Linda Nicole Ryder (lindanrydin) wrote in reality_dome, @ 2014-05-13 09:32:00 |
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Death Bites
Characters: Linda (& Pace too. Possibly)
When: Friday, 4:49pm
Location: In between Cabin 8 and the Keep, somewhere around the middle heading back the the Cabin
Warnings/Rating: Mild language, Violence, Graphic
Summary: Linda gets bit, embarrassingly
Status: Closed/Narritive
Linda was hungry, and after finding out there were zombies out there, she wasn't exactly running to the door to see them. No, dead things were supposed to be dead and she didn't like the idea of dead things being living. Was it even considered living? She pressed her hand against her stomach. She tried to horde when she read about the Zombification, but the food was gone the next day. This was her fault and Pace would suffer for it. She decided she had to make a break for it. Why? This was HER fault. Besides, she felt better suited for the job. Deciding a run would do it, she tied her hair up with one of the nifty scrunchi's she had received, and filled her water canteen. She made sure to tighten the canteen to her body, not wanting it to bounce around. Then, with one of the t-shirts, she grabbed it. Earlier that day, she had sewn the sleeves and collar shut to make it into a make-shift bag. She decided maybe if she got enough food for two days, maybe they wouldn't clean out the cabin this time. She sighed and prepared herself mentally. Then she opened the door. Once she closed the door behind her, she took off in a run. She kept her breathing controlled, and kept looking left, right, everywhere. Nothing. She made it to the Keep and she slammed the door shut. She looked around the area and it was quiet. She kept glancing around, making sure some dead animation thing wasn't in there. She went straight to the kitchen and started loading up the shirt. Once there was enough for her and Pace, she twisted the top and carried it out of the kitchen. She had made it. One last trip to go. She studied the door with a sigh. Breathe. Think of survival. Get the food back. Door open, and shut, and she took off running. She was about halfway back to the cabin when she saw the dead wolf. It was alone. She froze, at first she thought it living, but the jaw was slack, and the tail limp. Normally, she loved wolves, she felt like she could be one ... but now? It turned to face her and Linda took a step back. "Find something else to eat. I think an angry woman lives here. Challenge her." It kept coming towards her. The tail being limp would mean it couldn't handle tight turns good. So Linda took off running, knowing she couldn't hold off the wolf. It followed with a growl, and Linda made sure to zig-zag her path. The wolf slid a little as they do with limp tails. But she wasn't much faster, and that frightened her. Predictable, her levitation kicked in just as the wolf reached her. She floated up much higher then expected. "Oh no!" The wolf prowled under her, waiting for its chance. She saw birds in the distance, and she remembered what she read. She grabbed out a frozen pizza, pulled off the box, and held it tight. She closed her eyes to force herself to calm down. She had a plan. She instantly came out of the air, landing on her feet, but she held out to hit the pizza on the wolf's head. It didn't deter it. "No!" She hit him again to knock him off his feet and this time she went on a straight run. The cabin wasn't too far away, when she heard it more than saw it. The wolf jumped and she held her left arm up to defend her face, and the wolf bit down hard. She cried out from the wolf on her forearm. She hit it over the head again, as the wolf began to pull. She tightened her grip on the food and used it to hit the wolf in the jaw, and it let go. She scurried back up to feet, letting her arm dangle. If she got bit again, she wanted it to be in the same place versus somewhere new. She scrambled to the cabin as the wolf licked at the blood drops on the ground, and renewed its strength in coming towards her. "No, no," she barely managed to get into the cabin with the food when she heard it paw at the door. She pressed her body against the door and glanced down to her arm. It was from the elbow down, and it looked horrible. It was fixable, but Linda was afraid to leave the cabin, and Jaime ... no. She whimpered and carried the food with her good arm to the kitchen. After she set the food on the counter, she put her arm in the sink and turned on the water. Tears streamed down her face as she rinsed off the excess blood. It took about 30 minutes and it hurt, but not one sound came from her. The smell of iron filled the air. She then grabbed the shirt-bag, and dumped out all the food, and used it to wrap her arm. With it wrapped, she went to her room. She was sure she saw simple first aids in the bathroom. Cleaning alcohol and aspirin. Good. Uncovering, her arm she poured the alcohol over her ... and what a mistake. She tightened her jaw so hard, she was afraid she broke a tooth. She then grabbed the aspirin, and started crunching on it with her teeth. She spit it out on the wound to allow the aspirin to help with the pain and swelling. With that at work, she finally moved back into the room. She grabbed her sewing kit and sighed. "A lot harder when one is left handed," she mumbled, but set to the task of putting the skin together, she worked. She was doing well, but as time went on, she found herself nauseous. Nauseous? Blood never bothered her before. Her head started aching, and she tried to shake it off. She was almost done it had only been about two hours or so, few more ... and her body began to ache. As she finished the stitch she used her teeth to bite off the thread. She went back to her bathroom to pull the canteen off and she rinsed her arm. As she stood there, the dizziness took over and she began to throw up. Was she ... sick? Still, she added more crunched aspirin to help with the additional swelling she gave herself from sewing, making sure she did a good job. She held onto the canteen, grabbing the aspirin and headed back to bed. Her door was wide open from earlier ... she wondered if Pace would be scared when he saw the blood. She hoped not ... she needed rest. She'd find Jaime when the week was over, but for now ... she started coughing and shivering. She went under the blankets, needing to sleep. She whimpered and pulled the pillow case off the other pillow and wrapped it tightly around her arm. Always clean linen, and .. oh ... Linda's head. She wanted to just die. She hadn't had the flu since she was a child, and was it always like this? "Pace, Pace," she said softly as she nestled into bed, freezing and hot all at once. "Andrew," she mumbled under her breath, feeling like death was looming, but she fell asleep, tears still coming down as she did. She just hoped if Pace did bother her, she could convince him not to get Jaime until the week was over. No sense in chancing it. Although lucky for her, a fever to keep her bedded was well in the works. |