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Nicholas laughed heartily at Vera's punch. He too remembered the promise of a third slap and happily accepted the thump in its place. In a daze of the moment, he saw the guard that Vera took notice of before he did. He came toward them with his shotgun and ammo.

"Don't get too wild with that thing" Nicholas said sarcastically to the guard. His dislike for them always surfaced quicker than he prefered. He didn't trust them.. He prefered to rely on protecting his own and himself.

He accepted Vera's hand and got to his feet. He brushed the leaves from his pants and nudged forward at the girls suggestion. He now lead them through to an area that Avery often found in her fits of rage. They slowed to taking just a few steps at a time listening closely. As they neared a larger oak, the sounds of a girl talking low came from above them. "Avery?" Nicholas said lowly. He looked up to see Avery straddling a girthy branch. She dropped from the tree directly in front of the two. She didn't pass a glance toward Vera, but kept her eyes directly on Nicholas.

"Are you alright?" Nicholas asked Avery.
"Well...... I do feel better..."
"Good..."
"Im not going with you if shes coming though."
"Yes you are. Avery this is Vera. She is going to stay with us for a day or so."

Avery then agreed to stay at the apartment. She seemed a little happier and accepting.

Nicholas turned back to Vera to see how she was taking Avery's sudden change in mood. Avery gave an odd look to Vera telling her she hello. Nicholas knew that she would soon accept her, but she wasn't used to change. He had neglected to tell Vera that Avery had bipolar disorder and often had these mood swings. It didn't make her an incompatant fighter, but did cloud her judgement. She shouldn't be left alone often. Nicholas figured he'd tell Vera later in private.

"Lets go home?" Nicholas said after a short silence.
 
Upon locating Avery, Vera had been almost certain that some form of an argument or fight would ensure, though when none came she was relieved, she was also somewhat more wary of the female. Her anger was still evident though in the way she ignored Vera's existence, and it hurt, making her internally wince at the pointed distrust and denial of her existence. It wasn't a completely new feeling, but that certainly did not make it hurt any less, simply allowing it to follow the path of an already burrowed tunnel of contempt that had previously been carved by various others. Vera sighed inwardly, not blaming the girl. The surprise came when Avery suddenly broke from the disagreement with Nicholas and seemed almost happy to acquiesce to coming back with them now, and her staying. It crossed the girl as odd at the time but was quickly forgotten as a small, polite smile came to her face at Avery's greeting/ acknowledgement of her, quickly returning the pleasantry in earnest. After a short pause that was neither awkward nor peaceful, Vera appreciated Nicholas's suggestion, showing so with a hasty nod. "Let's."

The journey back to the place that she would temporarily call her home was no more eventful than the trip entering the woods, a simple matter of tracing their paths the way they had come, in order to avoid any undiscovered traps. When they passed through the area of undead who's bodies were entrapped within the trees, she paused for only a second, looking around for the remnants of the snares so that she might discover how they operated. She wasn't a masterful artist when it came to gears and pullies, but she liked to view herself as not too shabby either, delighted whenever the odd creature was caught in the surrounding suburbs where she may have placed something quite a while ago. Her fingers absentmindedly twisted a simple, silver band of metal that sat comfortably on her middle finger, tightening and loosening it as she gazed around her, eyeing the trees and bodies, puzzling herself on how they came to get up there and become impaled without blood being spilled below the trees, which would alert other undead to stay away. Her hand slipped, letting her ring spin in a brief form of free-fall before becoming submerged beneath several small piles of fallen foliage a few feet ahead of her. A voice beckoned for her to come along, but she didn't hear it, on her knees in an instant with her hands rummaging in the darkness, eyes wide to try and take in as much light as was available. She had to find it! It was the only keepsake she had left, and a bit of dirt and clumsiness was not about to keep her from it.

