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[Infected]

Shu was infected once again, everything among her became edible and non-edible, simple classification. Little zombie mind couldn't process complicated things like how a female zombie near her knocked out and then changed from non-edible to edible, like someone sprinkled magic powders on her. The drools dropped when the three foods moved, but the movement was too fast to catch. So with a delay of five seconds, her head moved with the two human.

Her clear amber yellow eyes was turbid without focus, hands dropped unnaturally strange on the two sides, only the eyes were moving with the foods around her. It was a super difficult situation this petite zombie was facing - the moment when you stand in front of a dessert counter, with all the sweet scent invading your nose, whispering "pick me".

For zombie, the taller one usually got the spotlight, like wearing a shiny crown/ tiara on their head to tell you they are tasty. Maybe the breathe and energy from all the movements, Shubie was attracted and slowly dragged herself after that two. Z was summoned again on her cold touching hand, but she had another difficulty when she couldn't lock their positions.

When she was ready to knock one down, they moved, just 3 seconds earlier.

Shubie was super confused and helpless.

"F....o.....o....d.....d...o...n'....t........r....u...n....."







HP: 20/ 20

Heidi frowned. "Evan, we can't just leave her." If he wouldn't do it then she would. Shrugging him off she drew the string of her bow back, letting the white arrow form itself before it was released. It sailed across the room with a banshee screech, hitting its target maybe a little too well.

Hp: 37/50
Target: Sasha
Damage done: 13

Sasha crumpled like a metric ******** of bricks.

Somewhere in the room, Lawrence would have applauded if he had two hands.

Heidi couldn't help but smile proudly. "Thanks. My dad taught me, used to take me hunting." She shrugged. No big, really. While Evan was distracted with Sasha, Heidi looked around to see who else was an issue.

( Arorangi #1 > Gale #1 > Alistaire #2 )


Arorangi had long since determined that life was too short to be anything other than positive and good natured about things, which was why he was the way he was. He let things into his heart easily, and if he was going to survive at Deus, the only way to do that would be to surround himself by good people, people that he liked, people he could care for.

Lydia and Oliver were definitely two of those people by now.

The former of the two let out a little cry of happiness as she too managed to get the first of her antiviruses connected, and Arorangi beamed a bright smile at her. "Good job!" he told her with a nod. "Now that the two of us have gotten one, we know we can do it!"

Even as he was saying this, Oliver had given a small yelp of surprise, and his hands were a bright green, glowing in the dim lighting of the room. Arorangi reached over and grasped his fingers, turning them over as he looked at them carefully.

"I think you are okay," he said quickly. "It is just surprising, I do not think it is harmful, little bird."


Antivirus: 1 / 3



I belong to you.

It was true, in a sense. Alistaire's possessiveness of Harland Leander Belle was not just out a desire to manipulate him, but a strong desire to keep that warmth and that kindness selfishly to himself because he'd never had such a thing before in his life. And out of everyone on Deus, only Harland would care and even notice if something happened to him (maybe Ian, but would Ian actually give a crap remained to be seen).

It was just that sheer warmth and the reassuring feel of Harland's hand smoothing up and down his back that made Alistaire almost keep holding on - but there was work to be done and he needed to focus on what was important.

Gloved hands moved the pieces apart, then tried to push them together again with little pleasing results. Alistaire scowled, then tried again.


Antivirus: 0 / 3



He was trying to distract her, yes, but not because he wanted her not to think about things, but because he wanted her to be safe and to be all there inside of her head and to think about things. A desperate desire to keep Stormy from withdrawing was heavy in Gale's mind as he worked, and he tried to keep up the steady stream of casual conversation.

"Yes," Gale answered, daring to give her a small smile. "Dragon heartstring, though I've forgotten if we decided what sort of wood I would have for mine. I always did like the sound of mahogany, or maybe chestnut. I think I read somewhere that silver dogwood was the rarest after elder."

He was babbling and he knew it, but the desperation clawed at him, ate away at his stomach. There was sadness in her voice. Gale reached out and gently touched her cheek with the tips of his glowing fingers, biting his lower lip before he lowered his hand again and got back to work.

"We've almost got it," he said bracingly. "We can do it."

And then, after a pause, his voice quiet,

"They'll be okay. He'll be okay."


Antiviruses: 0 / 3

This time he was too forceful, and the glass broke between his fingers.

Like a bone or a long organ - but he never broke a bone or organ before. What did he know about those things?

It bleed out green in his hands again.

He set it aside.