The Walking Dead: Crossroads [IC]

[AllisonHushx]

Natalia was discouraged, watching the struggle that went on between the walker and Claudia, only made her more nervous to continue moving. Couldn't she just end it all for herself right now? Then she wouldn't have to deal with the pain of watching her friends die one by one, or even worse seeing her sister roaming the street as one of those sick mutated things. Or being eaten alive by one of them. There was so many negative possibilities it made her cringe and want to curl up into a ball and cry. Hoping and praying for some kind of paradox portal to appear that she can step through and live a normal life, going to the college she had always dreamed of and getting married and having kids.

Running a hand through her mess of unkept hair, she roamed the aisles. There didn't seem to be anything that could be useful for the team, though their best bet was to check the supply area and see if anything was raided from there yet. Sighing, she sent Darren an apologetic look. He shouldn't have gotten hit by that stray bullet it could have been someone less honorable. Maybe it should have even been her. Her eyes scanned the store, looking for something she could use as a weapon. The kitchen knife in her boot was just going to have to do for now.

Though instead of actually making it back there, she heard commotion and ran towards the scene, her eyes widening. Because our top priority was to tackle really handsome people. He didn't even look like a threat, maybe a little stronger then most of the males in the group at this point. But he didn't look like he was utterly terrifying and willing to kill the people in his way. She however did notice the arrow to Tristan's head, and raised a brow. Okay maybe this was one of those tag team efforts, so there she goes tackling the guy with the arrow.

"What do you think your doing?!" She asked the man, letting her elbow dig into his back. She wouldn't hold him down for long, she was pretty weak.

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[Lawkheart]

Savannah "Nana", #754c8a

Setting: Las Vegas
Time: February 2nd - 07:56 PM
With: Joe

Nana expected to hear that response from the male. If she was in his shoes she probably would not trust her either. But it would change her outlook of him. He could have killed her in that bathroom when they first met. Took whatever she had and left her for the walkers to chow down on. Instead he helped her out, even gave her some food and water when she was starving. She was grateful, even if he would have done the same for anyone else. But she would try her best to earn his trust, even though it was something she knew not to hand out to just anyone. "I might be able to trust you, but to do that I have to get to know you first..." He would be the first to want to get to know her. But she wouldn't lie about it. "Then... we'll take turns asking each other questions," she offered as a solution. She didn't know any other way to get to know someone.

She remained calm as he walked up to her, only inches away from her, but for the first time since they first met, she did not have his hand on his weapon. That was a first she welcomed. Although if he decided to kill her, he would have to actually catch her... or get a good shot off before she beat him down.

"It's going to get cold tonight being out in the open..." his words made sense to her and she looked out into the streets from their safe haven on the roof. As he moved away from her, she did not say anything.

Hearing the russling sound, she turned to look at him as he searched through the duffel bag spiting up the clothes. Nana moved to sit near him, pulling her backpack over and opening it up, pulling out a few items of clothes she had in there. Mainly her fur lined leather jacket, her black over sized hoodie and sweat pants she wore over her jeans while she slept. She then began unrolling the blanket she kept clipped to the lower half of the backpack. They usually used this to lay on as they slept. But when they didn't sleep she used it to hide a few knives, shives and items she found to use to make shives. As she rolled it out, she had many sheathed knives tucked away. Gun were nice, but she rather save the bullets for an emergency. Shives were disposable and easy to make. She had also been collecting steel wool for a poor-mans silencer, a trick she learned from a crazy con in the cell next to her.

"Here, I made a few more shives for us to use," she said, handing a few of the very sharp items over to him. "Should one of us go back down into the pawn shop to grab some of those coats that were left over?" she asked. It was clear she was forcing herself to talk more but this time she did not whisper, her voice coming out even and smooth, but lighter then one would think looking at her.

"The less people we find...the faster we can get out of here..." his statement made sense to her. The less people with them the easier it would be for them to survive. Right now they needed to get out of the city, get more supplies and find a place that they could safely call home even for a few days. Nana began putting the already made shives away, tucking them into her boots or into her backpack.

