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 Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 3:55 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2011 2:34 pm
Derek groaned as he hobbled toward the front of the hospital, his left leg dragging behind slightly as he limped toward the entrance. He had been on the run, trying to get out of the open and find some shelter when he stumbled across the hospital. He needed to get inside, secure a room and check out his leg. Shouldering the front door of the hospital open he grimaced as he limped into the hospital. Pausing just inside of the hospital he swiftly drew his Beretta 92F. Glancing around the seemingly deserted yet ravaged hospital he pointed his handgun in-front of him and slowly advanced into the hospital, ignoring the half eaten bodies that lay around and the blood smeared walls. Heading down the corridor cautiously and as fast as he could he came across a locker room, quickly and quietly he slipped inside the room and leaned back against the door.
Groaning softly at the pain radiating in his leg he gently pushed himself off the door and surveyed the room. Finding no threats he made sure the room was secured before searching the lockers for anything he could use to patch his leg up. He managed to find some Gauze Pads, some medical wipes and a roll of bandages, it wasnt much but it would do for now. Grimacing he slumped to the floor and ripped his gas mask of his head, dropping it next to him, He let his head rest against the wall behind him. Closing his eyes he concentrated on breathing for a moment before opening his eyes again and concentrating on his leg.
Pulling up out his combat knife he carefully cut open his pant leg and peeled away the fabric from the wound. Hissing in pain he looked down at the gunshot wound in his lower leg. Bloody traitors he thought as he set about cleaning around the gunshot wound as best as he could, trying to muffle the groans of pain escaping his lips. After he had cleaned the wound he ripped open a gauze pad using his teeth and quickly placed it over the wound. After securing the gauze pad and wrapping a bandage around his leg he rested his head against the wall and closed his eyes once more. Trying to ignore the burning pain in his leg he wondered where it had all gone wrong, where he had slipped up, why his own team had turned against him and left him for dead, why his second in command had shot him in the leg and left him to die in this place where the dead walked. He knew the answer of course; Umbrella had ordered it.
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Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2011 10:00 pm
 Taylor stealthily crept up to the doors of the hospital, scanning around for zombies as she drew out her blade. She glanced down and noticed blood droplets leading into the hospital. Raising an eyebrow, she slowly opened the door and peered inside cautiously. Nothing. No zombies.
She followed the trail of blood with her blade raised at eye-level in case of any "dead man walking" sightings. She heard a groan full of pain. She quickly, but very quietly, hid behind a nearby counter. She eyed the man sitting against against a wall with a bandaged leg. Clearly he was human, and seemed rather injured. She cautiously walked toward him and stopped about 5 feet away from him and tilted her head curiously. "Need help?" were the only words her naturally quiet voice produced.
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 5:38 pm
Derek's eyes flashed open as he heard a voice in front of him, startled, he instinctively raised his handgun and pointed it at the person standing in front of him. After staring at the girl for a moment he lowered his gun and glanced down at his leg before looking back up at the girl, smiling slightly. "Nah, l'll be fine, thanks." He paused and pursed his lips before adding. "..Although l could use some help getting up, if you wouldn't mind" He knew attempting to stand up on his own would hurt like hell and he really didn't need to add to the pain he was already in. He would most likely be alright to walk on his own as soon as he was on his feet again. But getting back on his feet would be the tricky part and he knew now he would need all the help he could get.
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 6:15 pm
Taylor smiled, walked up to the man, and proceeded in gently putting his right arm over her shoulders. "One... Two... Three." she whispered, helping him move up on three. When he was up she helped him lean himself against the wall for support, just in case he lost his balance and put pressure on his bad leg by mistake. She glanced at his leg again. It looked like, what ever was under that bandage, was probably quite bad and worried her, and caused her to be curious on what had actually happened to him. "..A-are you infected?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 12:26 pm
Derek grimaced as she helped him stand and was grateful when she helped him lean against the wall. He would be fine as long as he took things slow to start off with. Putting his handgun into its holster he bent down slowly and picked up is gas mask that he had taken off earlier, attaching it to his belt he slowly straightened up and looked at the girl who had helped him. "What? Oh! No, l'm not infected. I haven't been bitten so don't worry, l wont turn into one of them things" He answered and gave what he hoped was a reassuring smile, hoping to ease the girls concern.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 12:39 pm
Taylor motioned to help him if he hurt himself as he reached down for his gas masked, but he seemed fine. She looked him in the eyes as he answered her question. "Good!" she said, then paused a moment and smiled as he did. "..Do you mind if I ask what did happen to you?" she asked, shyly but curiously. She bit her lower lip waiting for any kind of answer.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 1:03 pm
Derek hesitated a moment before answering, contemplating whether or not he should tell her. "I was shot by some people l used to work with. I thought l could trust them but apparently l couldn't" Running a hand through his hair he sighed. He still couldn't believe that they had betrayed him. Ah well he thought best not to dwell on it. I need to concentrate on getting out of this place first and then l'll be worrying about that. "So what brought you to the hospital?" He asked, curious as to why she would come to the hospital instead of the police station or some place else.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 1:12 pm
Taylor looked at the floor. "I didn't exactly have anywhere to go, so I was just.. Wandering.. And came across a trail of blood and thought someone may be hurt.. Or in trouble.." she said. She put her toe to the ground and looked back up at him. She didn't bother asking him about why he was here, as the answer was rather obvious.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 1:33 pm
"I see, well l'm glad you came here or l might still be on the floor" Derek said with a lopsided smile as he pushed himself away from the wall and attempted to steady himself, his hand hoovering next to the wall in case he lost his balance and had to catch himself. Once he was steady on his feet he cautiously put some pressure on his injured leg and grimaced slightly at the pain that flashed through his leg. Glancing at the girl he realized he didnt know her name. "Do you mind if l ask what your name is?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 1:39 pm
Taylor made a small giggle at the lopsided smile, and watched him try to get his balance and put weight on his wounded leg. "M-my name is Taylor.." she started. "..What's yours?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 2:00 pm
Derek flashed her a lazy grin as he stood at attention and saluted "Derek Morgan at your service" He stated as he lowered his hand and relaxed his stance after a moment, taking some weight of his injured leg. "Now Taylor, how about we get out of this room and search the hospital for any more survivors or supplies we could use?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 2:10 pm
Taylor made a biggish smile and almost made a small laugh when he saluted. She made a small bow. "Sounds good," she said as she looked around the room they were currently in.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 2:40 pm
Derek nodded and gingerly took a few steps forward, finding that he could just about walk on his leg he grinned and headed toward the door cautiously. "I've already checked in here and l used the stuff l did find to fix up my leg, there wasn't much" Reaching the door he stumbled slightly and placed his hand on the wall next to the door to stop himself falling. "Right, lets get moving" Derek said as he pulled his handgun out of its holster.
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Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2011 2:50 pm
Taylor watched Derek walk to make sure he didn't fall while walking. When he stumbled she took a few steps forward but he caught himself. With a sigh of relief, Taylor took the shotgun that was slung over her shoulder with a strap and kept it in her hands, in case she had to fire at anything. "Alright."
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