Relief flooded her face as her fingers met the cool, familiar touch of the metal, which quickly turned to a frown when she tried to pull her arms free of the leaves. Vines or a thick root had taken hold of her wrists, tightening them together more the harder she tried to pull away until it was almost painful. The sound of something being reeled in rapidly, like a fisher's line being returned after hooking a catch, started up from above the girl, making her eyes widen in realization a moment too late. With a short yelp, her body was suddenly jerked violently off the ground, ripping bits of cloth, hair and skin from her being as she ascended higher into the trees; their short, claw-like branches snagging on her momentarily before the strength of the reel continued to pull her skywards, disregarding any damage done to its latest find. It jerked to a halt near to the halfway mark up the large plant, leaving Vera to spin one way or the other as her bindings straightened themselves out after their straineous task. She attempted at a wave towards those on the ground, though realizing that she couldn't move her arms in such a way, she substituted the movement by using her legs, which in all honestly appeared more like a struggling call for help. She sighed, allowing herself to go limp. At least now she knew how the bodies got upwards, even if she wasn't all that positive on the forces behind it, she had a rough image of how such a contraption might work, where it used the strength of the quarry against it.

The soft hiss of the ropes continued to buzz in her ears and at first she was confused at how it was possible, until she remembered the benefits of the kinetic energy that must have been built up during her ascendancy. It was a double trap that was powered by the strength and weight of its prey. Ingenious. But where-

As if sensing her unspoken question, a set of three long, thin, sharp branches of wood came shooting through the air in her direction, their settings of accuracy also automatically adjusted with the figure of her weight. Another yelp passed her lips as she twisted against the binds, turning her into a squirming target that the 'arrows' would be slightly less likely to hit. One flew by within an alarmingly close proximity, making the girl swallow with nerves, throat suddenly dry and an urge to vomit dangerously close to breaking edge. The second one came even closer, gently scraping her cheek like a wicked kiss of departure, causing tears to come to her eyes as some of the sensitive flesh was pulled away with the bark. Her eyes shut tightly as she knew the third and final shot was about to be thrown, disbelieving in the chances of it missing her this time.
 
Feeling tired Terrance headed back to the truck he had taken note of to find it still there but something was in it. he opened the door and the moon light shined on a zombie. Terrance put a shot through its body and it fell dead on the floor. it looked like the truck had been raided but the raiders were dead as there was a guy slumped in the corner with a sniper rifle in his hand. Terrance stabbed the corps in the head to make sure it was dead and took the rifle and moved to and fro from the truck to a nearby Heavily Barricaded Office. Terrance Wrenched loose a board on the window and forced the window open squeezed through and turned his torch. looking around he checked and cleared out the room and started up the Generator in the Basement. It putted and whirred as it started up with a quiet hum and the lights flicker on filling the place with light. the building was two stories high and gave Terrance an nice Vantage point on the roof.
Terrance put his Bag in a cupboard with the weapons he found in the truck and shut the door taking only his combat knife and the Uzi and the tool kit, He opened the door and kicked loose the wooden boards covering the door and went out side and nails back down the Board on the window that he had used to get in through and went back in side and pushed a heavy but empty of its content Drinks machine and built a ramp out of a large metal door so he could push the photocopier on a flat bed trolley on top to block the door up fully. wiping his forehead Terrance took the now empty trolley and put it to one side.
 
Avery and Nicholas looked back to see Vera being shot into the air. The rope that bound her drug her like a doll upward into the trees amongst the other trapped walkers. Nicholas raised his rifle seeing that she was much too close to the biting corpses. Taking aim he put a round through the head of one biter. Being slightly more careful he squeezed off another, sending it close by Vera into a walker on her right. Nicholas noticed that there was a machine lowering down in front of Vera with pointed tips protruding from its ends. The tubes containing the sharp tips had some kind of shaft at the back that must act as a propulsion mechanism..... Arrows.... Nicholas looked to Avery all in a moment as she spun around to the nearest tree.

