Yugioh! Dressing Room

[Oh hell. Oh hell fucking NO. This is NOT what they needed right now. He hisses quietly to the others, praying the Tank hasn't seen them yet.]

Fucking Tank! Find another way around before it charges us!

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[Crow flinches at the yelling at looks over to see the Tank stomping around. He nods to Kiryuu but loads his gun anyway for the worst case scenario]

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[Yuusei is staring in disbelief before shaking his head and readying his own shotgun, heart pounding. Of course a fucking Tank would show up when they really didn't need it now!]

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[With a growl, the Tank turns around and rests his eyes on the three men. If he could grin, he would've. He charged in their general direction, screeching and knocking things out of his path.]

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Oh motherfu--!

[Up come the pistols as Kiryu dives out of the way, firing as fast as he can at the Tank's face.]

MOVE, BOYS!!

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[Crow grins and runs back, firing at the Tank's knees with his AK-47.]

Fuck yes.

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[Yuusei's shooting with his automatic shotgun] God fucking damn it Crow, less celebrating! [He shoots at major joints, hoping the Tank might give weigh, but he should know better that the damn thing won't stop just from a few bullets.]

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[The Tank doesn't seem to notice the bullets and goes right for Kiryu. He wraps his massive hand around Kiryu. He tightens his grip slightly and hisses.]

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GGHK--!

[Even that slight squeeze feels like he's being crushed by a steel vise. Squirming, kicking helplessly, he tries to fire point blank into one of those horrible eyes, but he can't steady his aim while he's being crushed.]

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Kiryuu!

[He yells and charges at the Tank. He shoots at his wrist at blank, and the Tank slams Kiryu to the ground. But, turns around and back hands Crow, causing the boy to let out a yelp and land several feet away.

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[Yuusei takes his turn to shoot, firing with deadly aim, but having a cold, sinking feeling in his stomach as he saw the Tank continuing to pummel their leader. He feels the unprepared kick of the rifle in his anxiety, and he grunts as he fires again and again, trying not to shoot at Kiryu, though it's hard considering the Tank is waving him around like that.]

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[With Kiryu out of his grasp, he decides to ignore Yuusei for now and go back to the Kiryuu. He curled his hand into a fist and slammed it down on to Kiryu's wrist, hearing satisfying cracks of bones being smashed and broken.]

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[Kiryu screams, dropping the pistol from that hand. Now he's just trying to drag himself away, out of the Tank's range, tears of pain pricking his eyes. He's dead, he knows it, and he can't even scream at the others to run.]

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[Crow stands up and runs towards the Tank, despite his sprain ankle and a few broken ribs. He yelled something like "Get away from him," or "don't touch him" But he couldn't really understand what or how he was saying. His main focus was just KIRYUU. He fired at his legs and continued running towards him. He leaned to the side and slammed into the tank, cause him to stumble but not fall over. Crow took one hit to the shoulder, light one but still one. He fell down but kept firing at him, scrambling over to stand in front of Kiryuu.]

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[He shouts and joins Crow over protected Kiryu, gasping for air through the fetid stench of the Tank. He raises his gun up to aim and fight straight at the Tank's face, twice in a row.]

Fuck you!

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[The tank yelled out and stumbled back, falling to the ground. Dead or perhaps even knocked out.]

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[Kiryu's hurt bad. He's given up trying to drag himself away, collapsed in a limp sprawl on the asphalt. One hand is wrecked, several ribs cracked, and he probably has a concussion from being thrown down.]

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Kiryuu! [Crow runs to Kiryu's side and bites his lip.] Wh-What the fuck do we do?! [His fear showing] Are you legs hurt, Kiryuu? [He says it all in one breath, then pants, and swallows hard, the adrenaline and fright racking through his body]

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[Yuusei moves quickly and takes off his health pack that he's saved for emergencies like this. He begins to removing the bandages, gritting his teeth.] Goddamn it, Kiryu, hold on... [He glances at Crow.] We'll patch him up as much as we can now and find some place to hole up for the time being... be thankful that this place isn't fucking infested with Infected...

[He pauses]

Yet.

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[Kiryu groans, even paler than usual. He might be going into shock, but at least his broken ribs aren't displaced, otherwise he'd probably have a punctured lung on top of things. With one hand broken, he's down to shooting one pistol, and he won't be able to steady his rifle, either... not that he's going to be doing any fighting for a while.]

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[Crow helps Yuusei with the bandages. He takes out a small pouch and crushes the substance inside. The pack quickly cooled and Crow slipped off his glove, wrapping the cold package in the fabric. ] Hang in there, man.. [He presses the chilled bag against Kiryuu's wrist, softly of course.

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[Yuusei finishes up and runs a hand through his hair.] Crow... How much ammo do you have left? [He's not that well off, they'll have to take inventory of what they have and try to use it wisely until they can find a refuge.]

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[Kiryu hisses even at the slight pressure, the shooting pain in his hand enough to jolt him out of his twilight state.]

Ow!! Dammit!!

[He's gritting his teeth, his eyes darting between Crow and Yuusei's faces.]

Tank... where's the fucking Tank...?!

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[He looks to Yuusei]

A few rounds of ammo for my AK.

