forum Yellow Plague - Worldwide Zombie Apocalypse (Open; 8/12)

Started April 10, 2018 by @Peter_Duende language

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(You never know who's reading these RP's; younger kids use this website too.)
Cash readies himself, gripping the handle of his bat painfully. Suddenly, the noise at the door stops. He takes in a quick breath of surprise. "Where did you go?" He whispers almost silently, growing afraid.

Cowboy grins as he slinks along the side of the warehouse. Places like this hardly ever have just one door. His grin widens when he sees the back door. A few small crates are stacked against it, and the door itself is terribly rusted, but he should be able to get in in a cinch. The door protests slightly when he pulls it open, but no sound from within tells him anyone heard. He steps in, silently closes the door behind him, and makes his way through the warehouse, looking for souls to be released from this life.

Zoe heard a slight creak from the back. Alarms went off in her head. "He's here!" She whispered so soft that only Cash had heard it. She quietly positioned herself so she could shot anyone to entered the doorway.

Chills go up Cash's spine when Zoe's words finally register. He, they, she, whoever, is inside the building. He brandishes his bat and faces the large doorway of the hallway, making sure to keep behind a crate.

Pollux was suddenly shaking. He hid behind a crate, holding his gun in his hand, but he was unsteady and scared.

Cash sees Pollux's fear, obvious even though he can't see his eyes. It's the same fear that is that ever present ache in his bones, any moment could be his last. For a moment he hears his Dad's voice, clear from an old, dusty, wonderful memory. 'It's okay to be scared, Cash.' Sure, the whole situation had been about not wanting to shut the lights off for the night when he was 10, but it fits. 'But you can be brave even when you're scared. There's always room to be brave, even when there's fear." He had not totally understood his Dad's words then, but he does now. He grips his bat, grits his teeth, and waits for whatever comes down the hall.

Pollux leaned to the side of the crate, aiming his gun down the hall. As soon as he saw the cowboy, he panicked and opened fire. He was shaking too badly to shoot straight and he missed, instead alerting the man to his position. Pollux heard another gunshot, this one from the cowboy. He ducked back behind the crate, but when he brought his hand over his arm, he realized he was bleeding and had not escaped the shot. He did his best not to cry out in fear.

(Medic! We need a medic over here!! :P)
Bullets whiz past Cash's ears. For a moment he thinks he's dreaming. Then he thinks he's dead. What was he thinking? He should've looked for a gun as soon as he was on his own, as soon as the plague started. 'I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die.' It's his only clear thought. 'I'm gonna die.'

(When your medic is the one who gets hit)
Pollux was able to find where Cash was and he slid his gun across the floor to the other guy, knowing that he'd be better off shooting than Pollux was.

Zoe shot back rapidly. Bang! Each sound made as it hit it's target. Revenge. She was too angry to be scared. She saw the Cowboy's boy thump to the floor.

(XD Right! Crap.)
Cash stares at the weapon in shock for a millisecond before grabbing it. He risks a peek over the top of his crate; one. There's one of them from what he can see. Not twenty feet away, guns drawn….a cowboy. Cash would laugh at how stereotypical the guy looks, but he's too busy trying to blow the guy's brains out. He fires careful rounds in the direction of the murderer, yelling his throat raw as he does so.

She got out from under the table and kicked the body. Dead. Her face was unemtionaless.

(Okay, nothing happened while I was gone.)
Pollux was still sitting behind the crate, still quite horrified.
"That was… an uninfected person…" he said in a raspy voice. He knew that they had mentioned the cowboy earlier, but he still could not believe that someone uninfected would try to kill mankind's chance of overcoming the plague.

"Yeah." Cash stares at the body. "Some people are sick like that." Cash registers the drag on Pollux's voice and turns to him. "Hey, whoa. You okay?" He gets closer to him. "Whoa, you're not okay."

Pollux wanted to protest. He wanted to say everything was alright, but he wasn't so sure. Bullet wounds, anywhere on the body, could prove fatal if not treated properly.
"Just don't panic," he said, more for himself than for Cash.

Cash nods, eyes wide. "Here," He helps Pollux lower himself more to the floor. "Zoe, be sure that cowboy is actually dead."

Pollux used his uninjured arm to hold the opposite arm up above his heart. His fingers and hands were trembling as he did so.

"Okay." Cash kneels next to Pollux and looks, not focusing, on the wound. "Okay." He says again. He sets the gun off to the side and folds his hands together. "What do I do?"

"First and foremost, the bleeding has to be stopped. The bullet's still in there, I think, but we'll have to worry about that later. It'd probably kill me if anyone were to remove it now. Also make sure I keep this arm elevated. It reduces blood flow to the wound. Then… I'm not sure where to go from there yet. I-I'm more worried about surviving initially." Pollux tried to take deep breaths and not show his pain, but it was definitely the worst he'd ever been injured. He did his best to treat it like it was someone else's wound, not his own. That bit of dissociation kept him from panicking too much, but the pain was close to unbearable still. Pollux tried to sit up a little, but the pain alone was enough to make him faint.

"Oh, okay. Okay." Cash turns and snatches his backpack, pulling out a pack of t-shirts that he scavenged from a store a couple of weeks ago. He tears the plastic wrapping and pulls out a shirt. 'At least it isn't white.' he tells himself. "This is all I've got to work with," He tells Pollux, holding up the green t-shirt. "Oh." He pulls out an unopened water bottle. "And this."

"Yeah, help me tie that around my arm. Not too tight. No water. I'll clean it later with something else when I'm not dying." His consciousness started wavering even more, just from the pain and panic of the whole situation. "Although, honestly, I'm not feeling too good over here."

Zoe went to the (Cooler thingy??) And saw that there was some ice left over. She scooped it up and found a baggie to put it in. Then she picked up an old rag and walked over to Pollux. "Here." She said in a brittle voice .

Pollux placed the rag over the shirt tied around his arm and then placed the ice over that. The pressure increased the amount of pain he felt, but he knew that this was the only way to save himself. He sat all the way up, but just as soon, he was overcome by pain and emotions he had never felt before, and it was too much. He slumped over, losing consciousness for the time being.

Cash makes sure Pollux doesn't fall over and crack his head open on the cement floor; he sits him up against the crate. When he's done he turns and goes over to the body of the cowboy. There's a small smile on the man's face, and Cash shivers at the sight of it. "This guy was nuts," is all he can say.

Pollux was only out for a minute or two, but he woke up feeling dazed and struggling to come to terms with everything that happened.
"C-Cash…? Zoe…? Are you two still here?"

Cash quickly steps over to his wounded…friend? He swallows back his nausea at the sight of the wound. "Yeah, Pollux? We're here." He puts a hand on Pollux's shoulder to solidify his statement.

Pollux looked at the wound on his arm. It was bleeding a lot, which scared him. If he died, though, it wouldn't be fast enough. It would be painful and slow. "Okay… good." Pollux turned his head back and looked up at Cash.

Cash is shocked at how pale Pollux is. "Dude, we've got to stop this." He points at the wound. "Could you…" He frowns, looking closer at the wound. "Could you walk us through what to do?"