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[courtyard- Horace]

Finally, Lucky fell off of Horace's back. For some moments, all he could do was try to catch his breath. Everything seemed to hurt even more than usual. He had been (and remained) rather oblivious to the people surrounding him. Horace slanted his eyes over to Lucky. Oh, great.

"Jan, he's unconscious, stop!" He coughed painfully and his hand circled around Jan's arm trying to gently disentangle the two men.

[DORMS]
It was not difficult to stop a one-handed man from choking someone. It took a lot of complicated use of the crook of his elbow just to maintain it.

He relinquished Lucky with what seemed like minor irritation, turning his gaze on Horace for a second with icy intent before stepping back.

"For how long?" he said blankly.

courtyard

Evan glanced towards the dorms, alarmed. Those vines had covered everything, and if Milo had been able to get out and Noemi hadn't...it didn't bear considering. "Yeah, we do," Evan agreed, "but there's not much we can do against an army of angry zombies without our weapons."

For a moment, Nora almost looked like one of those zombies, battered and angry as she was. Evan met her halfway, frowning at her in concern. "I've got him," he said, relieving Nora of her burden. If Tommy had looked bad before, now he looked like death warmed over.

"We need to get him inside," Evan told Milo and Nora. "He's an easy target in here. We'll go inside, find what survivors we can, find a position inside to hold and fortify. We can come back out and look for the wounded once we know we have somewhere safe to bring them."

CHANCE - BEACH

Otto's eyes were blue. A little blurred around the edges, maybe a little swollen from crying, but still blue, the same blue that Chance had grown used to seeing all this time. He kept Otto's hand against his chest, letting him feel the steady beat of his heart, however quiet it was.

"I'm okay," he said, and he meant it. "I'm...alive. We'll get...Maebe to safety, okay? We'll get her...fixed up, okay? Things ******** up right now...but we'll figure it out."

[ BEACH ]

When the dagger went into her leg, she was too painful but she immediately pulled it out, ignore the bloods gushed out. "Ah, that's what you wanted? Greeting a friend like that, awesome." They were given any time as someone interrupted. Holding the dagger, she moved back from the men in fight but noted with vengeance. That would be pay-back time, but not that moment. Horace - How dare you jump in.

She left, despite of the fights that started everywhere. Even though she was aggressive, she was good at hiding it. Instead, she checked her wounds and thought calmly - looking at the Chaos the Queen created. It was the best chance to hurt herself, the best excuse to destroy everything. She turned the dagger into a position she would hold it with the greatest force applied and stabbed the dagger into the wound again.

She wondered how long can she do it before someone stopped her or she dead, among all, she hated herself the most.

[ Courtyard ]

Well, damn, those two looked terrible - though, this could be applied to so many others, but they were elsewhere. Nora and Tommy were right there, with Evan giving support to the latter. And making a really good point. Milo glanced back at the courtyard where others seemed wounded and laying on the ground. (It was tempting to stay behind and help them, but again.. Evan had a point and seemed ot have a plan which he was lacking at the moment). "First floor lounge seems like a good idea, ya?" Nice big space, maybe they could get to some supplies.

"Ya need some help gettin' there, wahine?" He turned to Nora, offering a hand just in case.

[ horace ]

There was about a minute where Lucky was well and truly unconscious, no longer attempting to choke the life out of Horace, before he came to again, coughing and gasping for air when Lawrence finally let go of his throat. He looked confused, disoriented, and distinctively green-eyed again.

He didn't know where he was.

But it was coming back to him pretty quickly. Buried in the hazy red dreamlike state he'd been in, was the realization that the half-dressed guy above him had been trying to rescue him. And that everyone else had been trying to rescue the half-dressed guy from him.

Everything hurt.

"Oh my god," he croaked painfully. Even his voice was broken. Everything was broken. He was bleeding again and there was nothing left to staunch it and it just felt cold, he felt cold, he felt tired. His eyes rolled around and saw nothing but unfamiliar, unfriendly faces. There was still a sense of dread that hung over seemingly the entire island. It was oppressive. "What- what did I -"

His one still good hand opened and closed around nothing. Moved, in a sluggish sweep, to rest brokenly on Horace's neon-colored sneakers. He knew what he did.

"I didn't -" He was still wheezing and talking and seemed to be addressing all of them at once. It was an effort to stay conscious, but he didn't want them to think he had - not again - "I didn't mean to - I'm sorry - I didn't -"

[ BEACH ]

More bloods went out, they covered her skin and dripped down the ground, but she didn't stop. It seemed to be the right thing to do, because she hated her. She born for no good, she was a baby, she always asked for someone's companion. She hated her, gritting her teeth, she pulled the dagger out, bringing some tissues out and pushed back into the same position.

Because of the infection, she forgot the promises she made. Only the thought of destruction left, furious flames to kill oneself. She wasn't the first one she killed but should be the last one.