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MedicalMuse said:
*radio crackles....

We found him on the turnpike! He's lost a lot of blood. We'll be on our way back
ASAP!

*shakes CG*

What the hell!? What happened to you?
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Bring the car. Whatever you do, bring the car...and what's inside it.


*passes out again.*
 
Dramatic was just finishing his special project for Valentine's day. He had found some chocolate and some cookie cutters shaped into hearts. Carefully melting it down and repouring it, he had carved "H.V.D." into each one and set them out for the bunker. A Valentine's day treat for the bunker, to brighten the air. Then the radio crackled to life.
"We found him..."
Dramatic grabbed the radio and headed for the armory. "Roger. I'll be looking for your arrival. Give me your estimated ETA at earliest possibility. Over." He snickered to himself as he opened the door. he'd almost sounded professional there. Too bad no one needed voice actors anymore. He grabbed a rifle he'd been eyeing earlier. It was a beautiful Baretta fifty caliber rifle, easily capable of blowing up a head like an overripe watermelon from a thousand yards away. It even had a good scope, though it probably needed refocusing. He took it and the associated ammo box up to the top with the radio.
He set up shop near the edge and aimed for a wooden post that was certain to splinter if hit and had a good wall behind it. HIs first shot was low and to the right. After some scope adjustment, he managed to put a bullet through the splintering post and caused it to fall apart. Then he scanned the road, and just barely glimpsed movement.
"What the hell...?" He stayed put for a while and watched. About ten minutes later he saw it again.
Someone was booby trapping the road. He waited until the man was getting situated and then took a shot. It wasn't instantly lethal but judging from the red mist generated it was probably close enough. But that didn't concern Dramatic as much as the implication.
"Muse, I've got movement half a click out from the bunker. Looks intelligent, and hostile. Watch yourselves. Over."
Then he dropped down into the bunker and looked for Whipluvr. He found her passed out underneath the tank, having worked herself into a sleep. He shook her by the ankle and almost took another lug wrench for it. "Someone's fucking laying traps out there and I think Medical Muse might run into it. They could probably use your escort, because they just found Chiangun." he said quickly when she leveled a second tool in his direction.
"I'll cover with sniper support." he finished, then ran back up outside.
It was going to be a long night.


(note: if someone decides to fight the bandits I'll probably be at work or asleep when it happens so... feel free to have me chime in with fire support for suitably dramatic purposes. :p And I wouldn't mind a fuc- I mean spotter up there to help out.)
 
Chaingun said:
Bring the car. Whatever you do, bring the car...and what's inside it.


*passes out again.*
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*drags CG with the help of Irish, into the truck.*

Let's get an IV started and get some fluids in him. Then we'll hook up his car and get the hell out of here.

*starts IV. Checks shoulder wound. *

Doesn't look too bad. I can see the slug still in there. We're gonna have to leave it until we get to the bunker.

*drives off, dragging the car and CG's secrets with it*
 
Dramaticflare said:
Dramatic was just finishing his special project for Valentine's day. He had found some chocolate and some cookie cutters shaped into hearts. Carefully melting it down and repouring it, he had carved "H.V.D." into each one and set them out for the bunker. A Valentine's day treat for the bunker, to brighten the air. Then the radio crackled to life.
"We found him..."
Dramatic grabbed the radio and headed for the armory. "Roger. I'll be looking for your arrival. Give me your estimated ETA at earliest possibility. Over." He snickered to himself as he opened the door. he'd almost sounded professional there. Too bad no one needed voice actors anymore. He grabbed a rifle he'd been eyeing earlier. It was a beautiful Baretta fifty caliber rifle, easily capable of blowing up a head like an overripe watermelon from a thousand yards away. It even had a good scope, though it probably needed refocusing. He took it and the associated ammo box up to the top with the radio.
He set up shop near the edge and aimed for a wooden post that was certain to splinter if hit and had a good wall behind it. HIs first shot was low and to the right. After some scope adjustment, he managed to put a bullet through the splintering post and caused it to fall apart. Then he scanned the road, and just barely glimpsed movement.
"What the hell...?" He stayed put for a while and watched. About ten minutes later he saw it again.
Someone was booby trapping the road. He waited until the man was getting situated and then took a shot. It wasn't instantly lethal but judging from the red mist generated it was probably close enough. But that didn't concern Dramatic as much as the implication.
"Muse, I've got movement half a click out from the bunker. Looks intelligent, and hostile. Watch yourselves. Over."
Then he dropped down into the bunker and looked for Whipluvr. He found her passed out underneath the tank, having worked herself into a sleep. He shook her by the ankle and almost took another lug wrench for it. "Someone's fucking laying traps out there and I think Medical Muse might run into it. They could probably use your escort, because they just found Chiangun." he said quickly when she leveled a second tool in his direction.
"I'll cover with sniper support." he finished, then ran back up outside.
It was going to be a long night.


