[Spam with Malcolm - Not dead yet. Still? Anymore.]

[doeswhatido]

[[Everything ached, and it wasn't because he was on the hard floor in the hallway. He'd died, had the blood of life sucked out of him, had oddly enjoyed it, and then, apparently, been dumped in some random hallway. He'd been awake for all of a minute as he counted it, and his attempts to move in that minute had proved painful and dissimilar to

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[f_ckitybye]

[This is not the sort of thing one expects to trip over while trying to get quickly from one place to another.]

...47? That you?

[doeswhatido]

[[His arm had managed to move up, palm flat against the floor. He tried to put weight on it to push himself up and there was a moment of triumph where he felt himself moving up, up, a few inches...and then flopping back down.]]

Yes. It's me.

[f_ckitybye]

[Malcolm stared at the man-fuck, was that blood?]

Fucking Christ, man, what happened to you?

[Malcolm looked worriedly up and down the hallway, as if expecting 47's assailant to come leaping out at any minute.]

[doeswhatido]

Vampire...something...like a vampire.

[[He managed to roll himself back over on his back so he could look up at Malcolm, using his palms to try and support him so he could sit up, at least.]]

Little help?