Avery sped up the branches as fast as she could to reach the top. She made it to the upper level of a locust tree and began to jump from tree to tree. "Hurry!" Nicholas yelled as the first Arrow narrowly missed her. Avery moved into a place where she could see how the contraption was hung. There were two thick ropes holding it up. Avery pulled her bow from her back and knocked an arrow. She let it fly at the furthest most supporting rope. The rope split on contact and the front side dropped by about an inch.. Not enough.. The second arrow tore Veras cheek as it passed. Nicholas dropped to his knees helpless and watching. Avery pulled a second arrow from her quiver and fixed it to her bow. She took careful aim and let it fly. It hit the mark with a zipping sound causing the back side of the machine to drop several more inches. It released its final projectile. The arrow went a good two foot below Vera and embedded into the tree deeply.

Avery squirreled her way over to the tree Vera was hung from. Avery loosened the binds with her knife so that Vera could drop free. before cutting her completely loose, Avery stuck a few arrows into the tree below Vera so that she could stand and climb to a nearby branch. The ropes fell free from Vera's hands. Avery dropped from a lower branch back down to the wet ground where Nicholas watched from. Now on his feet, he went to Avery and hugged her. He looked back up to see how Vera was faring the dacent.
 
Terrance hear the bang and dove to the cupboard and took out the Barrett 50 call he had found in the truck with the dead raider who had obviously obtained the gun from a dead military sniper or survivor or stole it. Terrance went up stairs to the roof and Turned on the night sight and looked Down the sight and saw it was the guy and the two girls he had met early and they had triggered a trap but got free of it whilst the guy had killed off the near by Biters. behind a shed in the near direction of the group who Terrance predicted were 1 mile away."this was gonna be hard as its dark and i got to shoot through a shed window who knows what the projectile might do when it hits the window. Terrance lined the head of the zombie up just as it shuffled in to view of the window of the shed and pulled the trigger the bullet went the full mile with a bang and the zombie on the other side fell dead on the ground and the glass shatter from the shot. Terance Brought the Bolt back and ejected the empty case and went back inside.
 
As Terance left the roof he heard a a bang and the sound of some one yelling he turns around to scope over the big house and sees and motor bike and a man walking through a door. Terance runs down stairs and grabs the Med kit and Uzi and the shotgun and leaves the Office fire exit on the second floor makeing sure to shut up the old ladder be fore he left.
When he arived he saw the man in a leather jacket ilumiated by the lights of the house and a woman with no legs. who seemed to be dead.
 
Terrance runs to the guys side and puts him in the recovery position and fills a jar with a foul smelling salts and water and wafts them under the mans nose. he could hear zombies coming and called out to the man "hey sir, sir wake up wake up, im not going to shoot you , i am Private Terance Oglethorpe 6th Bravo Regiment, we got to get out of here and quick there are zombies coming "
 
Terance left the house and returned back to his safe house tired and baffled by the goings on of the day
 
Vera fell lightly on her toes as the last thread in her bindings was cut through by Avery's blade, one foot balanced on the thin shaft of a smartly inserted arrow, while the other landed on an unstable branch. Unsure of which to follow to the trunk, she stuck to using the branch when possible, unless it thinned out too much for both of her feet, in which case she also relied on the arrows' shafts for support. At the main support of the tree, she stopped, hands roaming over herself to check the damage, as well as to give her a chance to catch her breath before continuing her to send. There were several small nicks and cuts on her bare arms and neck, along with an untold number of splinters, but overall there seemed to be little damage to her body. Her clothes were another matter, as they had been the main source of her protection. The dress was shredded in several places, bits of twig, blood and leaves peppering the outfit, a majority still stuck to the evidence of their massacre at the edges of the tears. Thankfully, due to the layering in the cloth design, she still remained modestly covered for the most part. Other than that, she still seemed to retain her hair and she was willing to wait until they return to the house before probing the side of her face.

Several undead noted her hesitancy about the climb down, and turned their mutilated faces to her, hands reaching out to grab what was clearly too far for them to reach. Vera shuddered lightly before turning her back to them and half climbing, half sliding down the tree, cut hands gripping passing branches for support on the way down until, at last her, her feet touched ground. With a sigh of relief, she turned to the embraced form of Avery. "Thank you," she said softly, head bent to the ground slightly in unexpressed embarrassment, hazel-green eyes watching the two almost awkwardly.
 
