Derp Tank

Walter: ! Sshh! Ssshh, just keep looking at me, it's almost over, it's almost over... *he hugs Mia's head to his chest* It's almost over, ssshh...

Harry: *Also looks away* D:

Claire: Almost, almost... got it. *looks at it, then sets it down on a piece of gauze* You're lucky it was still in one piece...

Mia: *takes a shaky deep breath, and tries to blink away the tears that had formed in her eyes* Mnn...

Key: <:(

Walter: *he kisses her head*

Harry: *scoots a lot more away from his father's body*

Key: *glances at the old man's body before moving away with Harry*

Mia: *relaxes a bit, nuzzling into Walter's chest*

Claire: Okay, I need to clean this now. It'll sting, but not as much as when I pulled the bullet out.

Mia: Mhmm...

Claire: *proceeds to clean and bandage the bullet wound* ...

Harry: *quietly* ... W-we should get rid of it...

Walter: What, the body?

Mia: *quietly* It'll stink up the place...

Claire: *nods* Agreed. Just let me finish this...

Key: ...

Walter: Good idea. *he kisses Mia again*

Harry: *avoids looking at the body*

Claire: *finishes bandaging Mia* There you go. Try not to move that arm too much until it heals a bit.

Mia: *nods, still resting against Walter* ...

Claire: *gets up and grabs her gas mask, putting it on before going over to the body* Key, could you open the door for me?

Key: O-Oh, sure! *gets up and does so*

Claire: *drags the body outside, a bit away from the door, then runs back in before any infected can spot her*

Harry: *very uncomfortable*

Walter: *combs his fingers through Mia's hair*

Key: *closes the door behind Claire, and goes back over to Harry* <:(

Mia: *doesn't really want to move from where she's sitting* ...Walt, why did you do that...?

Claire: *sets her gas mask down and goes to put away the med kit* ...

Harry: *goes back to hugging Key*

Walter: ... I was going to kill him quickly. But then he hurt you.

Key: *hugs him without complaint* ...

Mia: You should have just KILLED him... I mean, he deserved it, but... none of us wanted to see that...

Claire: ... *goes to put the kit away, and to retrieve their weapons from the office*

Walter: I wanted to see that. That man reminded me of my dad. And I really, REALLY hate my dad.

Harry: *just hugs Key*

Key: *hugs Harry* ...

Mia: Mnhh... It still would've been better for all of us if you had just stabbed him and left it at that...

Harry: *tries to stop shaking*

Walter: ... You could have looked away...

Key: *hugs him a bit more tightly*

Mia: You know how when you're watching a horror movie, you can never bring yourself to look away? It was kind of like that, Walt.

Harry: *can't stop shaking*

Walter: Well he deserved every slash I gave him...

Key: *kisses his cheek, and nuzzles him* <:( ...

Mia: *can't really disagree with that... she sighs and tries to move into a more comfortable position against Walter, wincing when she moves her arm*

Claire: *comes back out with all their weapons, along with some extra ones that had been stashed in the office, and sets them on the counter* ...

Walter: Ohh... Got some nice guns there, Claire. Not that I'll use any. :D

Harry: *nuzzles Key back*

Claire: *nods* They'll come in handy for sure.

Mia: *rests against Walter* ...

Key: *quietly* Are you going to be okay...? <:(

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Old Man: P-please...!

Walter: *He then kneels down near the man and whispers in his ear rather loudly* I hate bullies. I hate bullies and brutes. Anyone who thinks they can step on another person. I especially hate abusive parents... Because then you just frack UP the kid... you frackED UP Harry like my mum and dad frackED UP me... I hope there's a hell... just so I know you get to BURN in it... *he then slashes the man's throat and watches him quickly bleed to death* ...

Harry: *lets out another small sob*

Key: --! *looks away before he cuts the man's throat. instead, she focuses on Harry again* H-He's gone now, Harry... He can't hurt you anymore...