Then she took out the map she had taken from the gas station and a marker. She opened the map up and used a few things to pin the paper down. She had every place they had gone to marked off as searched or compromised by dead or fire. But there were a few places circled , just outside of town and near by their current position. "I'm thinking, if we head to the mechanic's," she pointed at one of the circles, "we can get some tools, gas cans and extra parts to fix up a car to get out of Vegas." Her finger moved to another circle and she paused a moment. "With a car... we could stop by the prison or," her finger moved to the last circled area, the only one near them, "we could head to the Police station to get more weapons and amo. But I've been watching the walker herds that have been in the area... and their concentrated in that area."

Nana remained silent for a few minutes. "The Station has better guarantee that we'll find something, even a car... but we'd have to be extra careful to not bring attention to ourselves," she put up her opinion. "The Prison, last I saw it, the fence was compromised and with 200+ people in there when I last saw it, I wouldn't be surprised if everyone of them was a walker... but they've got food and the weapons locker should still be intact... but we'd need at least 4 people to get in there and hope to get out with everything and not get bit," she added.

She looked at the mechanics place and she thought about the last time she had been there. "What do you think?" she asked after another while of silence. It was obvious that she was thinking about this plan for a while, thinking of the pros and cons but keeping everything to herself until she was sure.

{Note to Self: Color Code for Nana #754c8a}

 

[Mr.Scales ⚖]

Ray looked at the man and smiled."What a simple man can't help out a few humans?" He knelled at the window and stared at the people inside. The walkers were barging at the door. Their going to break the door down any minute, i have to do something before everyone's dead. He went into the room walking to the door knocking

everyone in his way. he opened his duffer bag and takes out his machete. He opened the door a little bit and the walkers slam against the door. Two walkers put their arm threw the small slit and he cuts the arms off. He then flipped over to face the door pushing it. He moved his foot and pulled the table to him trying to block the door. He

moved really fast and pushed it in front of it. He then looked at the other people in the room. "We need to go now! it's your choice if you wanna die" he ran to the window."Good idea, this city is hell down there, don't get me started with down town" He jumped out of the fire escape and looked down. "Okay you guys better come quick before the walkers get here" he put out his hand. "I get it, you can't trust most people these days, but if you wanna live you have to come with me, unless you want to be walker meat"

 

[WarriorHeart]

2.2.14 / 19:56, grey

Locale: Inside Walmart
Personnel: Tristan, Adam, Joshua, Natalia

Steven strode through the aisles beginning to make his way back to the warehouse area. It was then when the sounds of whispering souls lightened upon his ears. He stopped and gazed around. His hand went to his hawk while his eyes pierced the darkness for signs of the living. Since the outbreak, people had become more evil than the infected; the treachery of a twisted soul knows no bounds. He could not see anything at first but then heard a piece of metal scraping across the floor as if someone had accidentally kicked it…maybe it wasn't an accident.

Steven leveled his eyes in the direction from whence the object came and found a man staring at him with a nervous glare. It didn't take but a second of locking eyes for this man to charge. Steven was not a killer nor did he see any weapons in the suit-sporting stud's grasp. Steven released his hold on his weapon and braced for the inevitable. He allowed himself to be tackled to the ground wrapping his long legs around the lean fellow's waist once he could bridge from his shoulders. As the first fist came down, it was obvious to Steven that his assailant was untrained and he easily deflected it to one side with his arm. The next blow offered Steven the opportunity to extend his arm up and under the arm of his attacker crossing his body. He grasped the man's shoulder and pulled his body down curling his arm around the man's neck in a reverse 'head and arm' [a headlock that also pins an arm] hold.

Suddenly, another man appeared and had an arrow leveled at Steven's attacker's head. Steven was already tired of the company and began to peer about without releasing his grip wondering how long it was going to take for the biters inside the store to hear all the commotion. Another loud noise; it had the familiar ping of a wooden handle hitting the floor which seemed to echo forever in the large quiet building. And like icing on the cake, a tiny young woman came flying around the corner and tackled the unknown archer. Naturally, everyone had something to say. Agitation and aggravation on top of being hungry and sweaty made for one unhappy Native American boy. Steven grumbled and bridged his body while releasing his hold on the man in the suit. The motion split them allowing Steven to roll away. His back hurt from landing on his gun and half of the things he had already collected like the wrench and canned goods. He popped to his feet and was about to make his exit when he saw them.