[He then turns to Kiryu]

Kiryu, it's dead.. we killed it.

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[Yuusei nods in affirmation, raising a brow to Crow slightly. He ruffled his friend's hair a bit and looks to Kiryu.]

Not sure how we're going to move you though... how's your chest...?

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I know I busted a few ribs... I can feel it. Hurts to breathe.

[Kiryu struggles to sit up, only to groan and sway.]

... fucking head's killing me... probably a concussion... gotta get off the street....

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[Crow kneels down next to Kiryu and places a hand on his back to steady him]

Let's get you up then,

[He slings one of Kiryu's arms over his shoulder and slowly stands up, bringing Kiryu with him. But, due to his height, he couldn't help him walk. He sighs. ]

A little help here, Yuusei?

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[Yuusei's already gently slinging Kiryu's other arm over his shoulder, steadying his torso as well and looking around.] Come on, let's get going...

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[Kiryu grits his teeth, every step making him hiss or gasp, but he moves with his brothers. Getting caught like that... so stupid! He knows better.]

... gotta find a place to hide... secure... quiet... high up....

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[Crow looks around and spots house nestled between two apartment buildings. The house looked small, which meant it wouldn't take long to scout the area for zombies. He walked over, drawing his AK-47 and turning his flash light. He traveled up the small wooden porch, which squeaked and shifted under his boots and made his way to the door. Crow tapped the door lightly, which proceeded to fall off its hinges. He caught the door before it hit the ground and made even more sound. He sighed and gently leaned the door to the side of the house and walked in slowly. The place was dusty has hell, and it looked like no one had lived there for years. He checked the rooms, the one bedroom, the small kitchen, bathroom and living room, which was decorated with a small couch, a recliner, and a TV that probably doesn't work anymore. Anyway, it was zombie free, fuck yeah. ]

[He walked back outside, waving to Yuusei to bring Kiryu over here.]

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All right! [Yuusei grins and carefully brings Kiryu over, easing into every step to make it as painless as possible. He walks him through the door and looks around] It isn't high up... but we'll make due for now, at least until you've healed some...

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[Kiryu nods, leaning more heavily on Yuusei now. His entire body aches, but his ribs and his wrist are screaming in pain. What he wouldn't give for some painkillers and about a week's worth of rest.]

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Yuusei, lay him on that couch in the living room. I'm gonna look for some pills.

[ He takes off into the other room.]

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[He gives a firm nod, helping Kiryu onto the ancient-looking couch in the battered living room and propping his head up just a bit.] Tank did a fucking number on you, huh? [He folds his arms over his chest, looking at their battered leader with a somber look on his face.]

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Thought it was gonna crush me like a grape....

[Kiryu presses his good hand to his ribs, wincing, though he's fixing Yuusei with a piercing stare.]

Will you sit down and relax before you pop a blood vessel?

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[Crow came back with a bottle of pills]

Found some~

[He took out two tablets and leaned over Kiryu]

Say "Ahhhh"

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[Yuusei sits down on the floor next to the couch and leans against it, watching Kiryu taking ~~dem peels~~ the pills with some relief in his eyes. He doesn't know why he's on edge, probably because they're still missing Jack... Any member of their team missing is cause for worry.]

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[Kiryu chokes down the pain pills, gagging a little. It'd be nice to have water, but the chances of that are slim so he won't even ask. He just forces the pills down and slumps back into the couch with a groan.]

If we run into any more Infected, we're dead meat. Can't believe this is happening....

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[Crow pets Kiryu's hair softly, affectionately, but pulls back suddenly and looks away. He bits his lip.]

There should be a gun store or something around here. THis place looks an awful lot like our old home, so maybe some of the places are the same?

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Yeah, maybe we'll take a trip when you've healed a bit more... [He runs a hand over his face and checks his own ammo, making a face.] That Tank did a number on our stock...

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[Suddenly a thud echoes through the safe house, followed by another. And another. It's pretty loud and insistent and might be coming from a closet. Too bad it's locked although that would explain why anyone inside might be trying to break the door down.]

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[Kiryu sits up sharply at the sound, only to yelp as his ribs protest. He sinks back down, his eyes wide and alert.]

What the fuck was that...?!

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[Crow stands up suddenly and grabs his AK.]

I-I got this one..

[He says, wearily. He approaches the closet and pulls the door open. He drops his gun.]

...FUCKING TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH.

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[Yuusei growls and nudges Kiryu back down into place on the couch.] Don't push it, we got this.

[Yuusei gets to his feet and walks over next to Crow with his auto shotgun at the ready.]

What's going on--Hey, Jack's in the closet!

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[Jack tumbles out of the closet into a heap on the floor, though he's quick to sit up, pointing his rifle at Yusei, then Crow, then lowering the weapon with a sigh when he realizes they're not infected.]

Aw christ, still in this shithole with you guys?

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[From his place on the couch, Kiryu glances over at the source of the commotion and spots that familiar crown of blond hair. Sighing, he closes his eyes again, glad that Jack isn't dead or trapped somewhere.]

Where the hell have you been, Atlas...?

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JACK!!

[He picks up Jack by the collar and shakes him.]

IT FUCKING TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH!! WE WERE WORRIED!!

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