ArchivedLogs:Stay Calm

Stay Calm
Dramatis Personae Faelan, Kelly, Rasa, Shane	2013-11-04 immediately following resurrection. (Part of Infected TP.)
Location somewhere in jersey
Sand and ranch houses and poor quality roads meets everyone's gaze as the morning sun beams down upon the newly arrived. It's cold out, only in the upper forties at this time of morning, but at least most of humanity has already gone off to work and school leaving the place fairly dead. You are standing in someone's front yard, though you aren't precisely sure where you'd be with that particular combination of sand and patchy grass being in someone's yard. You do however see "Vote Christie" signs and an American flag or two. You also see plenty of tacky lawn ornaments and shitty cars parked on the street. A dog goes running down the street, barking at a cat it is chasing as they zip past you all. Wobbling on his feet, Faelan still has his phone clutched in a deathgrip as he finishes up his scream into the new air "Ahhh!" Taking a break to inhale, he blinks looking around at where he is, but quickly looks to those who are with him. "Oh shit, dammit. Is ze okay?" He's directing at the others as he's looking to Rasa, rummaging through the pouch under his hoodie as he looks to his phone as it tries to reestablish signal with a new tower. In the absence of being bitten and pulled, and no longer finding purchase to push against, Rasa tumbles over into a heap on the ground, crying and bleeding heavily from a bite mark on hir jaw, as facial wounds are wont to do. Ze is pillowed by hir blanket somewhat, hir eyes wide and hir body starting to shake. Hir lips keep moving, whispering, "no, no, no no no nonono," as ze reaches up unconsciously to put a hand over hir cheek. Hir skin starts to yellow and green in sickly shades, paleness threatening to bleach those new colors out. Kelly's arms slam into his own side as he is no longer cradling the new monkey student that he was trying to get out of the way. He stumbles disoriented for several moments trying to understand what in the heck just happened to him, and he stammers... until the blood coming out of Rasa sharply focuses his mind. Something his stint as an army brat slammed into him was first aid, and kneels down beside her, his own hand pressing against hers, trying to keep the pressure on the wound. "Oh crap... crap... crap..." he mutters in a slight panic. Shane stumbles in place, too, righting himself quickly and looking around. At the houses. At the others. At Faelan. His eyes narrow, claws still retracted as his hands lift to slam both palms outward hard towards Faelan's chest. "You /stupid motherfucker/, /grow the fuck up/ you pathetic asswipe what the fuck did you /do/." It's only Rasa's bleeding that draws his anger away, nose twitching. "-- Christ, fuck, goddammit." He pats at his clothing, but then looks at Rasa. "How clean is that blanket? It's not that deep. Faces just bleed a metric fuckton. Jesus. Rasa you okay?" Falling backwards at the push, Faelan blinks too confused to even react for a change rather than the usual disapearing trick that would come. "Bwah?" he replies as the phone in his hand makes the empty tone of lost call before ending. "I got away from the zombie..." He frowns and shakes his head, and pulls out a small plastic baggie that he had been rumaging for, dropping a film canister and a few other small baggies to the road in the process. The baggie proffered at least contains a roll of gauze and bandaids and some little tube with it. "Theres my first aid kit, put the cream on the thing first, then the bandaids." His brain starts going down his arrival checklist, finger ticking each off as he murmers them out loud. "Land, check. Immediate concerns, check. Call home...." He looks to the phone as he checks for signal. Like magic - or rather, mutation - when Kelly presses his hand against hir hand, his mind is then bombarded with a constant stream of Rasa's panicked thoughts and the deep depressing knell that seems to override them all. << He's dead. Oh god, he's dead. nothing there. nothing inside. just dead. gone. gone. dead. >> Also, from hir thoughts, there is a distinct feeling ze may throw up soon. Whispered underneath it all is a quiet repetition of, << sorry, >> but it's unfocused as to what where or who. Ze is also warm to the touch, hir fever letting up just a little in the cold air. "Dunno. Been sick all weekend. Not fresh. Sorry. Maybe .. water? Water... I