Once Vera was on the ground safe, Nicholas could see that she had been torn up a bit but not seriously wounded. He laid his ruck sack on the damp leaves that covered the chilled ground. From the pack he pulled a small medical kit which he opened to retrieve peroxide and tweezers. He moved quickly over to Vera, took her lightly by the shoulders and looked directly into her eyes. "Are you okay Vera?" he asked her concerned and serious. He then began to inspect her for her wounds. He pulled a splinter from here and one from there. "This may sting a little" he said as he pulled a larger piece from a cut near her rib cage. Through the rip in her dress he dabbed some of the peroxide on it. "don't touch it" he said quietly as he finished field dressing her wounds.

"When we get back to the house I will treat the rest." he said noticing the deeper cut on her cheek. With his fingers he turned her head by the chin to see the cut better.

Nicholas had become quite handy with medical supplies since the world had changed so dramatically. He had been forced to fix up a small group of people outside a camp in Ohio on there way to the Ohio river. The group had Avery hostage and demanded he perform an amputation on a young man who had been shot in the leg during a militia raid. He honed his skills on others down through Kentucky and now for the last few weeks had been helping people around this Georgia town. These wounds would be easy to treat. He knew he could make her comfortable before the night. Nicholas was grateful it hadn't been worse.

He dropped his hand from Vera's face and looked her over one last time before standing face to face with her.

All that time, Avery had been collecting her arrows and glancing over to see Nicholas working on Vera. From a thicker branch just above the two she asked if Vera was alright. Nicholas just nodded up to her and looked back to see if Vera was okay to walk home.
 
She may not have realized it quite yet, but Vera have been avoiding stepping on any more leaf clusters. If anyone asked her about it, at first she would feverishly deny her following such a pattern, until she were to figure it out on her own. At which point she would grudgingly admit the truth the next time it was asked of her, but no sooner. Subconsciously, she feared getting ensnared again by concealed ropes or wire and was not all that eager for the event to repeat itself, even when she came out of it quite lucky. This, much to her unknown irritation, stopped her from taking the few steps back away from Nicholas when he gently held her shoulders. At his inquiry, she raised her head, about to laugh the question off or shove him away from her, which of the two she had not yet decided between. "I'm fi-" Her sentence was cut off though as her eyes met his, so worried and somber as they gazed at her, that she immediately lapsed into a state of silence, simply nodding her head once in silence. Her eyes quickly fled from his. Why did he have to look at her like that....? Regardless though, she went unprotesting as Nicholas continued to scrutinize her physical well being, a suppressed hiss coming out as something was removed from near her ribs, directly after his warning of the predicted pain.

For the most part, she remained passively obedient to his touch, moving this or that in accordance to what needed to be examined at the slightest of prompts on his part. She flinched when his fingers pressed against her chin, eyes shutting tight at an expectancy of pain in her cheek to suddenly flare up. When it didn't and his hand was removed instead, she re-opened her eyes, blinking a few times before releasing a breath that she hadn't been aware of was being held. Avery's voice called out to them, asking if she was alright, with Nicholas's nod being in the positive, looking back at her in confirmation afterwards. She gave him a small smile alongside another equally small nod, choosing to sidestep over the leaves that blocked her path instead of waiting for him to move, or simply stand slightly too close to him than what comfort levels would deem as appropriate.

Vera waited the short time that it took Avery to finish retrieving her arrows and swing back down to the forest floor, before they continued their trek back through the greenery. They reached the guarded wall some few minutes later, the barbed wire fence standing firmly between tall slabs of concrete that stretched onwords for several miles before being separated by another gate of similar appearance. If they were to continue along the wall, it would be subtly noticeable that each post became more heavily guarded as they approached the nearby suburbs. Eventually, swarms of undead would be met loitering outside the wall, the station having been overrun by the creatures just some months ago. Their progress was slow but strong, and it worried the young woman to think that soon they would infest even the strongest holding points of their town. Maybe a few years... Months... Weeks... Days? She sighed but was broken from her thoughts as the guard asked for her identification, which was quickly shown, followed by an usher for the girl to enter and join her companions, both of which were already safely inside. Now, just a brisk walk across the Square and they would be home.
 