Mia: *is still staring at Walter, hand over her bleeding shoulder*

Claire: ... I'll be right back... *gets up to go find a first aid kit*

Harry: *Quietly* Wh-why was he h-here...?

Walter: *He walks over to Mia and speaks to her, regaining his normal voice* ... Are you alright? How badly are you hurting? <:(

Old Man: *dead*

Key: I don't know... just bad luck on our part...

Mia: I-It could've been worse... I'll be fine...

Claire: *is digging around*

Harry: *he manages to sit up, and hugs Key tightly, shaking*

Walter: Well, I think Claire's gone off to find something to help, so just hold on, okay? <:/

Key: *hugs him just as tightly* I told you we'd be okay...

Mia: *nods, visibly pained*

Claire: *comes back with a first aid kit, and looks over Mia's wound again*

Harry: *he cries into her shoulder*

Walter: *gets out of Claire's way* :/

Key: *lets him, gently rubbing his back to encourage him* ...

Claire: ... Okay, it looks like it didn't go in too deep. Do you want me to try taking it out?

Mia: If it helps it heal faster, then yes. please.

Harry: *cries*

Walter: Try not to make loud noises. You might attract more zombies.

Mia: C-Can't make any promises...

Claire: Mmn. Here--*rolls up a small piece of cloth from the med kit* Just bite down on this. *digs around the kit for a pair of tweezers*

Mia: *takes it, and waits* ...

Key: *still hugs him*

Harry: *he nuzzles her while crying* S-sorry...

Walter: <:/

Key: *nuzzles him back* Don't apologize, Harry, there's no need to...

Claire: *finds them* Ooookay. Ready?

Mia: *puts the cloth between her teeth and nods, looking away*

Claire: *proceeds to try and extract the bullet*

Mia: !!! *hisses in pain, the sound muffled by the cloth*

Harry: ! *looks over at Mia and Claire*

Walter: *holds Mia's hand* <:(

Key: ! *looks over as well, wincing in sympathy*

Mia: *grips Walter's hand tightly, teeth clenched, cries of pain muffled by the cloth*

Claire: Almost there, just hold still...

Harry: *feels bad for Mia. He sniffles*

Walter: *keeps holding Mia's hand* It's okay, Mia... It's okay. Just don't look -- Just look at me, alright? <:(

Key: *looks away, feeling like she's witnessed enough pain today*

Mia: *looks up at Walter, trying to keep herself quiet, but failing miserably*

Claire: Almost--ah! Okay, I'm going to pull this out, hold still...! *pulls the bullet out*

Mia: !!!??!?? *cries out loudly, practically crushing Walter's hand*

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Old Man: Don't make me kick your @$$, y'stupid WHITE KNIGHT... *To Harry* This yer GIRLFRIEND 'r something, Boy?? YOU GOT'CHERSELF A GIRLFRIEND?? WHO THE HELL COULD LOVE YOU?? YER NOTHIN' BUT A LOSER!

Harry: P-please...! N-Not again...!

Walter: D8<

Key: *doesn't move--she musters up enough courage to manage a weak glare, though her hands still shake*

Mia: *sits up slightly, hand clenching into fists* ...

Claire: *looks at the gun in the man's hand, trying to think of a way to disarm him before he has time to pull the trigger* ...

Old Man: *He then hits Key again* I SAID MOVE, dog! D8<

Harry: !! D8>

Walter: D8< !!

Key: --!! *is knocked over to the side, stumbling to catch herself*

Mia: D8<!! Cut that out!!

Claire: --!!

Old Man: *he then shoots at Mia, getting her shoulder* D8<

Walter: !!! *He becomes so angry with this crazy old man that... He becomes oddly calm* ...

Harry: *shivers*

Mia: !!!!?? *yelps when she is shot, and immediately pulls away, and hand over her shoulder. she hisses through her teeth from the pain*

Claire: !!!

Key: D8>!??!

Walter: *he then stands up with his katana*

Old Man: SIDDOWN!