Five, possibly six biters had indeed heard the mess these strangers had created and had come to investigate their dinner options. A low growl rumbled deep within Steven's big chest as he reached down for his trench hawk. A rather melted biter that used to be an employee of the great Walmart fell from a nearby shelf and lunged for the girl and archer. Steven made one long stride and stuck the pick of his weapon deep into the top of the creature's skull instantly silencing it. He yanked it free, cast a baleful glance at the people around him and quick stepped away from the group disappearing into the store's dark depths.

Steven felt sure that he was safe after putting some distance between himself and the newcomers. Just as he was about to leave the vicinity and make way for his bike, a deep ill feeling settled into the pit of his stomach. It was as if his other was standing behind him giving him that look. He sighed and shook his head allowing a soft whisper to part his dry lips. "Fine." Steven made a few more steps back towards the strangers. He forced a potent whisper through the space between them. "I know of a safe place to go. Keep up if you wish." With that he turned and began weaving through the store back towards the way he entered. A biter appeared from nothing before him and snarled her snaggletooth grin while clutching his wife beater. A swift action left the blade of the hawk firmly planted between her eyes. Steven continued on and once he made it to the stockroom door, he paused and turned to see if anyone was following him. A single thought raced through his mind. If offering aid to these people was a mistake, ancestors help me.

 

[AllisonHushx]

Natalia, pink

Where:Walmart
With:Tristan, Adam, Joshua

With one leap she had the man tackled to the floor, holding him down to the best of her abilities. She had little strength and had never been someone who was conventionally supposed to survive one of these apocalyptic tragedy's. Nor was she ever supposed to make it this far, but she kept going along with what she had to do, tried to keep on people's good sides and do anything in her power to make it out of this shitfest alive. She didn't even know why she kept pushing on, was it the thought of her being like one of those ugly mutated things that roamed the streets, or maybe it was the possibility that Marlee was still alive somewhere, safe from the dangers and harms of the cities creatures. The small little drop of hope she had left was the only thing that kept her going, the only thing that kept her fueled like a car that only had a small amount of gas left in it for the long drive North. Snapping out of her thoughts almost spontaneously after something tried to grab her from behind, she let out a small shriek of terror but nothing that would attract an oncoming hoard of monstrosities.

Rolling off of the man, she tried to move away from the creature and then all at once she watched it die in front of her. Looking up at the man that had been previously tackled by the most likely man of the group, she could now see that he was incredibly strong and fit for the struggles that would come with this entire journey of life and death. Swallowing, she carefully got up and stared at him for a moment or two before watching him stalk off, though as he turned around another glimmer of hope seemed to reach her. The small little drop had been added too, and yet she could see herself flashing him one of the most appreciative looks she possibly could have given. He could of left her to be zombie meat, he wasn't obligated to stay behind. It was nice to see that atleast a couple people in this world still seemed to have a heart.

Hearing that he knew of somewhere they could go, she quickly followed behind him. If the others didn't follow then they were stupid people, he obviously doesn't mean no harm. She hoped that the small thought was correct, she couldn't really see him being someone who would betray a group of people especially considering a pair of them was carrying around their children. It was hard to survive for her, she couldn't imagine what it was like for a group of small kids that didn't even barely know what was going around them. She motioned for the other's to follow and when he turned around once more, she let an lopsided smile meet her face before waving rather sheepishly at him.[/fieldset=Natalia, pink][/solid=purple]

 

[Mr.Scales ⚖]

Setting: Las Vegas- Supermarket Darren Chaplin
Time: February 2nd- 07:51 PM
With: The 'Good group'

As Tristan brought Darren in, he sat him on the chair. He then told him that to keep the ax close and to wait here. "Alright, whatever you think is best. Oh and can you open the back door and let my family in?" Darren was worried about them, he hoped that they were alright.

Darren sat there on the chair when Tristan left. He then saw a box full of canned goods. He smiled and stood up limping to the box. When he arrived he went through the box. "Damn, there all good, beans, soup amazing" He then turned picked the box up and turned around. Then a walker came from the corner and attacked him. He had left the ax on his chair and couldn't get to it.

When he fell the box of canned goods fell two, cans went everywhere. His back was on the ground and his arm was pushing it away. He then saw a knife across from him. He used all of his force to push it off and the walker falls over. He then limping on the ground trying to get to the knife. The walker grabbed his foot and he kicked it away.

