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ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ (packof) wrote in somerealityrpg,

There was an added layer of weird in Goodland, since returning to the city from the beaches of Thailand, it was like people couldn't help but say nice stuff. And it was odd enough, without being compelled to blurt things at people. Derek wasn't a blurter.

He wasn't one for compliments either.

So he'd opted to go for a walk, a solo walk in isolated areas to avoid other people really.

He'd lasted as long as when a scent caught his attention. Allison hadn't been gone long, her stuff missing from the room and the little pieces she'd kept of Isaac's gone too. It was jarring, sure, but Derek had started to get used to it again. But if she had just been...

Except the scent on the air was blood, not just that she'd wandered past. The area was isolated enough that tracking through the streets wasn't too complicated, the blood was fresh and strong, leading better than if it had been trailed through the city, just an isolated spot. "Allison," There wasn't a disturbance around the area, just Allison on the ground in---

Wasn't this like---

There wasn't much time to focus on what was going on, as Derek pressed on the wound to stem as much as possible. "Allison, stay awake." He knew there was a limited time, but he had to hope the Entity didn't just drop her back into this, like a do-over, just to kill her again. "Hang on, there's..." The clinic was too far away, even for his speed, and he couldn't wait to see if one of the healers could get there quick enough.

It wouldn't be the first time he'd barged into a hospital, and it was close. Bundling Allison up, trying to keep her wound close so that he could keep pressure on it, Derek set of towards Goodland's hospital.