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[Stuck in Limbo]

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[[I am so, so sorry I haven't posted in a few days. My FeralHeart was derping up and every time i tried to enter the website it kept telling me it wasn't available and i had to download it? Any how it's working for now and here is my post]]

"When you feel like quitting think about why you started!"

Kennedy-Leigh McCally

The young woman remained by the dogs side as Clark seemed to investigate where the constant, irritating, vicious barking and growling was coming from - so she decided to tend to the dog they had previously found. Her hazel eyes examined the dog that remained laying in the pool of blood panting viciously. Continuing to check the dog it came clear that the dog had not actually been bitten -luckily- which did come as a surprise since she was surrounded by at least 4/5 walkers. Nor the dog appeared to be injured, judging by the black dogs panting she made out it was because she was thirsty and hungry - it was clear this dog hadn't eaten in a few days and in an attempt to get food she dangerously attacked a zombie. Kennedy felt sympathy for the dog and the sooner she got her back on her paws the better.

Hearing the sound of raised voices and the barking suddenly stopped Kenn raised a brow, everything seemed quiet for a while - until the sound of now normal toned voices echoed through the room. The voice she could hear appeared to be from a male, but it wasn't Alexanders - so who's was it? Taking one last glance at the dog Kennedy popped her head over the desk and glanced around. As before Alex was with Tonx - a smile grew across her face revealing her pearly whites, she realised lately she hadn't really been helping much and was more focused on survival, after they were settled she would sorted herself out and help out once again. Her eyes then drifted towards Clark.

The 23-year old's brows raised as she looked at the brunette and her dog, standing face to face with two strangers - probably who the barking and shouting were coming from. At first the two seemed to be a little in one another's face - this causing the blonde to lift up revealing herself a little more. But further conversation soon led Kennedy into confusion, the two now seemed to know one another? Shrugging Kenn guessed they knew one another before the apocalypse started and probably got separated. Seeing as the situation was now pretty much in control Kennedy turned her attention back onto the dog.

Like before the dog continued to pant heavily and each second that was wasted the dogs condition was deteriorating. Slowly, the woman stock out her hand allowing the dog to have a few whiffs - to observe her scent. Once the dog seemed happy with her being near her Kennedy slowly pushed her hand over past the dogs head and down its side - slowly and carefully in order to not scare the dog, but it was obvious the dog was to tired to even make an effort to attack her. Sighing, the young girl turned around and whipped the table cloth from the top of the desk and wrapped it around the blood coated dog. Slowly and carefully she stood up. Ignoring the pains that shot through her body the dog was in the woman's arms with a strong grip.

Slowly Kennedy hobbled from behind the desk with the dog laying in her arms - almost completely still, apart from its side rising and sinking as well as its tongue flapping around out the side of it mouth. You'll be a right baby..." she spoke softly managing to rub her hand across the dogs rump. Now looking up Kennedy watched as Clark was now speaking to the male and Tonx remained with Alexander, smiling she stood in front of the passage way that lead to rooms, stairs and lifts. Clearing her throat "Sorry about that, I've just found her and decided to help her - she deserves another shot at life" the blonde smiled "So, we going now?" she questioned quietly.

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[Luna FreeFaller]

[RastaForLife]

With anxiety eating her from the inside, Reverie opened the front door quietly and stepped outside. Pulling an arrow from the little bag strapped to her back, she loads her now and keeps a watch. She knew leaving Calixo sleeping in there with no protection wasn't safe but she was just going to look around a bit for any infected. Besides, her dearest bestfriend always slept with his katana in hand. Brown eyes shooting back and forth across the barren yet trash filled road, she saw no movement, heard no noise, and felt even more hunted. Heart pounding in her chest, she creeps down the road a big, looking back every once in a while to make sure nothing was stirring by the shop in which Calixo was safely tucked in.

While looking back, her foot had slammed into an empty bottle, making a loud racket as it slid across the pavement and into a dumpster. Freezing, she hears movement to her left and holds her bow ready. All went still. Looking at the alley that de heard the noise from, it was pitch dark. Taking a step toward it, nothing moved. When she was close enough, an infected shot at her, catching her off guard. Her bow and the loaded arrow slammed into the ground and slid away from her. The infected was trying to get a bite of her but she tried pushing it off.

One hand pushing the infected and the other reaching for an arrow that was being crushed by her weight. It was a difficult struggle. Frowning, she raises a fist and punches the infected, making it loosen up a bit. Reverie kicks it off and sprints down the alley, leaving her bow and arrows in the process. She heard it sprinting behind her and frowns. It was dark and hard to dodge the debris. When she went to look back, her thigh sliced against the sharp edge of a ruste metal trash bin. Letting out a scream, she puts her hand down to her thigh while struggling to run. The cut was deep and went right through her jeans. It hurt and it was bleeding too much. Shaking, she searches for something to defend herself with. The ground was littered with broken glass from the dark windows around her. Falling too her knees, her hands slide over the glass. She begged to find a big enough piece to kill the infected with. Her hands were getting sliced up and her luck was slowly deteriorating.