smell.. water? Shane. Oh, god, Shane, I'm so sorry. Sorry." Kelly's mouth opens in a slight panic as he keeps his hands pressed in place as firm as he dares without hurting Rasa. The thoughts he picks up mixing deeply with his own focused panic and fear and he starts shedding tears that don't fully belong to him. Still, he sniffles it up, nodding when he sees the bandages that Faelan offers out. "Shane, right?" he says, glad he also knew what he was doing. "Get 'em ready, ok? I don't wanna let the pressure off until you got them ready, alright? Just try and stay calm, Rasa." "He's not a fucking /zombie/." Shane at least doesn't try hitting Faelan again, just snatches up the baggie of first aid kit in one sharp motion. "He's not a -- that's my fucking --" His razor-sharp teeth gnash together in a brief chomp. "That's /Daiki/, he's not -- fff. Water." He echoes this word with a shudder. "Water, I -- do you bring water in your -- bullshit coward kit? Should fucking wash -- water. Sorry. Should wash this." He turns away from Faelan kind of deliberately, very /determinedly/ not looking at the other boy as he moves to Rasa's side. "No...just iodine tablets." Faelan is frowning at the name calling, but theres more important things to worry about than responding to someone upset. Looking around as his phone finally reacquires a tower, he gestures to a nearby hose. "Should be from a well or city line. It should be clean enough." Setting the phone to preset for a teacher, he starts calling, looking around at the houses now. "Someone will probably call the police, or come out of a house soon though." He doesn't seem too sure by his voice if that is a good thing or not. "Stay calm?" << You stay calm. My friend just tried to eat me. FUCK! fuck. Sorry. Sorry. I'm sorry. >> Rasa still feels sick, staring at Shane, tears still trickling down hir cheeks. "Trying." Ze reaches hir free hand toward Shane. Hir mind continues to spin as hard as hir stomach seems to be. "Faelan..." Kelly tries to say, cringing his eyes as he attempts to separate someone else's words from his own inside is round noggin'. "If they do, you've gotta deal with them..." he sniffles more of his tears away, his vines staring to squirm and writhe even more energetically in his jacket, ripping noises coming from the cloth. "Cause you're probably the best face we got right now." "Someone tries giving us shit I will fucking kill them." It's hard to tell how serious Shane is about this; his grim tone doesn't sound like joking and his sharp teeth and claws make him at least /look/ like he could fill this threat easily. He picks up the end of the hose, stalking away from Rasa's reaching hand to turn it on to a very low stream. He reaches for Rasa's chin to tilt hir head back away from hir clothes; in his touch there is a heavy swirl of stress and worry and a deep wreching pain that he very much does not want to admit. << Looked dead smelled dead. Can't be dead can't be dead. >> Also a jarring feeling of surreality; he focuses on the trickle of cold water across his fingertips instead. /That/ is far more easy to parse than dead-but-still-attacking boyfriend. "S'gonna be a little cold. Kid. Kelly? Need to move your hand. Can you get those vines in check?" "Can hide us if we need to. Call first, then plan." As the phone is finally picked up on the other end, Faelan honestly doesn't care whom he managed to dial from his list. "We had a problem, my phone is broadcasting its gps beacon now. Need transport for four of us, with one medical emergency. We're on land at least, near houses. Rasa is injured from a bite pre jump. We need to get help quick before anything else comes up. I don't think we want to talk to the locals much." Its about as calm a voice as he gets, at least the practice helps in that. He walks around pacing, listening to response, eyes flickering over the nearby houses to be able to know what is approaching. Rasa moves forward to help get the water into hir wound but not drench hir. << He wasn't there, Shane. When he bit me, he touched me and he wasn't there inside. >> Ze can't keep it from him if ze tried. << I don't know where he is, but he wasn't there. >> Ze hisses when the water hits the holes in hir flesh and new hot tears flood down hir cheeks, hir hand bracing hirself up. << I'm sorry. Sorry. I'm so sorry. >> Ze digs hir fingers into the ground and finds the world spinning too much. Hir forward lean turns into a slow crawl into prone position, hir eyes closing as ze passes out.