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Nicholas looked up at the second story window that held behind it their temporary home. The place had been theirs since they had arrived in the town, given to them by a younger man that Nicholas and Avery had helped out.

They were just crossing the empty street to the sidewalk entrance to the staircase. Nicholas was up front keeping a steady pace. He noticed that there was light in the living room. Candle light setting the window aglow in the dark night. They never left candles burning, and the only three occupants were in a line behind him. He looked back first at Avery and then at Vera.

Without voicing his suspicions, he told Vera wait at the bottom of the narrow stair that led up to the apartment door. He looked up the old wooden stairs, shouldered his rifle and began the ascent to the door. Avery was close behind him with an arrow knocked on the string of her bow. The door was cracked open. Nicholas went slow and methodically until he reached the door. He stopped short and looked over his shoulder to ready Avery. She mouthed the words 'breach and clear' to him. He nodded and counted to three.

CRACK!

The door flung open as Nicholas put his shoulder to it and busted into the hallway. They started through to the living room. The once perfectly arranged furniture was strewn and flipped around the room. The lamps and candelabras busted on the hardwood. The rugs were kicked up. A large oil lamp sat on the floor in the middle of the room flickering off warm light. No one was there. The two continued to search the other rooms which they found in similar condition, except Nicholas's bedroom.

Nicholas started back toward the front hallway to call for Vera. Now that business was done, Avery started questioning Nicholas. "Who the hell would have done this. What arn't you telling me? Nicholas!" She said to his back as he finished the walk down the stairs to get Vera. He walked out of the narrow passage. "Vera.... Come, we need to get you cleaned up." He didn't tell her what they found, he just peered around the square quickly and climbed the stairs.
 
Glancing over her shoulder showed Vera nothing more than the empty Square with its lone, stone monument and rows of closed shop-lots, very few of which would even be opened during the day. Of the many, few were still in business, having long since stopped providing whatever they had initially sold, and adapted into becoming houses of trade that would bargain with anyone who had possession of anything that was of worth nowadays. Be it food, livestock, clothes, or even the simplicity that was wood, so long as it was usable. Now though, in the cover of night, they were dark and threatening, begging a passerby to be consumed within their shadows and never come out again, and the way that Nicholas had looked about had not settled well with her either. She looked away quickly and hurried up the steps after the male, the childish fear of something grabbing at her ankles as she did so making sure she kept up the unrelenting pace until the front door was firmly shut behind her.

Much to her confusion, Avery had immediately started bombarding him with questions and demands for answers again, the first of which she had only heard the echos of while she had waited downstairs. Her eyes darted between the two momentarily before pushing herself away from the door, through the hallway, and stood beside the connecting archway that led to the ransacked living room. She glimpsed an upturned pot just outside of the kitchen, so assumed that it was the same in there as well. It looked as if the entire place had been set upon by a miniature tornado, the eye of which had left a lamp in the center of the room to emphasize the damage done. She leaned against the arch, one hand going to her hip with the other limp at her side, head cocked slightly as she looked at the boy who probably held knowledge of what had happened. Her eyes widened at him, showing her surprise, while also meant to silently ask the same questions that Avery was very clearly voicing aloud.

Just as quickly, she seemed to lose the battle of will and went into the living room to try an straighten up what she could, mind too weary for her stubbornness to be at its strongest. If he was going to answer, then he certainly wasn't going to do so by using telepathy and would have to speak, in which case she would most likely hear him anyway. She shoved the couches that were still upright back into the positions she had recalled seeing them in only an hour or so ago, leaving the others that had been knocked over as they were. While the first question that sprung to mind was, 'why would someone do this?' it could quickly be excused as being the work of hobos who were searching for food or shelter, also answering the question of who. What it left unanswered though was what they were looking for, because, as far as the girl could tell, nothing seemed to be missing, which simultaneously debunked the first theories of 'why' and 'who'.
 
