David Zimmerman (soeccentric) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-02-14 23:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [02] february, elliot, rae |
WHO: David, Elliot, Rae
WHAT: David gets bitten. D:
WHERE: An apartment on Wall St. near Federal Hall.
WHEN: February 15th, 2019; 12:30 pm.
RATING: Medium-high for a zombie attack.
STATUS: In progress.
It had been such a long time since David had gone looting that it was almost a foreign concept to him. He knew, of course, that there was still an etiquette to it... or maybe less etiquette and more rules. Like never wander off alone, never open barricaded doors and always stick with someone who could defend themselves, but walking around inside of apartments and stores was a lost art to someone who spent all of their time on Liberty Island.
His mind was still reeling quite heavily from his talk with Allie yesterday; it was information overload at its finest. Finding out that the woman you were pretty much head over heels for used to con people for a living was something that you never wanted to hear, after all. But he didn't care. Or maybe that was an overstatement. He did care. But Allie had promised, sworn, that she wasn't conning him. And their agreement to spend the next two weeks getting to know each other for real? That was a good idea. He was sure that he'd still feel the same way about her. Positive, even. Because even though she'd never been fully honest with him, she'd never really flat-out lied to him, either. And he trusted her word.
Never in his life did he think that he would be calling the shots, more or less, with a woman. But here he was. He shook his head and laughed, catching Rae's attention from the opposite side of the room where she was looking through a catalog of hip hop albums and humming the Fresh Prince theme with a wry grin on her face.
"What's so funny, Casanova?" Rae asked as she slid a Will Smith box set into her messenger bag.
David laughed. Rae had taken to calling him Casanova since yesterday, and it was both amusing and frustrating because he was hardly a Casanova. "Just thinking of how weird it is, actually being kind of in the driver's seat with a girl I like. Do you think I did the right thing? Suggesting that we wait two weeks?" he asked, biting his lip as he gathered a semi-worn copy of American Gods by Neil Gaiman off the shelf for Elliot and slid it into his pack.
Shrugging a shoulder, Rae nodded. "I think it's best for both of you, to be honest. You get to know her for real, and she gets to determine if her feelings for you are rebound feelings or not. I don't think they are, for the record." She approached David and squeezed his shoulder. "You did the right thing," she reassured him.
Nodding in self-affirmation, David chuckled. "Thanks, Rae." He stepped away from the desk he'd been searching and wandered over to a shelf next to a closed closet door. The floor was a little bit creaky on one part, and David took note of that as he moved toward the shelves and searched them carefully for anything interesting.
It was about that moment, however, that he heard a scratching noise on the nearby closet door, and his eyes immediately turned. It sounded like animal claws, but it was hard to tell from this distance. Scratching his forehead, he moved a little bit closer to try and listen a little bit better.
Rae tried to call David's attention. "Hey, where's your brother, anyway? He said he'd only be a couple s—"
"Shh!" David hushed her as he leaned in close to the door and then his eyes widened when he heard a high pitched whining sound. "There's a dog in there!" he called out, reaching for the doorknob.
"No, David don't!" she called out.
But she was too late. The door swung open and no sooner had the dog come into view than David realized exactly how grievous his error was. That... was not any kind of healthy dog. "Shit—" was all he had the chance to say, before the infected dog lunged at him. It latched onto his arm with its teeth, but the force of the animal's impact knocked him back into the creaky part of the floor and sent him crashing through it, to the floor of the level below.
He barely heard the ensuing melee, the gunshots that Rae fired to take the animal out before it could do any damage; the impact of the fall wasn't just incredibly painful, but also completely shocking. Rae called out to him, but all he could do was groan in response as he rolled onto his side, writhing in either shock or agony.