Close Encounters [with the Angel of Death]

[didorothy]

[--FROM THE HORRORS HE HAS SEEN! THERE IS NOTHING THAT WILL LET SAM TYLER FORGET THIS NIGHT!]

[But Sam himself is much quieter, still carrying a shotgun, now bleeding in darkness and starlight from his left leg]

I think I found the cause. Part of it, anyway.

[a brief, cynical smile at Josef Mengele, Zombie Overlord]

I could do with one of the healers around here first.

Comments

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[it takes a lot for Gene to stay away from Sam, seeing as there's blood and such involved, but he does so with extreme effort]

I need more details than that, Tyler.

[didorothy]

No, you don't.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

You have information on the bastard doing this to my City, you give that information to me, DI Tyler.

[madamemoiselle]

...Josef?

{With an eerily cold tone,} Did Josef hurt Sam?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Have a Juni hovering]

[didorothy]

If he controls the zombies, and you happen to be one, what do you think will come of you going to face him?

[didorothy]

[he knows what that means]

Diva, no. It's really not a good idea.

[didorothy]

[slightly awkward wave] Hullo.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

Hi, you need healing?

[theguv.livejournal.com]

I've fought it this long. I'm not gonna be waiting off to the side because some bastard thinks he can control me.

[seventhcoil.livejournal.com]

[she gives the blood a horrified look before turning away and putting her hands on her hips] Y-You're supposed to be careful and not get hurt. We might have a first aid kit at home...

[madamemoiselle]

{OR NOT. But this is okay, because I can edit this comment! But she does step closer nonetheless}

Really not? Why is that? He already died once, and I'd be glad to see to it again, Sam.

[didorothy]

Let me correct you: he can control you. Not thinks, but can.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

I'll believe it when I see it.

[sifud.livejournal.com]

[W...wtfsparkleblood. But that's not important right now.] Lay down.

[didorothy]

Yeah.

[errm]

Sam. Sam Tyler.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Nancylocks?

[didorothy]

[well crap]

It doesn't hurt, Fumie. There are plenty of people here who can fix it up in a moment. I've been careful, promise.

[didorothy]

...What?

[didorothy]

[smiles weakly and crouches down, shifting his leg so as to not hurt it]

Don't worry, Cy. I just had a run in with someone very unpleasant.

[didorothy]

I'll believe if when you're trying to bite my arm off, then!

[sifud.livejournal.com]

Lay down. I can't exactly heal you if I can't get to where you're hurt.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Mews and tries to nudge at it.] Where's King Midas when you need him?

[didorothy]

It's personal for you. I don't want something to happen.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Edges a little closer] Can I ask what happened?

[Smile] Juni, Juni Swan.