(note: if someone decides to fight the bandits I'll probably be at work or asleep when it happens so... feel free to have me chime in with fire support for suitably dramatic purposes. :p And I wouldn't mind a fuc- I mean spotter up there to help out.)
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"we'll be watching. We won't be able to offroad, we're pulling CG's car behind us. Butwe need to get him inside quick when we get there. What kind of traps are we looking at? Over."
 
I awake. Jostling and jarring in the back of a moving truck, I'm confused. A beautiful woman--I feel like I vaguely know her--is leaning over me and her lips are moving.

"What? What? I can't make sense of the words..." Am I even speaking out loud? I try to concentrate on her words. It's too hard to understand. "The car....the Interceptor...don't leave the car..."

Gazing into her eyes as she works and shouts to someone, I drift off.

Dreams of ice cream with pretty girls, high school dates, going to the movies, talking with mom and dad, and fishing with buddies...before the contagion...fill my head as I drift off to the pretty girl's voice.
 
"M I had to sedate him, he kept trying to speak, rambling about ice creams and movies....I wish! I'd kill for some ice cream, well maybe not kill, but you know?"
If he kept on moving he was gonna do some real damage to that shoulder. I hope we make it back soon, he's lost a lot of blood....fluids are going in nicely though.

Damn! I'm gonna be bruised to hell if I keep rattling about the back of this truck! I prefer bruises from other more pleasurable pursuits. CG starts mumbling again....I don't really want to sedate him any further or I might knock his breathing totally off....I try and soothe him, stroking his hair .....reassuring words, more to reassure me than him.

I'm in awe of MM, her driving skills are better than anyone I've ever seen. She's one tough gal!

Radio crackle....

"Muse, I've got movement half a click out from the bunker. Looks intelligent, and hostile. Watch yourselves. Over."

Great! Isn't that all we fuckin need? I can feel my heart in my throat, we are nearing the bunker, from what I can see from back here.....
 
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Okay Irish, hang on to our boy, it's going to be a little rough.

*radio crackles*
I need some cover!

*looks down at the nifty switch she installed a few days before arriving at the bunker*

Hey Irish, how do you feel about explosions? Grab that tarp and cover up. There's going to be some debris.

*grins and flips the switch, and watches the rockets launch from the undercarriage*
I think we just blew ourselves a wide enough path...
 
"What the fuck!?"

Just when I thought I'd seen it all she goes and does that! :eek:

"let's get him inside....and I think we need a drink!, when he's better I'm gonna kick his ass" I hope he appreciates this?
 
MedicalMuse said:
"we'll be watching. We won't be able to offroad, we're pulling CG's car behind us. Butwe need to get him inside quick when we get there. What kind of traps are we looking at? Over."
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"I'm not certain, Over. Will examine." He turned his scope over the dead man he had shot. The dead man was gone. In his place some small object that looked terribly out of place. He pulled back out of the scope hoping to glimpse his convoy when a series of rockets flew over the horizon. He almost got into cover but the rockets started falling short and making small explosions on the road. The last rocket, flew just a. Tad farther to the position he was concerned about. It hit near the out of place object and blew up, followed by a much larger explosion.

"Mines? Fucking mines? Where the fuck did they get mines?" He switched on the radio. "Muse, were those rockets yours? You just blew some sort of mine they had laid down. Over."
He got back on the rifle and started scanned the area. He figured there must be an attached ambush. When he got to the top of a nearby building, he saw some men standing around, looking at the spot the mine blew and milling about. They were all holding weaponry, and one hoisted a rocket propelled grenade on his shoulder.
"One shot, one kill." Dramatic recited despite never being a marine. He took in and held a breath. He hoped there was no wind and fired a shot.
There was a tiny bit of win and he could see the tracer start to drift.
"Fuck..." he said under his breath as he pulled the bolt action back.
But as he watched, it stuck the tip of the grenade launcher and was followed by a small explosion. The three men weren't standing at the end of it.
"No fuckin' way..."
 