Right when she could almost hear the breathing of the infected, her hands found a big, sharp piece of glass. The infected jumps at her and she raises the glass up. The infected's neck hit the glass, causing the glass to slide through it's rotting neck. Pushing it's officially dead body off of her, she let's out a couple breaths. Taking her belt off, she ties it tightly around her thigh to try and stop the bleeding.

[Jane-Doe]

Alexander Thaddeus Way

"We will fight or we will die either way the enemy will fear us today."

Alexander leans against the wall, letting Tonx saunter up the stairs. Her movements were tense, a bit clumsy, and unstable, but surely, she made her way up there. His silvery green eyes fell onto the dark retriever. A low whistle escaped his pursed lips, and Trooper, without hesitation, ceases his greetings with the new canine, and goes to his master. The dog is now alert, awaiting orders, as he plops down at his owner's feet. A small, amused chuckle escapes Alexander as he shifts through the compartment on his vest. A miniature version of a first aid kit is sitting there, and he plucks it from the rummaged contents, as well as a small, rolled up and crumbled bag of dog food.

The lad runs his hand over the first aid kit to rid it of grime and dust before tossing it Kennedy's way. "Patch yourself up first, I'll get the dog some food and water." Alexander knew that there would be better supplies within the hospital facility, but it would have to do for now. Hopefully none of her wounds needed stitches. Then, taking the small, nearly empty dog food bag, Alexander pours a handfull or two out onto the floor for the dark retriever. Uncapping a water bottle, Alexander pours some water over the food to moisten it, then pours the rest of the water into a small bowl. Hopefully, it would be good enough.

Then, he pets Trooper and sends him away to frolic with the other canine's and such. Alexander returned to rest against the wall, just as Tonx returns, the smell of sickness trailing behind her. Alexander glanced to Donald, giving a small wave and a small, ghost of a smile. Hey, at least he was trying. Glancing back towards Tonx, he gave her a look of sympathy and then picked her up, having one arm curved under her legs, the other propped behind her head. "Did you see anything up there?" Alexander questioned, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.

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"When you feel like quitting think about why you started!"

Kennedy-Leigh McCally

Awaiting an answer the young woman stood silent, her eyes flicking from each figure to the next hoping someone would soon decide on moving from the open ground floor. Feeling a bristle like object brush past her leg Kennedy smiled and looked down - there he was, Hunter. Starring up at his owner with big puppy dog like eyes, his tail continuously wagging as he let out a quiet yip. Chuckling the blonde blew a kiss down towards her canine companion who was now stood on his hind quarters sniffing at the injured dog - allowing his tongue to slide out Hunter brushed his tongue across the dogs snout as a comforting gesture. Smiling, Kennedy nodded at the dog who soon lowered himself down.

Dragging her attention away from the two dogs Kennedy looked at Tonx with a synthetic expression - the girl still appeared in pain and appeared to be vomiting a lot more than usual, and she seemed to refuse help from Alex. Her brows furrowed in cnfusion, maybe the comment from Chris was still dragging on with the younger girl and she felt the need to prove herself? But Kenn thought Chris was a judgemental bitch any ways and what ever she said about Tonx wasn't true. Sure she had arthritis and a few anxiety's but she was just as strong as the rest of them and had just as much chance of survival. Kennedy watched as the raven haired girl clambered but the stairs.

All seemed to go silent for a short while as the group awaited the arrival of Tonx. Allowing her eyes to scan around the room the sound of reaching then some liquid like substance hitting the floor. Gasping, the young woman quickly turned her head to glare up the stairs, Tonx quickly crawling down the stairs and speaking of the coast being clear - although she didn't seem to sure and it looked like she had seen a ghost. With a questioning yet worried look across her face Kenn looked at the younger she with a soft glare "Are you alright?" she questioned feeling a little worried for the young girl. But her attention was soon torn off by the not to familiar male Donald "Well, since upstairs has been double checked I'm sure we'll be going up in the matter of minutes" she smiled with a dip of her head.