Walter: *When he speaks, he speaks in a hissing whisper. He is still calm. Almost... polite* I'm terribly sorry for offending you with my actions... I'm afraid, however, that you, yourself have offended ME. I apologize, sir, but I simply must slice your gut open and rip out your insides.

Harry: *Shudders*

Key: !? *straightens herself out, still sitting by Harry, and watches Walter*

Mia: *is in too much pain to really notice anything at the moment*

Claire: *is trying to help Mia stop the bleeding*

Old Man: Are you NUTS?? I'LL KILL YOU!! *points the gun at Walter*

Walter: Kill me? *He lets out a laugh not... quite like his own. A dark laugh. An evil laugh* You're going to try killing... me?

Old Man: What the frack are you trying to pull?? D8<

Harry: *Is getting quite scared of both his father AND Walter*

Key: *glances over at Harry, then back at Walter, also becoming quite unnerved* D:> ...

Claire: *glances over. She could already see Walter getting himself killed*

Mia: *briefly looks up, looking at Walter and the old man, concerned*

Walter: *He continues to speak in that hissing voice* Shoot me. I dare you.

Old Man: *He hesitates for a second, then tries shooting at Walter*

Walter: *hits the bullet with his katana*

Old Man: Wh-What the frack...?? D8 *shoots him again, over and over*

Walter: *Hits back every single bullet, laughing*

Harry: *Is terrified*

Claire: *blinks in disbelief*

Key: *is thoroughly freaked out* D8 ...

Mia: D:> ...

Old Man: WHAT THE FU -- AAHHH!! AHHHGH!!

Walter: *has sliced his gut open, just like he said he would*

Harry: *quickly crawls away from them* !!!!???

Key: D8!?!?! *backs away with Harry*

Mia: !!!

Claire: *gawks in surprise* !!!

Old Man: *lies on the ground, suffering*

Walter: Ohh... poor Mister Something-Or-Other. 'Arry's dad. Whatever. Drunk bastard.

Old Man: Whyy...?

Walter: Why do you THINK, you damned PRICK?? *slashes at him again*

Old Man: *cries out in pain*

Harry: *flinches*

Key: D8> ...

Claire: *looks away*

Mia: ...Walt... Walter, just kill him...! D:>

Walter: *He looks over at Mia, a madness in his eyes* Why can't we DRAG THIS OUT a little longer, hmm? He DESERVES pain... For what he did to Harry... to Key... to YOU.

Old Man: D-don't hurt me...! *He wheezes*

Harry: D8 ...

Mia: Walter, I'm fine, I'll LIVE... Just let the man die...!

Key: *nods in agreement. What the man had done to them was nothing compared to what Walter was making him suffer through* D8

Claire: ...Just end him, Walter...

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Old Man: *he throws Harry to the ground and stomps on him* This'll be FUN, Boy! Just like old times!

Harry: *He cries out and blubbers through his pain and terror* No, no, please...! Please stop, Daddy...!! PLEASE STOP...!!

Old Man: Nope! You did me wrong, Boy! You did me nothing but wrong! *stomps on him again*

Harry: *cries out again*

Walter: *Hates that he can do nothing but painfully watch as he's reminded of his own life before he ran away* D:< ...

Claire: *glances around, desperately trying to come up with something*

Mia: *watches, afraid* D:> ..

Key: *can't stand watching this anymore* S-Stop!! D8>

Old Man: *He stops, then looks over and glares at the one who interrupted him*

Harry: *Very quietly* ... K-Key... D8>

Old Man: *he walks over to Key and smacks her across the face very hard*

Walter: !!! D8<

Key: !! *is practically knocked over by the force of the blow*

Mia: ! *happened to be standing behind her, and steadies her, pulling her away from the crazy old man* D:<

Claire: D:<!!!

Old Man: *through his teeth* DON'T... SPEAK.

Harry: *He stares at Key, frozen* DDD8> ...

Walter: DB< ...