I awake to a glare of white lights and stainless steel.

Uh oh, the ladies are standing over me in surgical gowns and masks. Well, at least they found all the supplies in the cabinets that I stocked up on. But they're whispering to each other and it's not the usual whispering that I like ladies to be doing. This is the hushed, concerned, worried type of whispering that ladies do when they don't want you to hear the fear in their voices.


What could go wrong? It's only a flesh wound in my left shoulder. I mean, how bad could it be? Does anyone really use their left arm anyway? Aside from my left hand being my...uh..."best friend" before the contagion started, I don't think I really need anything there.

Crap. The Ford Falcon XB Coupe GT is an Australian car. I need that hand to shift with. I hope they save the arm then.


I feel like I've got the worst case of tunnel vision ever. But I think I recognize those eyes above the surgical masks...is that Curious...? And Muse...? I think I even see Janee. I hope that they aren't holding any grudges against me. I'm in their hands...it's not possible that I could even lift my pinky finger right now, let alone get up and get off of this table.

I try to think of something witty to say...or at least a way to thank them...to tell them how much they mean to me...but can't speak.
 
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Dramaticflare said:
"I'm not certain, Over. Will examine." He turned his scope over the dead man he had shot. The dead man was gone. In his place some small object that looked terribly out of place. He pulled back out of the scope hoping to glimpse his convoy when a series of rockets flew over the horizon. He almost got into cover but the rockets started falling short and making small explosions on the road. The last rocket, flew just a. Tad farther to the position he was concerned about. It hit near the out of place object and blew up, followed by a much larger explosion.

"Mines? Fucking mines? Where the fuck did they get mines?" He switched on the radio. "Muse, were those rockets yours? You just blew some sort of mine they had laid down. Over."
He got back on the rifle and started scanned the area. He figured there must be an attached ambush. When he got to the top of a nearby building, he saw some men standing around, looking at the spot the mine blew and milling about. They were all holding weaponry, and one hoisted a rocket propelled grenade on his shoulder.
"One shot, one kill." Dramatic recited despite never being a marine. He took in and held a breath. He hoped there was no wind and fired a shot.
There was a tiny bit of win and he could see the tracer start to drift.
"Fuck..." he said under his breath as he pulled the bolt action back.
But as he watched, it stuck the tip of the grenade launcher and was followed by a small explosion. The three men weren't standing at the end of it.
"No fuckin' way..."
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"Good shot! And yes, those rockets were mine. I know a Toyota tundra doesn't look like much, but there are so many places to hide after market stuff!"


Chaingun said:
I awake to a glare of white lights and stainless steel.

Uh oh, the ladies are standing over me in surgical gowns and masks. Well, at least they found all the supplies in the cabinets that I stocked up on. But they're whispering to each other and it's not the usual whispering that I like ladies to be doing. This is the hushed, concerned, worried type of whispering that ladies do when they don't want you to hear the fear in their voices.


What could go wrong? It's only a flesh wound in my left shoulder. I mean, how bad could it be? Does anyone really use their left arm anyway? Aside from my left hand being my...uh..."best friend" before the contagion started, I don't think I really need anything there.

Crap. The Ford Falcon XB Coupe GT is an Australian car. I need that hand to shift with. I hope they save the arm then.


I feel like I've got the worst case of tunnel vision ever. But I think I recognize those eyes above the surgical masks...is that Curious...? And Muse...? I think I even see Janee. I hope that they aren't holding any grudges against me. I'm in their hands...it's not possible that I could even lift my pinky finger right now, let alone get up and get off of this table.

I try to think of something witty to say...or at least a way to thank them...to tell them how much they mean to me...but can't speak.
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Poor CG. We got the bullet out alright, amazingly, it lodged right in the head of the humerus. Barely missed the big artery there, or we'd be digging a hole.

I think we can let him out of sedation. He needs antibiotics and some blood thinners for a few days, until we're sure te danger of him throwing a lot is passed.
Hey Irish, lets try some normal saline without the drugs. Unless anyone's willing to donate some blood for the man. Any takers?
*holds CG's hand*
Come on. Wake up and tell us what this was all about.
 
