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Dec 12, 2007 00:35

Who: Nusakan beta_crb and Dean fullonswayzed (unless someone else would like to save the poor psycho-in-training, in case just ask Chev. Warning, though, Nusakan imprints.)
What: Save the princess Looking for survivors.
When: Day 02, around noon
Where: Back at the school.
Warnings: Gore and language. Also possibly the ghei.

( In stage 1, body temperature drops by 1-2°C below normal temperature (1.8-3.6°F). )

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fullonswayzed December 12 2007, 09:36:43 UTC

Dean'd backtracked to the school on instinct more than anything else. Even though he was pretty sure no student in their right mind woulda stuck around, hell, he had to be sure, right? Oh, it wouldn't twist him up at night if he'd missed or overlooked somebody, but he wanted to just... make sure.

Well, that, and look for supplies. And where else to go for mass amounts of barely-edible food (that would, despite its distinct lack of taste, keep people alive) but a highschool cold storage unit?

So it was with a loaded shotgun slung over one shoulder and his duffel at ready to receive as many reddi-meal packs as he could stuff into it that he opened the door to the freezer and promptly went, 'Holy shit--'

And that was it, jacket off, bag dropped, he was at the person's side in less time than it took to realize that he knew them.

If ever there'd been a time for Dean to swear, this was it. And he did so. Liberally.

"Nusakan, what the hell--!" Dean's hands were gentler than his voice as he tried to pull Nusakan into a sitting ( ... )

beta_crb December 12 2007, 09:47:31 UTC

The first thing his brain registered was that he was definitely getting warmer. Being the rational person he was, Nusakan's first thought was oh god, stage two. Only after that did he realize he was no longer in the freezer and in fact being carried in someone's arms. Someone whose voice sounded very familiar.

He held a hand up and touched his thumb to his pinkie like he did before in an example that he could do it, though it wasn't an easy task to accomplish.

"It's a pull door." he gave, in explanation to why he had been in the freezer, and in the state he was in that made perfect sense all on its own.

fullonswayzed December 12 2007, 10:03:29 UTC

"I know it's a pull door, genius," Dean chided him, tone too sharp to be called gentle. "So you'd take hypothermia over the living dead? Smart, that."

He made a beeline for the teacher's lounge. He knew (from personal - and coital! experience) that there was a coffee maker there. Some crappy thing from the seventies with a pallor to put paisley to shame, but damned if it didn't work.

Dean was just glad that the zombies had pretty much cleared out. He'd seen two on the way in and wasted 'em pretty as you please. If they made a resurgence now, well. He was screwed about six ways to Sunday with a cherry on top. He stopped only to pick up his duffel (trickier than one might think, with both hands occupied).

beta_crb December 12 2007, 10:17:40 UTC

Nusakan was silent for a moment. Of course he'd chose freezing over zombies - hypothermia was a relatively painless way to go, especially when the other option was the victim of what was effectively cannibalism. He'd had too much time to ponder on the thought of being eaten alive. Chronic asthma didn't seem so bad, anymore. Perspective was the key in situations like these.

"I-it was a r-really heavy p-pull door." he stuttered out, still shivering and curling as close to Dean as he could for the body heat. "The... those things, d-didn't seem to h-have much in the way of- of m-motor c-c-c-c-coordination, so I th-thought..." that it would be safe there, that they wouldn't be able to get in. And he was right. But then he realized afterwards that he didn't know when it would be safe to come back out.

"...is it over?"

I just noticed you put 'noon' in your tagline and I'm still stubbornly insisting it's morning. Go me fullonswayzed December 12 2007, 18:24:52 UTC

"Damn rights it's heavy," Dean said, shifting Nusakan carefully to open the door to the teacher's lounge. He was half-expecting to find all the teachers turned into zombies, but alas, no such luck. "It's to keep little twerps like you from opening them and getting your sorry ass trapped inside." Not quite true, but talking was key at this point. He let himself in, locked the door behind him. The main problem was the windows, place had a million of 'em, and they weren't too far off the ground to discourage an undead attack ( ... )