Nicholas ignored the barrage to questions from Avery's mouth and attempted to brush off those of Vera's eyes. For a few minutes, he allowed Vera to help straighten up the living room as not to be rude, but stopped her before she collected some of the heavier things. All the while they were starting the clean up, Avery continued yelling in a hushed voice. The walls were paper thin and even in her fit, she knew the whole square didn't need to hear what was happening.

Nicholas stepped over the upturned coffee table and placed his had on Vera's shoulder gently. "Vera, come. Lets get you cleaned up, you are not in any shape for cleaning."

He led her to the bathroom past Avery who had intensified the questioning, yelling and accusations. Nicholas nudged Vera on a little faster down the short hall to escape the vocal attack. Once he had her in front of the mirror, he turned and shut the door. "There, momentary peace." but the closed door did not stop Avery from still yelling at the door. He voice soon became a light buzz of background noise.

The vanity held a medium square mirror which he had placed Vera in front of. He spun her around softly to the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. Nicholas then started to collect the things he needed to better clean her wounds. He pulled a dark cherry stained stool from the corner of the large bathroom and placed it behind Vera to sit on. He turned the water on in the claw foot tub so he could have some hot water (solar water heater).

He went back to her and started with her cheek. He skillfully and mildly dabbed and worked the wound clean. As he did so he assured her, "It is safe here tonight. As you can now see if not before, Avery is temperamental. Don't let her unease you." He moved his attention to a less serious cut on her neck. "When we are finished here, she will be fine."

He crossed in front of her between the mirror and herself. He looked her in the eyes, stopping briefly to interrupt, but soon went back to work on her.

Her dress was fairly torn and likely best used for rags from here out. With the cheek taken care of, he moved to the deeper cut on her left rib cage. The dress was torn wide from the passing projectile revealing the bloody cut. He had saved this wound for last, the most serious of the set and the only one to need stitched. In an attempt to keep the mood in the high ceiling-ed bathroom light, he commented on Avery's absence from the other side of the door. "I believe she is finished..." With a short grin, he went back to collect his sewing kit from the vanity. From the kit he prepared the needle and sterile thread, not letting Vera yet see what he was doing. "They are not coming back." he said more seriously. "I am certain."

At her left side he reexamined the gash to be sure it needed what he was about to do. He pulled a small flask from the sewing kit. "Drink this, or you'll wish you had." He handed the half full steel container of whiskey to her.

Giving her time to decide on the liquid, he went to a coat tree in the same corner her retrieved the stool from. He retrieved a medium robe. It was white and still clean. Returning back to the girl, he stood a moment. He took the flask from her, whether or not she used it, and placed it on the floor. He stood her up. Unsure how to prompt it, he lightly took hold of the bottom of her dress to remove it. He did this slowly so as not to scare her. The needle and robe fell from his arm with a clumsiness he never had while doctoring someone. Now that he thought about it, he'd never been shy about clearing clothing from a wound....
 
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Sitting on the stool, unmoving as Nicholas worked on her cheek and neck, Vera finally took the time to appreciate the spaciousness of the bathroom. The first time she had come in, she had been too distracted by the yelling and the control she had taken upon herself to not be sick with nerves, to even notice the size of the room. Let alone the vanity she now sat before, even with her back turned to it, it had seemed pretty enough in the first glance after entering. She was also taking Nicholas's closeness a little better than before, a bit more used to the feeling of professionalism coming from someone she knew better than a mere doctor, but she continued to tell herself that it was no different and that she should stop viewing it as so. Her composure stayed intact for the most part until he paused to look into her eyes again, in reply to which she quickly looked away after a moment of meeting the gaze, then down to the floor and slightly to the left.

