Who: Nam-Ra & Open What: Getting hurt by someone impacted by fear gas. Where: Some street When: Friday morning Warnings: Violence, a stabbing, and mention of zombies. TBD on anything else. Status: Open, In progress.
Nam-Ra had been avoiding going out as much as she could to prevent herself from being hit by the gas. The fear of what could happen was enough to keep her inside and work on things inside the house. If she lost control, then someone could get hurt or bit. Both things were not something she could live with. People were safer with her inside or at least limiting her interaction with the outside world. Sadly, her plan to stay indoors was stomped on by the need to grab a book from the library that she had put on hold and it finally coming in. Probably not the best reason to many, but it was to her and that was why she had finally ventured out into public. The screams and people freaking out already had her head hurting, making her wish that she had remembered to grab her earbuds.
Someone slammed into her, but she had her balance enough that it did nothing as they kept running away and screaming. This was terrifying. Also felt too much like home with all the screaming when the outbreak had started. Her eyes widened at the sight of someone attacking someone else. The sight of the knife made Nam-Ra move over quickly to prevent anyone from getting her. “Please, stop,” she cried out as she pulled the grown man off the other person. Her zombie strength came in handy along with her reaction time as the person moved to stab her. Instead, she moved her hand and got the knife right in the center of her hand. “Owww,” she said for show more than anything since she did not even feel the pain. Pretending to be in pain, she then used her other hand which did not have a knife in it to knock them out until the gas wore off. She wasn’t a fan of the idea of doing that, but she needed to get the knife out and not worry about the stranger hurting themselves or trying to hurt her. Pulling the knife out of her hand, she wiped it on her shirt, ignoring the fact that now it had blood before tearing some of the bottom of her shirt to wrap it around her hand. It was mainly to cover the wound from attention, but also to stop the little bit of blood cause she did not need that to be causing problems. Now her eyes looked around, trying to decide on what to do about the knife that had been used on her. She did not want to leave it where someone might decide to use it. Yes, it was clean so her virus wouldn't spread, but the idea of leaving a weapon out in the open was not something she was going to do.