all of which were flooding into her at once.

"We have birthed the most impossible thing."

[Courtyard]

The pile of zombies was an excellent and acceptable target for his sense of aggression, and Jordan started grabbing and hauling bodies off the pile.

HP: 41/60
Virus counter: 35
Runics: Bandages

Robert's face was stuck in a permanent oh shape, frozen just outside of the door as he let all that sink in. He turned to Mimsy, finally finding his voice again, to eloquently express his concern.

"Wait wha."