Key: *whimpers and nods feebly, a hand over where the man hit her* DDD8>

Mia: *glares angrily at Harry's father, keeping a firm grip on Key* DDD:<

Claire: D8< ... *keep looking for something, ANYTHING that she could use to at least distract the man, but nothing was within reach*

Harry: *tries crawling away*

Old Man: OH NO YOU DON'T! *he picks Harry up by the collar of his shirt and slams him against the opposite wall*

Harry: *struggles and screams*

Old Man: SHUT UP! SHUT UP!! *punches him over and over again*

Walter: DDDB< ...

Key: *looks away, covering her ears*

Mia: *watches, furious*

Claire: *is forced to admit defeat--there was nothing they could do right now* DDD:<

Old Man: *beats Harry for a while, then throws him to the ground again* I'mma goin' to the office room. None o' you say shoot. *he collects their weapons, save for the katana (as he figured anyone who tries using it could just be shot) and leaves them*

Harry: *lies on the ground, whimpering, his brow split, his nose and mouth bleeding, bruises developing all over*

Walter: *quietly* ... That old bastard... D8<

Key: *goes to Harry as soon as the man leaves, kneeling next to him, looking over his wounds* D8> ...

Claire: *looks around a bit more freely now that the man was gone, and groans in frustration when she notices the lack of weapons on the walls. she keeps her voice low* He must've hidden the weapons in the office...

Mia: *quietly* He had no right to attack us like that, what the hell is wrong with him...??

Walter: ... He's probably a drunk sociopath, just like MY parents were... DB<

Harry: *doesn't seem to notice Key there. He's too busy cowering*

Key: *decides that nothing is broken, as far as she can tell. she keeps her voice low* H-Harry? D:>

Mia: That STILL doesn't give him the right... DD:<

Claire: *quietly* We can't stay here. It's too dangerous.

Mia: *hisses quietly* But we can't leave without GUNS...! That'd be SUICIDE...!

Harry: *he whimpers. He's completely terrified*

Walter: I say we kill this prick.

Key: D:> *lightly touches his face, trying not to hurt him* Shh... we're going to be okay...

Mia: I say we knock the guy out, grab our guns, and get the hell out of here.

Claire: Shh...! The only problem is, if we try that, he'll DEFINITELY kill us.

Harry: *he lets out a tiny, shaking sob*

Walter: Knocking him out is too forgiving anyway.

Old Man: *smashes the door back open, stomping out*

Harry: *lets out a startled cry*

Key: !! *stays close to Harry* ...

Claire: ...

Mia: ... >:/

Old Man: *he carries a small pistol with him, ready to lash out at anyone. He kicks Harry in the ribs*

Harry: *yelps and lets out another sob*

Old Man: Oh SHADDUP... Damn baby.

Walter: DB<

Claire: D8< ...

Key: *impulsively puts herself between Harry and his father. she's quivering in fear, but she couldn't bear having to watch Harry suffer more abuse at the hands of this sociopath*

Mia: !!!

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Walter: God, you know what I just realized?

Harry: Mh?

Walter: They're still CHANGING... Like, they're just not STOPPING. That tank from earlier... it was BIGGER than what I saw before...

Claire: The green flu is constantly mutating. That's why we haven't been able to find a cure--every time we get close, it changes again, and the cure is useless.

Mia: Oh... D:>

Walter: One would have to create something that adapts with the virus... and that's impossible. D:>

Harry: *Is silent* ...

Key: Unless you make like... a counter-virus. If that's even possible. D;

Claire: If it's possible, they've probably already tried it.

Mia: Ssssoooo... it's hopeless?

Claire: I wouldn't say that just yet.

Walter: We could always try... NOT making a cure. Just nuke the zombies, I say.

Harry: NO! Those are still people! There HAS to be a cure! D8<

Key: Y-Yeah! If there's any way to bring them back, I say go for it!

Claire: "Nuking" them would put any survivors still out there at risk as well. The collateral damage would be too great.