He then finally stood up and looked at the walker for half a second before raising his boot and crushing the head with his heal. He put his hands on his thighs and sighed. "That was too damn close, dammit Darren" After giving another breath, he went and picked up all of the canned goods that fell down back in the box. He grabbed the handles on the sides and walked back to the chair.

He sat down and put the box next to him. He picked up his ax and sat it on his lap waiting for his family and his fellow group. He looked around at the isles and then looked at the door. The walkers were pushing on the door and would break through in a matter of minutes. "Guys you better hurry up, those undead freaks will get through any minute!" He yelled to his group.

 

[Wopster]

Adam watched the two men on the floor carefully, he had ignored the sound from the side and was contempted on making sure these two guys didn't kill each other or even worse, killed them by making a shit load of noise. He was about to speak again when suddenly he saw a blur in the corner of his eye and next thing he knows is that the he has fallen to the floor, his bow still in his hand but the arrow god knows were and there a quite small women on top of him. He tried to push her of but he went dizzy and his eyes fuzzy, fucking hell, he banged his head when he landed. Then he heard the noise and felt the women climb of Adam. He took this moment to stand up, grip his bow and make sure he had his bad, he looked in it and saw one of the bottles smashed. Well there goes that. He turned around to look at his attacker and noticed the walker dead, the man walking of and the girl sat there. When the man said of a safe place he turned to the man in the suit and said "how about we call this a mistake, grab some shit, and go to this safe haven?". He then notched an arrow onto his bow ready, checked his head for blood, luckily there was only a tiny bit, and then followed the man and the women calling "so where's the thanks I get for trying to save your ass amigo?".

 

[Minx]

"Harsh night....?"
Seth questioned the rotter. The room was destroyed, looking as if a bull drove through it on a rampage. Computer desk broke in half, papers everywhere, old blood stains on the wall, and don't forget the dusty broken window that gave the 3rd floor apartment a good view of the city.

The room echoed with snarled and gargles. A walker, strapped to a computer chair with belts and duck tape. The walker used to be male, a weakling with saggy flesh. One of the first to be infected if Seth had to make a guess based off the decaying corpse. In front of the creature, two feet away on the floor, sat a male figure. Crossed legs and looking up at the dead man. The male wore a gas mask with a tinted visor, the face was not seen under it. He wore a grey hoodie and grey pants with military grade combat boots...brown of course. The hood stated on to mask his presence. A blade hooked to his side, a quiver of arrows on his back and a heavy bow on the floor.

"Shshshshsh, now now. We don't want to have anymore of friends to stumble in" the gas masked man said in response to the walker. The rotter's hands tried to reach for Seth....but no prevail. "I'm guessing you spoke English? You don't look foreign...but all in America blend together now don't they?" Seth laughed quietly "just like the lady I found only a few days ago...oh I could've mistaken her for a normal American...but she was Brazilian...when I asked her I got a slap to the face, haha! Ever done that friend? Before you were taken by the disease? Or am I the only one to make such a embarrassing mistake?" Seth finished. The rotter snarled and snapped it's jaws in his direction. Seth grew quiet, before pulling out his blade and ramming it through the male creatures skull. Right in the forehead. Blood dripped down the handle and onto his gloves, brown thick liquid.

Seth whipped the blade, spraying the blood on the ground before sliding it into the holster and putting it away. He picked up his bow, "it's hard to find someone to talk to...but you make do with what you must" said the young man before walking out the doorway into the halls of the complex.​

 

[The Dapper Mog]

Sebastian, #993300

Setttng: Las Vegas - Palms Casino Hotel
Time: February 2nd - 07:53 PM
With: The 'Bad' Group

As far as Sebastian was concerned, he would have preferred the strange newcomer to stay outside. While it was generally considered disrespectful and even morally wrong to judge people based on appearances and general first impressions, he had a strong gut feeling this man was a bad apple. In his profession, it was widely known that if a person even seemed to have nefarious intentions with his weapons, that he would refuse service.

This man would receive such a refusal. The man reeked of blood and looked the type who thrived on violence. Moreover, his demeanor demonstrated nothing more than narcissism and aggression. These were not traits he valued in his customers or his fellow man. Nonetheless, he entered the room by prying open the window. Upon stepping in, the initial gut reaction Sebastian had was to throw him out. Fortunately for the newcomer, Gabriel had decided to go a more diplomatic route. While he respected this, it concerned him a bit. Sebastian had, in a sense, gotten something of a leadership vibe from Gabriel, but now, he wasn't so sure.

