The leader, the follower, the aid, the brute, the cyanide.

[WildWhiskeyTales]

(Recap?)

[nagisa.]

(ANdrio went to get supplies, fell through 50 floors, broken his right arm and left leg, Hayli got mauled and died, and now Andrio is getting eaten. And I think a zombie is in the Pit. So... yeah. Bad situations everywhere. Hehe, we need an Aid..)

[WildWhiskeyTales]

(Well...i'm quitting. This isnt really my type of RO. Im more assasin type. Sorry. Great idea though. ;D hope yall have fun.)

[nagisa.]

NOOOEESSSS Okay...

[WildWhiskeyTales]

(Sorry. ): I'm just better at Assasins than surviving.)

[Simon-Says]

"Get out of here!" snapped a deep voice in Fiera's right ear. She whipped around and was grabbed by the arm and pulled from the Pit. Fiera struggled out of the iron grip and turned on the stranger. He was tall,and the cloak covering his face reminded her of Andrio. She glared at him, "Who are you!?" she snapped.
From underneath his cloak the man glared at her. She didn't look like she would go anywhere soon so he sighed with annoyance and said warily, "My name is Erik. Who are you?" There was irritation in his calm words and she nearly slapped him with an answer of, "Fiera." He stumbled backwards, as though he had been slapped. There was a gasp from underneath the cloak and he stared at her, his eyes wide even though she couldn't see him she knew that there was something wrong.

( hehe who is it!? -evil grin- )

[nagisa.]

(Big brother? XD)

The boy, was overcome. He lay, unmoving, beneath the grips of corpses. He no longer fought, as he was... Torn. They'd bitten him many times, many places near arteries. He lay in a puddle of his own blood, unconscious. The beasts devoured him, leaving bite marks everywhere. If help didn't arrive soon, his fate was sealed.

For him, time seemed to slow. A cruel curtsey that the world allowed as you died. He could swear, he was sitting on his window sill. Not at the Pit, but at home. Sweet scents of food wafted upstairs from the kitchen, where his mother and sisters prepared dinner. His father was in his workshop, building him a model. It was of the Colosseum. He'd loved Greek and Roman mythology, so his father thought it perfect. It even had a little chamber that opened to show gladiators preparing for a bloody duel. It also had openings on the side, where little models of men barring armor and swords could enter. Little, intricate models of the crowds were all posed in looks of ecstasy. Men stood, cheering. Other bore flags with different symbols. Children stood, clapping. Even vendors were places among the stands.

Only, his father hadn't finished.

That day, Andrio's birthday,

was the day that marked the collapse. He'd lost his entire family to this out break that day.

And now, he'd join them the same way.

[Simon-Says]

"Look," snapped the man. "This isn't the time." He grabbed and jogged toward where Andrio was. He shoved Fiera up against the wall and peered around the corner. He shot at the zombies around Andrio. Fiera screamed at Erik, "What are you doing!?" Erik glared at her through the darkness beneath his cloak, "Saving your friend, darling."

[nagisa.]

What an odd noise... What co-


GUNFIRE!


Andrio forced himself awake, and tried not to scream. His body raged in such a pain that could only described as fire. He was doing okay,

until one bit his neck.



He let loose a hellish scream, and slammed the the creature with all the force he could muster. It fell backwards, but soon crawled back. The boy was covered head to toe with bites and scratches. Words escaped him. As did his consciousness. he flashed in and out, his body being helplessly flung through awake, alive, dead, asleep. It was killing him slowly. Not to mention the seriously deep wounds he had obtained.

[Simon-Says]

Erik shot again and cleared out the ones around Andrio, he threw the gun to Fiera (who caught it skeptically) saying, "Shoot the ones that come near us!" He grabbed Andrio into his arms and started walking back towards Fiera, who shot up coming up on Erik's side. Erik flinched away and swore, "Fiera! Hit them, not me!" She glared and shouted, "I'm trying, I'm trying!"