Mia: Mnrhh... Is it even possible to bring them back, though? Like, yeah it might cure the virus, but what if they're left braindead or something? D:

Walter: Then it would have been all a waste.

Harry: Then we'd have no more THREAT. >:/

Key: It's better than just dropping BOMBS--that'd just kill EVERYONE. <:/

Claire: I have to agree with Key on this one.

Mia: :/ ...

Walter: Well, well... Well, oh look! A safe house! :D

Harry: It's a gun shop. Good. Maybe we can find better weapons.

Claire: *nods* Hopefully they aren't all gone.

Mia: Guns or not, it's still a safehouse. :D *opens up the door, and steps inside*

Key: *follows her in*

*they all walk in*

Old Man: *He leaps up from behind a counter and points a shotgun at them* WEAPONS ON THE GROUND! NOW! D8<

Harry: *immediately drops his gun* DDDDDDDD8 !!!

Walter: >:/ ... *knows he can't block a shotgun blast. He is forced to put his katana down*

Key: !! *is startles by Harry's almost immediate reaction, and drops her weapons as well* D:>!?!

Mia: D:! *sets her rifle down*

Claire: *hesitates, and does the same* What do you want?

Old Man: I want to be ALONE, here, missy! Don't like no GUESTS in MY safe house! GIT YERSELVES TO THAT WALL THERE! *he points to the wall on the right* AND DON'T MOVE ONCE Y'DO!

Harry: *immediately does as he's said, visibly shaking with fear*

Walter: D:/ *Also does what the old man says, confused by Harry's extreme fear of him*

Key: D:> *stays near Harry, also quite confused by his behavior*

Mia: *Harry's reaction to the man is starting to unnerve her. she moves towards the wall*

Claire: *also moves, trying to come up with a way to get out of this situation*

Old Man: *He looks the group over and only then really notices Harry* ... Harry? S'that YOU, Boy?

Harry: *Quietly, meekly, his voice shaking with his body* N-no...! N-no it's not...!

Old Man: *jabs the end of the gun at Harry's throat* WELL O'COURSE IT IS, Y'LITTLE dog! DO Y'EVEN REALIZE WHAT YOU DID WHEN YOU LEFT US?? YOUR POOR MOTHER'S DEAD BECAUSE YOU WEREN'T THERE! A REAL MAN WOULD'VE BEEN THERE, BOY!

Harry: O-o-oh g-god, n-no...!

Old Man: *screams at him, even smacking him while doing so* YOU'RE NOT A REAL MAN, YOU'RE JUST A LITTLE dog!! A dog, AND A PIG, AND A BOY, NOTHING BUT A LITTLE BOY!!

Harry: *Still shaking, he starts to cry, scared beyond rational thought*

Key: *wants to help him, badly, but fear has frozen her to her spot*

Mia: *just kind of stares in shock at the horrid coincidence. who would've thought Harry's abusive father would just so happen to be in THIS safehouse?*

Claire: *can't think of a way to escape that wouldn't involve one of them getting shot at, and this frustrates her--especially as she watches the scene in front of her*

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Walter: *slashes through two or three zombies that notice them as they walk*

Harry: *stays close to Key* ...

Key: ... *puts away one of her pistols, and takes Harry's hand instead*

Claire: *resists the urge to shoot the infected*

Mia: *continues to keep an eye out for specials*

Charger: *Roars in the distance*

Walter: *Freezes in horror* D8

Harry: *gets his gun ready*

Key: !! *pulls out her extra pistol*

Claire: *is ready*

Mia: *waits* ...

Harry: ... Where is it?

Walter: *FREAKING OUT* DDDD8

Claire: I don't know...

Mia: *frantically looking around* D:

Key: *also looks around* D:>

Charger: *RUNSATTHEM* ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO --!!

