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thefakebox2020-06-16 10:34 pm
extalon) wrote in thefakebox2020-06-16 10:34 pm
[Zombie AU; RE]
[Warehouse]
“Merde.” Baptiste cursed as he looked at the abandoned warehouse that they found themselves in. The door is barricaded, so there is no chance of the zombies getting inside. But the problem was Claire and himself getting out. He could see a walkway above, though the stairs leading to it had fallen down from disrepair. But there wasn’t anything they could do about that now. Maybe they could find some way to scale it.
“What do you think? Can we get up there?” He asked as he nodded his head in the direction of the walkway. There were honestly only two options, the walkway or unbarricade the door and try to move through that giant horde of Zombies. Given enough time, they might disperse some and make things easier, but he doesn’t know how long that might take.
[City Encounter]
Baptiste got separated from his unit. The collapse of a building separated him from them. But being on his own wasn’t a foreign concept to him. He’s been in situations where the only person that could watch his back was him. The thing that has him most worried, though, is that he’s the team medic. If he’s not there to patch up his people, they might die.
He had to take a moment to collect his calm and reassure himself that they weren’t babies. They could handle themselves for the time being. All he has to do is stay alive and he would see them again. He’s hold up in an old general store now. And soon he hears the sound of something moving near the backdoor. He doesn’t startle, he doesn’t speak. He raises his gun and takes aim towards the back door at a spot where a Zombie’s head might be when it steps through.
[Down Time]
This established basecamp is a safe haven for so many. Fenced in, guards on towers, food and medics on hand. It’s not big and it wasn’t going to change the world, but for Baptiste, it was a slice of heaven in this crazy world that got turned upside down. He sat across from Claire at the moment, his rifle on the table as he was finishing up his meal. He needs to clean it and have it prepped for when they go out tomorrow.
They are going to check the nearby city for survivors and he and his weapon needed to be in top shape. But for the moment, he just needed to fill his stomach.
“You check your gear yet?” He says as he takes his spoon out of his soup and points it at said gear.
“I don’t want to have to pull your butt out of the fire if your gun jams.” He says, a tone in his voice conveying that he’s only teasing. He knows he doesn’t have to worry about her.
[Patching Up]
Sitting in Claire’s tent, Baptiste examined her injuries. His medic bag sat open next to him as he looked her over. Nothing was life threatening. She’s gotten hurt while they fought in the city. Explosions, crashing through windows, shrapnel. It was a hell of a battle and he’s honestly surprised she did die.
But no one is invincible. And he wanted to keep her alive, he was going to have to patch her up. Stitches, disinfectant, it was going to end up hurting quite a lot. Its not like he had stuff to numb the pain. Nothing other than a shot of alcohol if she was a drinking sort of woman.
“You need a minute before we get to this? You aren’t going to die from these injuries in the next hour or so.” But left untreated, she might not survive.
“Merde.” Baptiste cursed as he looked at the abandoned warehouse that they found themselves in. The door is barricaded, so there is no chance of the zombies getting inside. But the problem was Claire and himself getting out. He could see a walkway above, though the stairs leading to it had fallen down from disrepair. But there wasn’t anything they could do about that now. Maybe they could find some way to scale it.
“What do you think? Can we get up there?” He asked as he nodded his head in the direction of the walkway. There were honestly only two options, the walkway or unbarricade the door and try to move through that giant horde of Zombies. Given enough time, they might disperse some and make things easier, but he doesn’t know how long that might take.
[City Encounter]
Baptiste got separated from his unit. The collapse of a building separated him from them. But being on his own wasn’t a foreign concept to him. He’s been in situations where the only person that could watch his back was him. The thing that has him most worried, though, is that he’s the team medic. If he’s not there to patch up his people, they might die.
He had to take a moment to collect his calm and reassure himself that they weren’t babies. They could handle themselves for the time being. All he has to do is stay alive and he would see them again. He’s hold up in an old general store now. And soon he hears the sound of something moving near the backdoor. He doesn’t startle, he doesn’t speak. He raises his gun and takes aim towards the back door at a spot where a Zombie’s head might be when it steps through.
[Down Time]
This established basecamp is a safe haven for so many. Fenced in, guards on towers, food and medics on hand. It’s not big and it wasn’t going to change the world, but for Baptiste, it was a slice of heaven in this crazy world that got turned upside down. He sat across from Claire at the moment, his rifle on the table as he was finishing up his meal. He needs to clean it and have it prepped for when they go out tomorrow.
They are going to check the nearby city for survivors and he and his weapon needed to be in top shape. But for the moment, he just needed to fill his stomach.
“You check your gear yet?” He says as he takes his spoon out of his soup and points it at said gear.
“I don’t want to have to pull your butt out of the fire if your gun jams.” He says, a tone in his voice conveying that he’s only teasing. He knows he doesn’t have to worry about her.
[Patching Up]
Sitting in Claire’s tent, Baptiste examined her injuries. His medic bag sat open next to him as he looked her over. Nothing was life threatening. She’s gotten hurt while they fought in the city. Explosions, crashing through windows, shrapnel. It was a hell of a battle and he’s honestly surprised she did die.
But no one is invincible. And he wanted to keep her alive, he was going to have to patch her up. Stitches, disinfectant, it was going to end up hurting quite a lot. Its not like he had stuff to numb the pain. Nothing other than a shot of alcohol if she was a drinking sort of woman.
“You need a minute before we get to this? You aren’t going to die from these injuries in the next hour or so.” But left untreated, she might not survive.