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Natalie quickly retracted both hands and held them to her chest, taking a step back in fear. Her mind raced, and she realized that her breathing and heart rate had picked up. She'd just gotten used to zombies, and now there were other things that weren't making sense. What was happening to the world? Except...

It was too late. She'd already made her decisions and having a panic attack wasn't going to solve anything. Maybe if she just ignored everything she didn't understand, then she could move past it. There was something clearly wrong with this woman; she looked like she was in a lot pain. Now, more than ever, Natalie knew she couldn't just leave her on the street, especially since she didn't seem to understand the whole zombie situation. Natalie may have been weak and she may have relied on others up until then, but she wasn't a coward.

"Okay, Jasmine... No touching, right? I can do that," she mumbled, packing away her fear and confusion into a little box to examine later. She swallowed and looked around, realizing that they were at the top of a hill that offered a good view of the hospital. It was close, but there was a sea of zombies surrounding the building. They weren't going to be able to get in the normal way. Plus, she was pretty sure all the doors had to be heavily barricaded if there were any survivors inside.

"We need to find a way in. Got any ideas?" she asked, studying the buildings surrounding the hospital. "Maybe we could get to it by jumping from a floor on the building next to it? Or onto the roof?"

Jasmine_Langdon

Alice in Tears

((I might add a doctor later.. Of course as twisted as my nurse. c: Anyways, Im getting off for a little bit. <3 ))

Honestly, Jasmine felt very uncomfortable and shifted some. She didn't want to make her nervous, or in denial, but she couldn't help herself. She wanted to explain the best she could, but there was so much, where would she begin if she did?
"If I get scared, or angry, my.. Emotions take over, causing my telekinesis to work, or something like that. That is what sent the car flying," She begins, "It's what protects me," She softly adds as she looks over at the zombies. Without her powers, she knows she wouldn't survive.
"I can also make physical wounds on their body.. I try not to get that angry.." She rambles. "It's very gory, depending on who and what it is."

Xavier watches the girl enter the apartment, and slowly make her way up to the room he is in. "I'm glad you decided to come up." He says, "Normally I like being alone... And quite frankly, I normally wouldn't let anyone up here at all. But I've been on my own for so long. If I don't speak to another human I'm going to go insane up here."

Xavier laughed, and surveyed the girl. She seemed tough; she could definitely take care of herself. Then his eyes fell on the gun strapped to her side. "What other weapons have you got? This place is loaded with supplies, but the only weapons I have is an axe and a knife that I found."

Coraline looks at the man, she laughs a little bit for what he said about going insane.But then she thinks about the question he asked her. "This is the only weapon I have, but it only has 3 bullets... I found it under the abandoned house I live at. It was under the bed."
Then Coraline wonder's how is this man going to survive with an axe and a pocket knife. Then she thinks, she can trade with him. She is very good with melee weapons. "um sir? do you wish to trade weapons?" She asks nervously. She only thinks about trading weapons is because she want him to stay alive as long as he can. She is afrade of being alone again...

"I try, darling, I try." Verra shot the girl with a sickeningly sweet smile that was offset somewhat by the crooked fang poking out. "I'm sssure I haven't the ssslightest ******** idea where you're getting Ssscales from, I don't even have ssscales." He scrunched his nose at her, oblivious to the images that his 'speech impediment' was invoking.

Her reaction to his suggestion of a long-term partnership, however, set Verra off into fits of laughter once more. "Dearie me, dearie me! Sssweetheart, I completely underssstand not wanting to build ties to people -- or aliens, as it were." The tip of one antennae was beginning to show through the locks of pink hair. Verra didn't care; with any luck it would give his companion pause. "But, building trussst, be it false or true, is crucial, you mussst know that. If I were sssome sssort of clingy b***h, but ssstill potentially quite useful to you, you would have pushed me right away just now!" He shook his head. Humans in general had a long way to go, he thought.

"There's a fine line between practicality and ssstandoffishness, and you jussst danced right over it, didn't you?" If this chick didn't want to hang around, it was fine by him. In fact, if she ended up without a friend in the world due to her caution, Verra still wouldn't care much. But he had a weakness for didacticism, and she was the perfect target.

The trio was this close to giving up on the building when a high, soft voice rang out from behind them. "Who is it?"

Verra tensed, whipping around. Now. Now, someone had finally decided to come greet them. And what a fine greeting it wasn't. "Who is it? Who is it? Do you want a birth certificate or an autobiography? Because I don't have either. We're..." He stepped closer, tongue lolling out. "...sssurvivorsss. Now, why in the ******** did you possst all these arrows and then take them right back away, hmmm? Are you going to be of use to us or not? Answer quickly or I'll ssspit at the glass, and then where will you be?"

You're not a hero, you're a liar...

Sydelle knew she'd gotten under their skin and reveled in the feeling. There was a sort of control in being one of the few people not overrun with emotion. She opened the door slowly. "Well there's no need to be pissy." She said with a smirk. "You can come inside if you must, but please try to regain a semblance of humanity. We're trying to leave the monsters outside." She turned on her heel and walked down the hall. She might have appeared apathetic, but her ears were alert for their conversation. Every inch of information you could get about a person could help you later on.

...you're not a savior, you're a vampire.