MedicalMuse said:
Unless anyone's willing to donate some blood for the man. Any takers?
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*Waiting outside the makeshift OR and hear MM's comment about donating blood.*

*speaking loudly enough to be heard*

"I'm willing to donate."

After CG rescued Kat and I from the marauders' camp, it is the VERY least I can do. Besides, after Kat and I later carried him to the 6x6 and saved his ass then, I don't intend to watch him act pitiful because of blood loss! Got too much invested to have to shout him for whining! And there is the matter of him holding the cure for zombie-ism.
 
preacherswife69 said:
*Waiting outside the makeshift OR and hear MM's comment about donating blood.*

*speaking loudly enough to be heard*

"I'm willing to donate."

After CG rescued Kat and I from the marauders' camp, it is the VERY least I can do. Besides, after Kat and I later carried him to the 6x6 and saved his ass then, I don't intend to watch him act pitiful because of blood loss! Got too much invested to have to shout him for whining! And there is the matter of him holding the cure for zombie-ism.
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Excellent. Come on in :) *sets up IV transfusion* did you say cure for zombie-ism? Just a little stick. *sticks the needle in* and there we go. Good flow, nice veins. :) *hooks up cg* alright. Can someone bring some juice for PW? She's gonna need it.
 
*driving back to the bunker, four men stop her at a makeshift roadblock. Without warning she's yanked from the Jeep and pinned down. Metal cuffs snap shut around her wrists before they step away, guns still aimed at her head. A rough looking blackhaired man pulls her up to her knees and glases into her eyes*

"Where you from, girl?"

She doesnt dare give away that she knows about the bunker. They probably think supplies are short and the bunker is an easy way to get more.

"Out west a few hundred clicks.... Been on my own, looking for more survivors."

Its true enough. Whip's a west coast girl and technically her little hunting trip did make her alone. The men smirk and look at each other, mentally sizing up the pecking order. She's ordered into a truck and her legs are bound to the seat. Something distracts the men and they run ahead, one man removing something that looks like a rocket launcher from a SUV.

In the aftermath of the explosion she searches the floor of the vehicle for a knife, anything to help free her from the burning car
 
WhipLuvr said:
*driving back to the bunker, four men stop her at a makeshift roadblock. Without warning she's yanked from the Jeep and pinned down. Metal cuffs snap shut around her wrists before they step away, guns still aimed at her head. A rough looking blackhaired man pulls her up to her knees and glases into her eyes*

"Where you from, girl?"

She doesnt dare give away that she knows about the bunker. They probably think supplies are short and the bunker is an easy way to get more.

"Out west a few hundred clicks.... Been on my own, looking for more survivors."

Its true enough. Whip's a west coast girl and technically her little hunting trip did make her alone. The men smirk and look at each other, mentally sizing up the pecking order. She's ordered into a truck and her legs are bound to the seat. Something distracts the men and they run ahead, one man removing something that looks like a rocket launcher from a SUV.

In the aftermath of the explosion she searches the floor of the vehicle for a knife, anything to help free her from the burning car
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Dramatic kept scanning after the truck pulled into the bunker, looking for a reprised attack or more activity. Soon after, he sees a small smoke cloud rising over a nnearby building. He follows it down to the ground and spots a small collection of vehicles.
"Wait a second, I recognize that jeep."
He grabs the rifle andd jogs down to the medical room. "I think someone got caught up with raiders outside. Can I borrow your truck Muse?"
 
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I woke up again in a dark room. It was cool in there...and quiet.

I started to move, but quickly realized that I was immobilized and weak.

I drifted in and out for who knows how long. Curious visited and checked some stuff. She consulted with Muse. Janee came in and took my temperature. Scribbling on a chart. I slept. A lot.

Vague memories...

Angel visits. I can hear her talking, but can't make anything out. I dreamed she was kissing my cheek, I think.

Daizie entered silently, kissed my forehead, and left.

P-Dub sits and reads from one of my favorite books and I lie awake watching her mouth as she recounts the adventures of Travis McGee. The hero was running from a guy who was trying to run him down with an old jeep and I thought back to the jeep I had before all this went bad.

Did I see Serene? Really, she came and looked in? I think I waved feebly with a finger on my right hand. She blew me a kiss before my care givers moved her along.

Kat wandered in, worry in her eyes, and left quickly.

Tiarra and Sunshine came in, holding hands, smiling, and trying to cheer me up, and when they started smacking each other's asses, kissing, and giggling, Gator came in, carrying--what was that? A Slurpee?--and told them they had to stop; that the excitement wasn't good for me.

