x - 0015 [Deadalive]

[call_me_spooky]

[Accidental Voice Post]

[Several shots are fired; Mulder shouts unintelligibly. There are muffled sounds of a struggle, which after a moment recede into the background, accompanied by sharp, uneven footfalls as he runs his sorry ass away.

For a moment there's only heavy breathing.]

Shit.

[Fabric rustling, followed by a soft click. Mulder

Comments

[playstheblues]

Mulder? Are you...

Do you need help?

[call_me_spooky]

[More rustling as he realizes the device is on and gets it out, with a heavy cough in the background.]

No. Bit.

action!

[1inageneration]

[Oh no. Oh no. Oh god why?

Buffy regrets moving her patrol into this part of the City. Mulder? Really? The deities sure had a sick sense of humor.]

Over here. Look, brains. Warm, tasty brains up for grabs!

yey action!

[call_me_spooky]

[He's stumbling around a bit-- Mulder's sense of direction is usually a little iffy, and right now he's disoriented as hell. It probably doesn't help that he's been liberally chewed on, and lost a fair bit of blood, too.

As far as sanity goes, he's not doin' so great. Good enough, though, that that comment warrants a (confused) glare. Fft, brains. Though, actually, he is hungry...]

'm fine...

[He's not fine. But he's stumbling towards you now.]

[steeldame]

Give me your location, Agent Mulder.

[call_me_spooky]

[Coughing]

Not sure... Was going to...

...was going...

voice;

[steeldame]

Mulder! Open your bloody eyes!

voice; || Heeee's hallucinating. lil' bit. ahaha. ♥

[call_me_spooky]

Damnit, I thought the bank was down this block...

[bright_shield]

. . . . . . your location?

[Voice]

[call_me_spooky]

not sure... I...

[Cuts off]

[bright_shield]

Dammit--!!

[[action]] i r spammin u :P

[horrible_phd]

[Billy is walking down the street with bags of food and spots zombie!Mulder. He runs in the opposite direction. He can't even tell if Mulder is infected or not, he just recognizes him from the other day.]

[[action]] o noez! spam >D

[call_me_spooky]

[Mulder's not looking so great, you might notice, as you get a little bit closer. Definitely not so kissable this time. He's staring around him wildly, trying to get his bearings, if only everything would stop moving.]