Do's and Don'ts . Zombie Apocalypse, Open.

[d a t a ;]

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17 | ♀
loner
sniper & dagger

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Amity tensed, her muscles frozen in place. She heard a soft rustling, and she could could sense that someone- or something- was near. Walker or human, she knew not. She hurriedly closed her sack and pulled out her dagger, turning around to get a better view of her surroundings. Her breathing intensified, and she could feel the blood rushing through her ears. She cautiously peered through the kitchen entrance. She plastered herself against the tiled wall and waited. There was somebody here- she just knew it. There were no vicious, raspy growls or trudging feet, so it was most likely another person. A small flame of hope ignited in her heart, but she quickly reminded herself that some people could be even more evil and cruel than the walkers. Some had even turned to cannibalism, some to insanity, and even some to suicide. But there were also others like her out there, wandering around and simply attempting to survive on their own. There were also those who had gotten together and created civil communities, some even establishing large settlements. Those were never quite Amity's type, as she preferred not having others in the way. She'd ended up a wanderer, and she was doing a nice job so far, in her opinion. She was surviving. That ought to mean something. She turned her focus back to the entrance, where she heard footsteps approaching steadily. She held her breath and gripped her dagger.

[Pounce the Cat]

Battle grinned at him and chuckled too. "Well, I have one wound, I was stabbed a couple days ago, and I've been keeping it bandaged, but I don't have anything to sanitize it with and it needs to be stitched. I've, um, found a needle and fishing line, but I can't do the stitching myself... I'm terrified of needles..." She rolled up her sleeve to show an ugly stab wound on her upper arm. She grimaced in pain as she accidentally touched it. "If you don't want to, then it's totally fine. I can try to suck it up and do it myself..." She remembered the man who had stabbed her. He had tried to take all of her stuff, but she fought back. She won that fight, but it came at a cost.

[Stromae]

Enya paused and turned around, she stared down at the wound and frowned. "If you keep it as it is, it'll fester and lead to an infection that would most likely force you to amputate your arm. I'll stitch it up, but not here." She pointed her finger at Battle before turning back around and resumed walking. The small group passed the Welcome sign the stood in front of town, signaling that they had just left the area.
When they stood at a decent distance, Enya stepped off of the main road and gestured for them to follow her to the treeline. "This'll do. Claude, keep watch. Battle, give me the items you got and I can make do with that."

[Pounce the Cat]

Battle paled at the thought of losing her arm. She nodded and followed them to the treeline. She grabbed her needle and fishing line grimaced. She was shaking, but not from the cold. She handed the items to Enya.

[Vasto Lorde]

ooc;; sorry for the wait. had to go shower
mason vorhees → x ⤵

There was pure silence.

Mason focused his entire self to constrict any and all sounds and movements, so that he could listen for the purest sound of breathing; the chest exhaling, the nostrils flaring, the eyes blinking. It was something they taught any Special Force soldiers. When stealth was a necessary component in the mission, and you didn't have anything that could sense enemies, your senses had to be sharper than the knife you carried. It was one of the reasons why his codename was 'Wolf'.

He could definitely hear someone in the kitchen in front of him, most-likely hiding and attempting to hold their breath, whilst, at the same time, hoping that he didn't come in with a machine gun blazing. Mason wasn't willing to take a chance of someone stabbing him in the neck...but he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he had to kill another innocent human...like his wife and father. Gripping his knife, the young man decided to do something that he had tried not to do for the entirety of this apocalypse.

Take a risk.

He lunged through the doorway, eyes narrowed as he abruptly flipped onto his knees and slammed his fist into the closest glint of metal he could see - which just so happened to be the flat of the person's dagger, which was forced sharply into the table due to the force of his jab. At the same time, Mason unholstered his pistol and kept it clenched in his free hand; the hand that wasn't still covering the stranger's knife and fist.

"...Safety precautions, y'know?" He muttered, not moving from his tense position. You could never be sure. "Friendly?"

[Stromae]

"Bite down on some cloth, this isn't going to be a walk in the park." Enya whispered. The woman pulled out some ointment and used it sparingly on the wound, only taking a small dab to rub against the wound. The needle and fish line wasn't exactly sanitary, but she would have to make do with it for now. Enya threaded the fish line through the hole at the end of the needle and tied the string before getting to work. She made sure to be careful as she closed the wound. "How are you holding up?"
"Enya, finish up already, I see some walkers lingering a few feet away." Her older brother kept his voice low as he spoke.

[Pounce the Cat]

Battle bit down on her shirt sleeve, closing her eyes tightly. her hands were in such tight fists that her knuckles were white. Shoot, Battle thought as she heard Claude. "I'm just peachy," she said through clenched teeth. She was shaking all over. "Are you done?"

[Stromae]

"Be patient..." Enya muttered through gritted teeth. Her fingers were nimble as she cut the string. "I don't have enough gauze to wrap it up," She huffed and looked back and forth between Battle and the undead that limped about in the forest. "There might be something in the town over."
"Enya."
"I know, shut up. I'm trying to be as quick as I can." The petite girl ripped off some cloth from her sweater and tied it around the stitched up wound. Quickly, she gathered up her items and threw on a jacket she had kept inside of the bag.
[ Heading to bed, gnight ]

[d a t a ;]

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17 | ♀
loner
sniper & dagger

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(No problem. I was re-doing my avatar and signature, so I was busy. cx) Amity gasped in surprise as a dark-haired guy lunged out of the doorway and obstructed her from using her dagger. She would have fallen backwards, but the stranger's grip was quite powerful, and prevented her from doing so. Her eyes warily followed the stranger's pistol held at his side. Amity gave a small affirmative nod.
"...friendly." The words escaped her throat barely a whisper, as she hadn't spoken to another human being for quite and a while. She had no reason to, seeing that she was usually just surrounded by the grotesque undead creatures that now roamed the earth freely. She saw no reason to not be 'friendly' with this guy, as he looked trustworthy, at least. In Amity's eyes, the worst deaths of these times were the ones dealt by living, breathing people to others just like them. She knew that it did have to be done on a few occasions, to secure one's own survival. Luckily, she hadn't found herself in one of these situations. Yet. A sharp pain pierced her wrist, and she winced. "Now let me go now... please?"
As the man released his grip, Amity's dagger clattered to the floor. She knelt down to pick it up, then re-sheathed it, making sure not to let the sniper on her back slip off. She stood back up and studied the guy. "Your name?" she asked, extending an arm. "I'm Amity."

[sukosagi]

Beth headed the two and put out her ciggerete quick and backed up to the wall hearing the two teen and breathed slowly hopefully they didnt see her.they dent look harmful... so maybe she could attack them quickly?... but would it be worth it? she squat somewhat and waited listening she just had to make sure they didn't find her plane...