The questions were spoken, and immediately after, the noise of the walkers reached the door, a man being devoured right outside as the creatures began attempting to smash through their mediocre barrier. Sebastian swallowed hard, his protective instincts kicking in as he lookes back to Mary, the young girl who reminded him so much of his eldest. "He's right. Mary, come on with me, we'll get out of here and find somewhere safer. We need to go now."

Sebastian crouched down again, offering his hand to her. He knew that this all must still be very strange to her, after all, she only just met him. But, he hoped she would pick up on his concern for her safety and take his hand. If she took his hand, he would lead her to the fire escape, and be prepared to begin guiding people outside.

"We are ready to start sending people out, but, we need at least a couple weapons out there to pick off any stragglers in the alley."

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[Bsb_Sooo]

February 2nd, 7:57 PM.
Las Vegas
Walmart
The "Good" Group

Joshua quickly rushed out of the aisle, stunned. Not only due to the quickly intensified situation, but the fact two of their own had just attempted to abandon the rest of the group. Joshua was fully aware this wasn't intended to be an act of betrayl, but one of desperation. Yes he was still unable to I call the act justifiable. He quickly rushed after group of four, lodging knives into walker's skulls along the way. He didn't attempt to retrieve this, it would've been difficult to catch up with the group as it was, with their greatly superior athletic ability. Luckily he was capable to reach the group as they were brawling a group of walkers near the entrence in which the long haired man must of entered. Once reached them, Joshua quickly questioned the man of where this elusive safe spot was. After the response given, Joshua quickly, rushed off to the other side of the store, in hopes he would be able to retrieve the rest and reunite with the rest.

As he silently (or silently as possible) and hurriedly rushed down the aisles, he noticed walkers devouring multiple dead corpses. Joshua gagged. He had always been squeamish, primarily to gore (as if they were much more to be squeamish towards). Unfourtenely, this was like saying he was repulsed by the color orange in this new world. He was unable to determine whom the bodies belonged to, so their was a possibility they were not one of the group's. Joshua begged for this possibility to be reality, as he had become surprisingly attached to these people. Maybe it was due to the fact they had saved his ass an unacceptable amount of times, or that he had spent 148 hours straight with this people, or that his attachment to these people was attempt to retain a reason to survive. Either way, the thought that these people could of died due to a like of haste from Joshua, revolted him.

 

[Lyra Meiko]

Setting: Las Vegas - Palms Casino Hotel
Time: February 2nd - 07:53 PM
With: The 'Bad' Group​

Mary watched as the strange and rude newcomer was welcomed inside. She, like a few others in the room, did not get a good vibe from him. Mary would have felt very bad if they had left him outside, but he also made her feel a little nervous. But, so did a lot of other people in this room. Mary was just nervous in general. It did not seem like she was the only one though, because when she looked up at Sebastian with her pretty innocent eyes she could tell that the newcomer made him feel a bit off as well. Sebastian in fact, did not make Mary feel nervous. Mary then looked back at the man, whom was being welcomed inside by one of the other men, the one who brought them all here. This new man reeked of blood, a smell that made Mary gag slightly and quietly so no one else would notice. To distract herself, she took deep smell of her coke, letting the bubbles fizz up to her nose. Then she took a big swig, finishing the carbonated liquid. It burned her throat, but she still enjoyed it a lot. She was kind of sad that she finished it but not at the same time.

After that moment though, she was glad she finished her soda then because not too long after the man had entered the room, Sebastian reached out his hand towards her. They had to leave, the walkers were upon them. After becoming aware of her surroundings, she could hear screams and walker noises coming from outside of the hotel room door. Mary was so caught up in her own thoughts that she was starting to zone out the world and terror around her, but the man in front of her ripped her out of her dream land. She did not fully hear what he said to her, but innocently she trusted him and took his hand. If she was asked, she would not be able to explain why she trusted him, but for whatever reason she did. He was continuously kind to her, although they had only met just now. She also dropped her empty soda can to the ground.

It seemed like everyone was quickly getting ready to go. Mary could not help but let out a sigh, thinking that it was too much to ask for a few more moments to catch a breath. She was so happy that she could get a drink and sit for a moment. She wanted to savor that moment longer, but she could not. They had to move or die. It was as simple as that. Mary tried not to ponder on this for too long, but she wondered if being dead would mean that things would be peaceful for eternity. She knew it was bad to weigh that as an option however, so she did a common action of her's, shaking her head to get bad thoughts out, then she was ready to move with the rest.

