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[leatherrr]

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[transmission cuts in on a distinctly enraged whisper] --it. Shit. That bitch, she must've had a piece of that fucking Note on her, there's no other--

[a pause, then the sound of a long indrawn breath]

... Oh. Finally. [fumbling noises] I haven't used one of these dinosaurs in years.

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COMMENTLOG FROM THIS POINT FORTH.

[leatherrr]

[running through a deserted hallway on the 2nd floor and breathing hard, more out of shock than exertion; he's just dispatched two Bubble Head Nurses, or at least he thinks they're down--he fired out of pure reflex (wasted bullets, dammit), so didn't have time to check]

What... the hell...

[grips his gun, grits his teeth and skids around the corner to see a group of them waiting for him a little too close, and between him and the stairs]

Shit.

[shouldn't have gone around the corner, shouldn't have fired those shots and made so much noise, shouldn't have--now he needs a plan to get rid of these.]

COMMENTLOG!

[hope4afuture]

[Trunks swings the door open entering the hospital. Immediately, he jerks his head back covering his nose. The stench, it reeked death.]

Some hospital.

HEY! Anyone here?!

[He continues pacing the floor scanning left to right heading towards the stairs. What he'll find up there, he won't know yet.]

Anyone here?!

COMMENTLOG.

[leatherrr]

[the hospital is so quiet you could hear a pin drop--that is, if he weren't busy dodging the leadpipes from the Bubble Head Nurses. Trunks' voice basically bounces all the way up to the next floor, freezing their advancement for a split second]

... Now.

[uttered in a low rush of breath as he charges through the nurses' ranks that are unguarded for a just a second; winces at the crash of a pipe across his back (shit that's going to leave a bruise) and pelts towards the stairs]

Over... here!

[which he takes two at a time, leaping down to the landing and looking ahead frantically as he approaches the first floor]

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[hope4afuture]

[Trunks eyes widen watching Mello coming down the steps with something gruesome following behind him. That sent chills down his spine. Trunks steps back motioning Mello to pass him out the stair well.]

Hurry!

[Once he would pass, Trunks would follow behind him.]

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[leatherrr]

[spots Trunks and blinks, wondering if that guy yelling over the PDA actually came rushing over here; that'd be a first]

They're... not that fast. Just show me where the exit is!

[preferably before the Nurses got the bright idea of throwing the pipes at them]

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[hope4afuture]

Down the hall--[slams the stair door shut!]

--Make a left and the exit door should be on the left side!

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[leatherrr]

[so there's the exit and he's already learned his lesson about corners, but they're a little too close for him to be careful enough--around the corner shit that's a scalpel coming for him]

F-Fucker...!

[throws himself backwards out of range, but not without a sizeable rip in his coat and a mild scratch on his shoulder, and parting with a bit of his bangs; if this is any indicator of this place, you really have to wonder if he actually wants to get outside.

in the meantime, though, that Puppet Doctor is closing in way too fast, so he raises his gun from where he's on his ass on the floor and fires madly to slow it down]

COMMENTLOG.

[hope4afuture]

Great!

[Yeah time to pull out the sword here and jumps in front of Mello to the Puppet Doctor. Raising his sword just above his shoulder, Trunks charges at him ready to deliver a diagonal cut.]

COMMENTLOG.

[leatherrr]

[he can see the fucking exit, it's way too close for them to get bottlenecked here, and he can hear the noise of the Nurses getting at the door--if they don't move soon, they're toast]

... Nngh. [propels himself to his feet] Let's get out of here. That fucker is fast, but he doesn't look too smart.

[moves past them, glancing over his shoulder--he'll expend another bullet if he gets a clear shot]

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[hope4afuture]

[He holds the Puppet Doctor off 'til Mello passed him. Trunks follows behind catching up to Mello.]

Just keep...running. We're almost there. [Trunks continues glancing back. If that creature were to come near them again, he would be ready to hold it back.]

COMMENTLOG.

[leatherrr]

[they're outrunning the Doctor, so he conserves his bullets--can't even remember how many he spent, which is not a good thing in this kind of situation

oh well.

basically SLAMS the damn doors open and shut behind them--he'll go to the end of the street before he stops for breath, which he really fucking needs right now, but...]

Which... way... should we be headed.

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[hope4afuture]

[Slamming the door right beside you and catching his breath.]

Huff...huff Back...to the..huff huff.. apartment...for now.

[Hanging his head forward for a moment, then lifts his head up putting his sword back into his sash 'ching!']

There's..monsters out here..too. Are you alright?

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[leatherrr]

[pauses since Trunks did and flips on his PDA, with the map Johnny gave him] Which apartments?

[he's been better, but sore is nothing next to dead, and they're still way too close to the hospital for comfort--plus the talk of monsters in the streets wasn't too reassuring either]

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[hope4afuture]

Well, I live in the Latimir apartment. Want to head there then?

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[leatherrr]

[shrug] It's all the same to me. [stashes the PDA] Let's get moving.

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[hope4afuture]

Alright. [Begins leading.] This way...

By the way, I'm Trunks.