Harry: !! *Shoots at it like mad*

Walter: *stands rooted to the spot* DDDDDD8

Mia: !!! *uploads on the charger, intent on killing it before it comes close*

Claire: *also shoots at it*

Key: !! *takes a few shots at it, then notices a few commons attracted by the gunfire--so she shoots at them instead* D:>

Walter: *IS TERRIFIED*

Charger: *after a load of shots, it falls down*

Harry: *starts shooting at the common infected*

*and then a wad of green goop comes flying out of nowhere*

Mia: !! *steps aside to avoid it, and it splashes on the ground harmlessly* What the hell is THAT?!

Claire: --! *sees it, and immediately looks around for the source* Whatever you do, don't touch it!

Key: *keeps shooting commons* Why? D:>

Claire: It's ACID.

Walter: Blimey, so we've got acid-spewing zombies too, now?? D:<

Harry: *simply gets his gun ready* ...

Claire: Mhmm. If you hear something like a dying cat, shoot it. And make sure you're far away when you do.

Key: *kills another common* Nnh...

Mia: *keeps an eye out for it* ...

Walter: So definitely a job for a gun-user. *slashes through some commons*

Harry: ...

Spitter: *screeches from a distance, then spits again*

Claire: !! *steps back to avoid the goop, pushing Mia back with her*

Mia: !? *shoots at the spitter*

Spitter: *is shot down with another screech. it leaks a puddle of acid*

Mia: ...Ew.

Walter: Their faces...! THEIR FACES...!! DDD8

Harry: That was disturbing.

Mia: *shudders* Nyuuughhh... XC

Key: C-Can we keep going? D;

Claire: Let's.

*and so they do, carefully avoiding the dead spitter*

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Harry: *smiles a little at her sadly*

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Walter: Like... glance over every other second...?

Key: *smiles back a bit* We're going to be fine, okay?

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Mia: No, like... like, if-he-starts-acting suspiciously-we-should-pay-more-attention kind of not obvious. :I

Claire: :/

Harry: ... O-okay...

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Walter: Oh. :/

Key: ...okay. Come on, let's go back to everyone else...

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Mia: *sighs* Just pretend nothing happened.

Claire: *leans her head back against the wall with a thump. Hopefully they won't have to deal with this the entire trip...*

Harry: *he nods and goes with Key back to the others*

Walter: 'Eeeyy 'Arry. :/

Key: *gives them a small wave*

Claire: *stands, and quickly speaks up to avoid bringing back the previous topic* We should probably get ready to leave soon. We have a long way to go.

Harry: Right. *starts getting ready*

Walter: *gets his gas mask and things*

Mia: *grabs her gas mask, and goes to grab extra ammunition*

Claire: *is ready within moments--she waits for the others* ...

Key: *is also ready rather quickly* ...

Walter: *doesn't take long to get ready*

Harry: *still sick, he does*

Everyone: *waits* :I

Key: *helps Harry* <:/

Harry: *he takes an antibiotic*

*they leave and walk*

Walter: I say don't shoot anything unless you all have to. It's better to not attract any more zombies. *he cuts one down*

Claire: Would you be able to kill ALL of them? It's not just noise that attracts them...

Key: *stays close to Harry*

Mia: *walks along, looking around for special infected* ...

Walter: I'm quick enough to stop bullets. Surely I'm quick enough to kill all the commons. ;D

Harry: *stays close to Key* ...

Claire: Stop bullets? Heh. I'll believe it when I see it.

Mia: Ohhh, It's true. It's pretty badass.

Key: ...

Walter: Oh Mia, you flatter me ~

Harry: *snorts*

Mia: It's true, though! :P

Key: *smiles a bit*

Claire: I stand by my opinion. :I

Walter: Well anyways, don't shoot unless you absolutely have to.

Harry: ...

Claire: Roger that.

Mia: *nods*

Key: *keeps walking along quietly*

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Harry: I NEVER SAID YOU COULDN'T -- GODDAMMIT!! I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM, ALRIGHT?? HOW THE HELL DO YOU STOP THINKING ABOUT SOMEONE??