Once he was behind her, doing who knows what, she relaxed a bit, allowing her shoulders to slump from their tense straightness into a more casual sitting position for what could be done while sitting on a stool. She nodded at his comments, thinking them over with a quiet, distracted, "That's good then." They...? So, he must know that there was definitely more than one person who wrecked this place while they were out. He went silent though and she was left to her own thoughts until she was handed a flask and a warning, before he once again left her line of vision somewhere near her back. Raising the liquid to her nose and taking a delicate sniff declared it as some kind of alcohol, something she hadn't had since she was fourteen and rather careless about what she consumed. It had also been the day she learned the hard way that she was extremely sensitive to the stuff after being discovered some time later that night in the middle of a swimming pool with swarms of undead trying to grope at her from the pool's edge. They were unsuccessful, of course, but it had still taken a good deal of effort to clear a path through them in order to rescue her, too drunk to be able to tell the difference between a tree and a lamp post, so undeniably useless in getting herself out of the situation. She pursed her lips together uncertainly, swishing the liquid around a few times. Just one mouthful, she reasoned, couldn't do too much damage. She would probably be asleep soon anyway. Before she could reason herself out of it, she had taken the drink to her lips and the promised mouthful, almost immediately wishing she could spit it back out at the sudden heat that flared up. Unable to do anything else without embarrassing herself, she swallowed it in a single, fiery gulp that felt like a trail of fire was running down her throat. There was absolutely no way that she could have ever wished she had taken that, had she of not, but only trying it would have been able to teach her otherwise. She pulled the flask from her mouth and kept it at a small distance from herself until Nicholas came back to retrieve it, thankful once its light weight was removed from her. She could feel her insides warming from the liquid, starting at the pit of her belly and slowly moving up to her chest where she knew from dealing with drunk uncles, that it would only grow warmer.

Her body went very rigid and still when he started pulling up her dress, legs self-consciously pressing together as subtly as she could manage, toes curling in a mild form of panic within her boots. Just procedure, just procedure, just procedure, just procedure, she mentally chanted, feeling each part of her body become tense as each inch of cloth was removed, revealing more skin than anyone other than herself had seen since she was a child. His apparent nervousness as the robe fell to floor did nothing to still her nerves and rapidly increasing heartbeat, in actuality only making them speed up more. When the dress came up around her head and became snagged on her unusually highly placed ponytail, she took the cloth from his fingers, having to pause in order to remove her scrunchie for the ruined outfit to be removed, after which is was easily pulled from and dropped to the floor near her feet. The heat of the whiskey spread across her chest and shoulders, easily making its way up her neck and already warmed cheeks, turning her flesh a soft shade of flushed pink under his gaze. Without the concealing design of the outfit to confuse the eye, her body truly was quite attractive. Her legs were slim while also remaining femininely muscular in appreciation of the exercise she had been up to since young, which lead up into curved hips that were accentuated by her slim waist and flat belly. In show of her discomfort, she folded her arms defensively across her chest, directly below her bust and unaware that she was only elevating them slightly by doing so. She bit her bottom lip, nervous, but notably less so than when he had first touched her dress, the alcohol already working to help numb not only her body but her mind as well. "Are you going to start yet?" she asked suddenly in a very soft voice, looking over at him and this time not breaking eye contact when she met his blue eyes.
 
The locked gaze lasted a moment too long but didn't cause Nicholas to feel awkward. He'd worked on many females, seeing them even further undressed. This was no big deal. Or was it? She was unbelievably beautiful. He was completely taken by surprise. Before their eyes met, he had let his drift over her body.

He suddenly broke the eye contact and placed his left hand on her arm. He pulled at them as to tell her to uncross them. "Left arm above your head" he said softly. Nicholas examined her rib cage, careful to stay focused on only the cut. He placed his left hand on her hip to steady her. Her skin was a bit cold to the touch but he proceeded. With the needle strung in his right hand, he began the first stitch. He carefully wove all six through her skin, pulled them tight and tied them off. Once finished, he dropped the needle into a small bag on the floor below him. He took some peroxide and cleaned the stitch work.

Nicholas stood up again after collecting his things and offered Vera the white plush robe. He had been looking past her pure beauty for the sake of getting her patched, but now he didn't restrain his eyes. He allowed himself to look over her body. Starting from her legs up past her flat toned stomach and to her eyes, resting there.

In that moment Avery pounded on the door with an announcement. "Dinner.."
 