 

[Akashi]

T R I S T A N, #339966

Setting: Las Vegas - Inside the Supermarket
Time: February 2nd - 08:02 PM
With: The 'Good' Group​

Apparently, he had made the wrong choice of charging into the stranger who knew how to handle himself in a fight, or atleast on the ground. He was suddenly overpowered by the man because of his hasty punches easily being dodged by him. It did not take long before more people were attracted to the sound and tried to stop it. Even a kid, as he noticed had pointed an arrow at him. Moments later the hold by the man over Tristan was released as he took a few quick steps away from him and stood up, almost glaring at him.

Judging by the reaction noticing Natalia there, he almost asked her what she was even doing there. He scanned his surroundings, trying to find anything that would be deemed as weapon or a tool. He turned his head back, looking over his shoulder, knowing that the walkers were already on their way towards the noise. It was a bad move on his part, but with how the chaos has engulfed the city in mayhem and despair, no one could be trusted. "Shit.." He almost exclaimed, before he crouched slightly, so he could stay hidden behind one of the isles.

He could definetely notice that the native american guy was packed with tools and weapons. It was almost as if he was prepared for such a thing, but who was he to judge. He had a confusing expression around his face when he noted that a kid was holding a bow. The world has really gone deep down to the depths of the hell. Seconds later the native american guy ushered to get them out of there. The walkers were already around the isle. One of them noticed Tristan, trying to push himself onto him in order to bite or rather gnaw and eat him. Due to their slow reactions Tristan was able to push kick it away. The walker fell down, before he half-consciously followed the stranger along with Natalia. Looking over his shoulder he was hoping the kid followed.

It was during that moment it reminded him. Darren was back by the entrance, all alone. Tristan was definetely not the type to abandon someone. Stopping in his tracks, he turned back, gazing towards the entrance. It also reminded him about Darren's family and the others who had split up in the market. He exclaimed so Natalia and the native guy could hear. "There is someone who I left back by the entrance.. I can't go without him.. I can't let him die.." He stated, with determination ringing through his voice.

He did not wait for their response. Walkers were also everywhere. His shirt was bloodied, he definetely needed a shower. He started running through the isles, avoiding the walkers and by pushing a few onto others so they'd fall. Luckily he knew how to defend his body against them, so they wouldn't be able to bite him. Moments later he made it to Darren, noticing the entrance was being kicked and pushed in. Walkers were outside, trying to break in. It was reassuring to see Darren still there, though with a dead walker on the ground, and a knife held by the firefighter. "Heh, Darren.. I guess you were able to handle yourself..." He smiled at him, before he helped him up, and threw one of his arms around his neck.

"Alright.. We gotta get out of here.. There is an exit on the other end of the market.. We can't stay here any longer.." He pointed out. "I'm just glad I was here in time.."

He dragged Darren along with him, and was able to push, hide and have Darren knife a few through their heads in order to pass through. Unfortunately, by the time they got to the door Natalia and the rest went through, biters were all around it. "Fuck..." He uttered in displeasure, before he hid behind a desk. "I'll distract them.. They are attracted to noise so when the area is clear, get through the door at once. I'll meet you outside. Alright?" He whispered.

A minute later he ran past a few isles and screamed towards the walkers. This would also bring every walker from every corner of the market to his destination. "Come on you monsters.. I am here... I'm over HERE!!!" Tristan shouted. It did not take long before the walkers made it towards him. The entrance was also finally broken in by a horde of walkers. Scanning his area, they were coming from every side. So once he noticed that Darren was through the door, an idea to get out of the mess struck his mind. As an isle was between him and the walkers who came from the direction of the exit, he pushed the entire isle down. Bringing one of the many hordes of them monsters down. He ran over the isle, jumping as long as he could. He lost his balance, as his leg kicked into another isle, falling down with his right shoulder first.

"SHIT.... ARGH!!....... Aawaahh!......." His shoulder was dislocated, but he was able to muster up his strength to get out through the same way as Darren and the rest did. Once outside, he fell down on the ground. Holding his shoulder with his left hand, acking in pain, he had sweat all over his face.