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Walter: How LONG should we wait? He really sounds like he's going to 'urt 'er! D8

Key: You think of something else! D:>

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Mia: Key's loud when she thinks there's good reason to panic. if we can't hear her, then she should be okay...

Claire: *is not quite convinced*

Harry: *he tears up* I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE!!

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Walter: *is very uncomfortable*

Key: Please try! I-I don't want you see you try to hurt yourself again... D:>

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Mia: ...She'll be fine...

Claire: *really wants to go over there*

Harry: *He's crying now* ... Wh-what do I think of...?

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Walter: *fidgety* >__>;

Key: <:( *reaches up and puts both hands on either side of his face* You can think of US... of ALL of us, and how we're going to make it to the safe zone...

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Mia: ...And then, silence.

Claire: Mnh...

Harry: *he hugs her, letting himself cry. He's grateful to have her with him*

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Walter: "Silence" could mean anything. <__<;

Key: *hugs him, rubbing his back, letting him cry. He needed it* ...

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Mia: Did you HEAR someone hitting someone? D:/

Claire: You give him too much credit...

Mia: Ugh, fine. I'll go check. *gets up, and quietly goes over there*

Harry: *Just keeps crying and hugging Key, upset, depressed*

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Walter: .__.;

Key: *quietly* Shhh... We're going to be okay, I promise...

Mia: ... *peeks over there, then smiles a bit before scurrying back over to the other two, sitting back down next to Walter*

Claire: ...Well??

Mia: They're having a moment. I think it's best to leave them be. ^^;

Harry: *he tries to stop crying a few times and can't*

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Walter: ... 'Arry certainly has quite a few episodes... :/

Key: *lets him cry, trying to comfort him as best as she can*

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Mia: ..From what little I know, I can't really blame him...

Claire: *raises an eyebrow*

Mia: *notices* S'not my place to share. He'll talk about it when he wants to. :/

Harry: *he eventually calms down, sniffling*

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Walter: Poor 'Arry. So obviously depressed. :/

Key: ...You gonna be okay?

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Claire: Well, he's gonna have to get it together if he doesn't want to get himself killed. I don't think that'd be good for ANY of us.

Mia: I'm just happy he has Key...

Harry: ... Y-Yeah... Thank you...

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Walter: Agreed and disagreed. He may be with Key, but how long will it be until he really snaps and hurts her? <:/

Key: *nods* anytime... If you need to talk, just... let me know. I'll listen. <:(

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Mia: ...That, I'm not sure of...

Claire: Then we'll have to keep an eye on him.

Harry: *quietly* O-Okay...

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Walter: Agreed.

Key: *leans up and kisses his cheek*

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Mia: Mmh. As long as we're not too obvious... <:/

Claire: Of course.

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Walter: Well hello, Claire the military lady! What do you have there? Cans and things? :3

Harry: XC ...

Claire: You are absolutely correct. *passes out the cans*

Mia: Thaaank you. ^^ *pops open the can and eats*

Key: XC *also takes a can*

Walter: *takes a can and DEVOURS*

Harry: *picks at his food* ...

Claire: *sits down near them and also eats*

Key: *was hungrier than she thought--she quickly empties the can*

Mia: *eats* ^^

Walter: *finishes the meal quickly*

Harry: *still picking at his food* ...

Key: *is also done pretty fast*

Mia: *paces herself*

Claire: *glances outside through the bars* ... It's getting colder out.

Walter: Well, we found clothes if you want something. :/

Harry: *picks at his food* ...

Claire: I'll be fine, I'm just curious about how the infected will react...

Mia: Why would it make a difference? :/

Claire: Infected have thinner blood. They can't stay warm as well as we can.

Key: ...huh. *eats*

Harry: ... Funny... even if I HAD brought Todd along, he would've... died anyway...

Walter: D:

Key: D:> ...

Claire: *is confused*

Mia: Err... a friend. He got infected early on...