Ella came in during a particularly lucid moment on my part and flashed her boobs at me. I think I sat up....or dreamed it. I don't know.

Others came and went. I couldn't remain cognizant enough to speak, let alone remember everyone that visited. "Where's Whip? Is she ok? Why doesn't she visit?"

The drugs were wearing off...I spent more time sitting up and trying to talk. The three ladies with medical training kept consulting and shaking their heads. No, not today. Stay in bed.

Damn...I need to get up...check things, make sure that the systems are running and protecting us. Need to make sure that the Nightly Naked Dance Party is still going on. Got to check on my cargo...
 
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Dramaticflare said:
Dramatic kept scanning after the truck pulled into the bunker, looking for a reprised attack or more activity. Soon after, he sees a small smoke cloud rising over a nnearby building. He follows it down to the ground and spots a small collection of vehicles.
"Wait a second, I recognize that jeep."
He grabs the rifle andd jogs down to the medical room. "I think someone got caught up with raiders outside. Can I borrow your truck Muse?"
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By all means. :D

What's up?
 
Chaingun said:
I woke up again in a dark room. It was cool in there...and quiet.

I started to move, but quickly realized that I was immobilized and weak.

I drifted in and out for who knows how long. Curious visited and checked some stuff. She consulted with Muse. Janee came in and took my temperature. Scribbling on a chart. I slept. A lot.

The drugs were wearing off...I spent more time sitting up and trying to talk. The three ladies with medical training kept consulting and shaking their heads. No, not today. Stay in bed.

Damn...I need to get up...check things, make sure that the systems are running and protecting us. Need to make sure that the Nightly Naked Dance Party is still going on. Got to check on my cargo...
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Tomorrow. You should be okay by then. You lost a lot of blood. Your favorite donor has given three times now. And we're still missing whip and Daizie. we need you up and running but we need you to not die from your wounds either, silly.
 
"I think someone from the bunker ran into those bandits before I killed them. I haven't seen any movement since that shot so whoever ran into them is probably held in one of their trucks still." He took the keys Muse offered. "I'm going to go check it out. If someone else wants to come meet me in the garage in five minutes." He endedd loudly so most people could hear him. Then he went back to the armory to trade his rifle for the semi automatic shotgun he had found the last time he was out. He grabbed a small pack of other supplies: a molotov, flares, a flashlight, and his quintessential machetes. Then he ran to the garage and started figuring out Muse's truck.
 
Dramaticflare said:
"I think someone from the bunker ran into those bandits before I killed them. I haven't seen any movement since that shot so whoever ran into them is probably held in one of their trucks still." He took the keys Muse offered. "I'm going to go check it out. If someone else wants to come meet me in the garage in five minutes." He endedd loudly so most people could hear him. Then he went back to the armory to trade his rifle for the semi automatic shotgun he had found the last time he was out. He grabbed a small pack of other supplies: a molotov, flares, a flashlight, and his quintessential machetes. Then he ran to the garage and started figuring out Muse's truck.
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Give me the keys. I'll drive, you shoot.
 
Damn, MM was right about needing to drink juice.

*I grab another glass of orange juice, wishing to add some vodka to it, but knowing that I do not need to add alcohol especially if they need more blood.*

*I grab a sandwich to keep up my strength, and sit down a minute*

*Soon I will go see if CG is awake and if he wants me to read to him more.*

"Fuck, I wish MM and DF would report in about what is going on. I heard them say that they saw Whip's Jeep. I hate feeling helpless and unable to assist them."
 
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The smoke is thick and choking as the fire rages backwards through the car. Whip struggles but the cuffs are too tight and her hands are behind her. With her legs ziptied to the floor of the truck she's in realy trouble. The smoke makes her cough and her eyes water. They didnt fasten a seatbelt around her so she leans forward trying for a breath of clean air. She knows about all the horrible stuff that gets turned into smoke when a car burns. Heavy metals, oil, plastic .... Not good stuff for her to be breathing. Then again, with how the fire is progressing, lung damage may stop being a concern.

The residents of the bunker probably wouldnt come, she realizes. The heat and light would probably attract more walkers and even if it didnt there was no reason for them to bother to come put it out. The forest was damp enough that it probably wouldnt catch.... She stops trying to get out of the cuffs.
 
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