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[perfectsymmetry]

[Downtown, backed against a store front surrounded by zombies are two figures. One is Silence, holding his arm where he was bitten, blue blood trickling from between his fingers. The other is Crowe, who looks panicked and frightened, doing his best to shoot down the horde surrounding them. He won't be able to do it forever, he'll run out of bullets eventually. Before that happens, Crowe grabs Silence by the other arm, kicks the zombie in front of him down the an impressive force, and makes a break for it, down an alley, where Crowe will keep an eye out. he looks totally defeated.]

S-Silence, I... I'm so sorry.


Stalking through the streets now is Crowe, leading along an injured Silence by the hand. Crowe is holding out a pistol, and looks frightened, tired and panicky. Silence, most notably, is missing an arm. Crowe will stop to shoot any of the zombies that come their way in the head without hesitation, but his aim isn't the greatest right now. Crowe's trying to get him to the hospital or church, whatever he can get to first. Any other zombie fighters out there care to help? Any zombies looking for another snack?

[[OOC - replies will come from both Crowe and Silence in this post!]]

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[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[After what must seem to be an interminably long table ride, the whole thing will jolt to a stop.]

Everyone alright? We've made it.

[Lucas will hop off quickly and scurry around back to help Crowe and silence off.]

[mute-mystic.livejournal.com]

[Silence had kept his eyes closed for the rest of the ride, leaning lightly on Crowe; he might almost have been asleep - or unconscious. But as soon as they stop, his eyes open again, flicking over Crowe and Lucas both before scanning their surroundings for threats.

He's aware that Crowe and Lucas are both at risk while they're fretting over him, so it's best if he gets himself to safety quickly. But it suddenly occurs to him that, once he's been gotten somewhere safe...Lucas and Crowe will probably go off again, looking for more survivors, and he won't be able to watch over either of them. His expression reflects his distress at the thought...but he can't easily communicate his worry to either of them, not without slowing them down more.

So, rather than holding them up, he slips off the table - though he grabs the edge of it once he's standing to steady himself. He's already feeling a bit better, but there's still a bit of dizziness there.]

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[Crowe slides off too, and address them both.] It's probably safer for all of us inside at the moment.

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

Mr. Silence, we should get you to an actual doctor who might be able to examine you... I don't know enough to do anything but mass-heal.

[The table will become steady as a rock as Silence leans on it for support. Lucas will offer an arm.]

[mute-mystic.livejournal.com]

[Silence shakes his head at this with a small, rueful smile, though he takes Lucas' arm willingly enough. The boy will be able to pick up on a very clear thought from him - I would need a mystic doctor, and Nusakan isn't here anymore.

He moves toward the house, although he glances back over his shoulder to make sure Crowe is following them.]

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[Oh yeah. You won't get rid of him just yet. He's following while keeping his eye and his gun on the surroundings.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Lucas has often thought in the past that it would perhaps be more useful to be the conventional type of psychic - mind-reading wasn't something he did well, or at all. But he had come to realize in his time with Silence that, much as he was able to read animals with perfect clarity, he could read Silence through his body, his expressions, and probably, something... more. Whether it was because Silence wasn't human, because of their close proximity, or because Lucas's empathy was more powerful than he thought, Silence's thoughts had never been difficult to guess.]

But, I guess... your physiology might be difficult to work with...

[He'll frown a little as he leads Silence through the doors of the hospital.]

[mute-mystic.livejournal.com]

[Silence's eyebrows raise slightly - perhaps Lucas' remark was coincidental, but if it was then it was extremely well-timed - but he gives the boy a confirming nod to show that yes, he read Silence right.

Once inside, he looks around curiously. It's been a very long time since he's seen the inside of a hospital like this - partially because any medical concerns of his own had been tended to by Nusakan, who has a private clinic, and partially because a hospital like this one is decidedly outdated by his own world's standards. Either way, his mild curiosity certainly doesn't add up to the demeanor a recent amputee victim would be likely to have under any other circumstances...though he does sit down rather gratefully in a chair, as soon as he spots an empty one.

The bloodlust, he inwardly notes, is gradually fading; certainly it's getting no worse. He seems to be past the worst of it.]