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As she lifted her arm above her head in obedience, Vera glanced the tell-tale sliver of metal in the boy's hand and suddenly understood the need of the whiskey, inwardly groaning at the expectations of pain. She sucked in a breath as the sharp prick of pain pinched into her already tender wound, making her almost squirm if it had not been for firm Nicholas's hand on her other side, keeping her still. It could have been worse, she knew, considering that a needle wasn't simply being injected for an immunization, but literally threading through her skin. She pursed her lips tightly, deciding not to dwell on the image of that until the stitched were over, at which point she also released the pent up air from her lungs. Ouch. More of that peroxide stuff was applied to the wound, making her wait a moment before tentatively lowering her arm back down to her side again. Looking over his work, she deemed it as nicely done and was about to tell him so when she noticed his looking over her body again, making her flush a bit more until his eyes locked onto hers. She tilted her head and raised her brows slightly in question, opening her mouth to say something, but thought better of it as Avery's call for the evening meal echoed in the bathroom, making her jump slightly in surprise.

She abruptly took the proffered robe and shrugged it over her shoulders, tying both the sash around her waist and her hair with the scrunchie into a long ponytail at the crown of her head. Then, with a mumbled word of thanks, she ducked her head down slightly and pushed past Nicholas and out of the room. The other woman was no longer in the hallway, so she assumed that she had already retreated back to living-room or kitchen. Walking the short distance, she poked gently through the cotton of the robe at the stitches, wincing at the throbbing sting that the touch cause. It would be sore at best for the next few days before the thread needed to be removed and she was anticipating the ache of sleeping and quick movement. Her hand moved over to hold the opposite side of her waist for a brief second, a small shiver running from the area and down her spine in recollection at the heat from the male's own hand. She swallowed guiltily and dropped her arms to her side, soon entering the room with Avery and silently taking a seat.
 
Nicholas allowed her to take the robe and slip out of the bathroom without protest. For a moment, he was unsure about the situation. Now a bit relieved that it had an outcome, he tidied up the medical supplies and disposed of the infected items.

He entered the room minutes after Vera, wiping his freshly washed hands on his shirt to dry them. He didn't look at Vera who still had a slight tinge of pain on her face. The room had been fairly straightened by the three of them and then by Avery while Vera was being worked on. The sitting areas and tables were all back to their original positions. Nicholas selected to stand near the kitchen. The smell of bread and oats drifted past his nose.

The room was silent with the exception of Avery's humming from the other room. The tune was slightly dark and sad, but when she entered carrying two plates of food she held an expression of contentedness. Once Avery sat the food on the antique coffee table, Nicholas announced "We are leaving tomorrow. We will be gone by two hours past sunrise." His statement came out a bit concerned, but collected none the less.

He took a seat at the table in front of his plate. "How are you feeling?" he asked without looking up from his plate. Avery didn't return from the kitchen which Nicholas addressed "She doesn't eat in front of anyone."

He laid his fork down in the cinnamon oats and pulled a drawer open on the coffee table. The drawer had a false bottom of which Nicholas removed the lid. In the hidden space there were two things, a folded envelope and a little black box. The envelope looked as if it had been heavily handled before it was stowed away, but the little black box was pristine. The box was made of ebony wood and bore two gold plated latches on the front and had four claw foot legs. He first chose the box which he pulled out and held in one hand. After setting it on the table, he lifted the envelope from the drawer.

Nicholas held the tattered paper in his hands as he sat forward on the couch. "Avery and I will be going in the morning. We are working our way down to the Gulf coast. It's around five hundred miles. Will you come with us Vera?" he asked as he looked up from the envelope over at Vera. He looked her in the eyes, unsure of how else to ask this. He turned his attention to the kitchen where Avery appeared from. She pranced across the room and exited toward the bathroom. Nicholas watched her pass in front of them and then returned his attention to Vera.
 
(Hope you guys do not mind.)
Name: Virgil Wayne
Age:27
Body:He is about average build for his age.
Hair: Damn dirty blondes, ruining RP for everyone.
Height:6,4


The sun was rising, Virgil was laying back in the old public pool, no infected were around. Virgil was just laying there relaxed with his fire axe. Then he thought to himself, "Maybe I should get going, before any bandits find me." So he got up and walked outside into the city.
 
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