Turing her head to face Alex as he spoke then looking back at the dog "Thank you Alex, i hope you don't mind" she smiled. Walking forwards she placed the exhausted dog dog by the pile of food and the small bowl filled with water. Gently, Kennedy crouched down and gently placed the dog down onto the floor near the sources. "You're alright now girl, eat up..." she smiled brushing her hand across the dog - she decided to leave the blanket on the dog to help her keep warm, when getting the chance she would surely bathe her. Turning around to face Alexander she mouthed a 'Thank You' as she caught the first aid bag. Setting herself on the floor Kennedy unzipped the bag and opened up a pack of anaesthetic wipes - rubbing them across her scratches and scrapes and then over her gash. Wincing a little she then placed them on the ground beside her and grabbed some butter fly stitches. Carefully she nipped together the gash and began carefully placing on the white strips - despite the pain she felt Kennedy wouldn't show it.

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Tonx lets out a pained cry at being picked up, she knew he was trying to be gentle but it was still a painful process. She looks at him thankfully and puts her arm around his shoulder for extra support. She wriggles a little bit but gives up after a couple of seconds. It was unlikely that he was going to put her down, not after all of that.

The girl turns her attention towards Kennedy as the blonde asks her how she was feeling, "I'm..." she starts, wanting to say that she was feeling fine but there was no point as they wouldn't believe her. She felt horrible, physically and emotionally but she didn't want to tell her that, despite trusting the girl. She sighs as she looks at the sick dog who was nibbling slightly on the food set out for her. It made her remember her own hunger but she wasn't going to say anything. She didn't like being vulnerable and now that there was a new male in the group, she didn't want him to think she was useless or deadweight. Not after that.

Tonx looks away from Kennedy, not wanting to answer. She feels it come into her throat again and it causes her to retch involuntarily but she was able to keep it compressed this time and nothing came out. She notices Clark coming back, explaining what she had found. The girl's head flops onto Alexander's shoulder. Tonx was pretty skinny so is not very heavy. She shuts her eyes, wanting to sleep off her sickness but she feels that she had to stay awake and at least try to contribute to the group. She still has her gun and keeps a hold of it, in case Alexander needed help.

[Luna FreeFaller]

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Clark gives a little sigh of relief as Tonx finally lets down her defences and accepts Alex's offer. Normally she would have been annoyed at someone giving up but the thing was that she should have accepted help ages ago otherwise she wouldn't be in this condition. But she wasn't going to say that of course, she had been upset enough today and it would be unfair to put her through more worries as she was still thinking of what Chris had said. She swore that if she came across her again...

The brunette sighs as takes a long drink of alcohol before giving an involuntary shudder at its taste. She looks at everyone before directing her attention towards Kennedy who was tending to her wound. It was a relief to see that. This was just a thing Clark thought but she had the idea that the virus could be airborne and could infect a wound causing that effect. But, of course, this was just a theory. The girl grabs her guns and walks a few steps upward before turning back to the others. "theres a pretty large ward up here which has beds and a toilet." she says, a bit more gruffly as the alcohol started taking effect on her mind. She continues on up the stairs and waits at the top for the others. While she waits, she drinks more of the whiskey in its flask.
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Donald blinks a couple of times before he gives Kennedy a small mod, kinda understanding but he would need some time to comprehend what was going on. He remembers how Clark would often tease him for his slow wit and reaction time. But... That was old Clark. This Clark was different in more ways than one. She was still nice but gruffer, blunter and well... Drunk, he still couldn't get over that fact. The boy shakes his head as he takes his gun and stands up. Alma had gone up with Clark so Meg trotted back to him.

He notices Tonx being carried by Alexander. He walks up to her to get a better look. He would say something or ask why she seemed like that but he was wary that if he woke up or frightened her that either Alex, Kennedy or even Clark would react. Thy seemed protective of her. Seeing how she seemed to be asleep, he moves her fringe away from her eyes before taking his hand away. He doesn't move but turns his head to look at the dog wrapped in a blanket. So in the span of a hour he had come across four people and four dogs... This was an odd day.

[Jane-Doe]

Alexander Thaddeus Way

"We will fight or we will die either way the enemy will fear us today."

Alexander leaned against the wall, Tonx still in his arms. She was very light, but even if she wasnt, Alexander would've still offered, and pulled through on his decision. His silvery green eyes scanned the room. Kennedy, the dark retriever, and Donald and Clark as they went up the stairs. A low wistle escaped his lips, and Trooper trotted towards him. Alex was going to follow upstairs, but he decided to wait for Kennedy and the dark-pelted retriever. He pressed his back against the wall, and lowered himself to the floor, keeping Tonx in his lap.

Alexander tilted his head back, his mess of dark waves toused and dry atop his head, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the dark retriever, and Kennedy patching herself up. It was obvious she was trying to hide her pain, but Alexander would vocalize his thoughts. Now, Trooper lay beside them, his muzzle resting on Tonx's foot, his bushy tail flickering across the hospital's tile floor.