Claire: I'm sorry to hear that. <:/

Harry: ... No you're not. You don't ACTUALLY care -- you never even KNEW him... But this is awkward for you... So I'll be quiet now...

Walter: D:> ...

Claire: ... I lost friends to the infection too, Harry. We all did.

Key: *is very quiet* ...

Mia: *also goes quiet, fidgeting awkwardly--though she knew Claire was right* ...

Harry: ... Well then congratulations. You're better than me. You didn't try hanging yourself, you're the stronger person, and you win. >:/

Walter: D:> Guys...

Claire: *is at a loss for words* D:> ...

Mia: D:> ...

Key: !! *moves to stand up, taking Harry's hand and tugging it gently, trying to get Harry to come with her*

Harry: *snorts and goes with Key*

Walter: D:> ...

Key: *pulls him over to the other end of the safehouse, where the others can't hear them* Harry, you can't just SAY stuff like that to people...! D:>

meanwhile

Claire: ...

Mia: ...Uhm... It's not your fault, it's a uh... touchy subject... D;

Harry: *suddenly explodes at her* Y-YOU DON'T GET IT! YOU HAVEN'T EVEN KNOWN ME OR TODD F-FOR A YEAR -- YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW IMPORTANT HER WAS TO ME!! YOU'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND -- NONE OF YOU WILL!! DB<

meanwhile

Walter: *hears this rather clearly* ... Oy. Do you think we should help Key out? 'Arry sounds like he might... er... DO something...

Key: !! *flinches away from him, watching him with wide eyes* I-I know we won't, Harry! B-But that doesn't mean w-we can't mourn our losses either! D:>

meanwhile

Claire: *goes to stand up*

Mia: No, no, wait... give it a minute.

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Walter: *is happy there*

Harry: *groggily wakes up* ...?

Mia: *is also quite comfortable*

Key: ! *nuzzles Harry* morning...

Claire: *asleep*

Walter: *looks over at Harry and Key* ?

Harry: G'morning...

Key: *quietly* How are you feeling?

Mia: *waking up* ...?

Claire: *asleep*

Harry: ... Better.

Walter: :D

Key: Good. :D

Mia: :)

Claire: *waking up* ...?

Harry: Mh... *he smiles at Key and hugs her*

Walter: :)

Key: *hugs him back, nuzzling him* <3

Mia: C:

Claire: *looks over and smiles a bit, before getting up and quietly going over to the back room*

Harry: *nuzzles her back*

Walter: So when're you two going to bang each other? :P

Harry: WALTER! D////8<

Key: You can't just ASK stuff like thaaaat! D////8<

Mia: Yes we can, because we just did. It's a valid question. ;3

Harry: Okay, but YOU didn't ask it, WALTER did! And he SHOULDN'T of!! D8<

Walter: Gahaha! XD

Mia: Well MY question is why HAVEN'T you banged yet? :P

Key: B-Because there's no reason to RUSH! D8<

Harry: R-Relationships aren't about physical contact! D8<

Walter: How do you know, 'Arry? This is your first one. :3

Key: But it's not MINE! I dated a guy for a YEAR and we never did anything! D:<

Mia: Riiiiiiiight. Pretty sure you were a loooot more intimate than you two are being right now, thouuuugh~

Key: What part of "WE DATED FOR A YEAR" did you MISS??

Harry: How much more intimate do you want us to GET?? D8<

Walter: Making out? At LEAST once?

Harry: Do we LOOK like the kind of people who'd do that? Plus I'm SICK! D8<

Key: Do you want me to CATCH whatever the heck it is he has?? I don't think we can afford stopping for another half a week! D:<

Mia: You two are so easy to rile up, it's adorable. <3

Harry: THE frack'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?? D///8<

Walter: Tee hee ~

Mia: *simply snickers, and says nothing* CX

Key: *huffs and pouts, crossing her arms*

Claire: *comes back with a few cans of food* ... I can feel the tension in here, you guys. :P

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