Left For Dead

As much as Zane wanted to let himself get distracted from everything and lose himself in Bea, for them to leave their marks all over this room and be snuggled in bed, naked, still sweating, when her stupid father walked in to get them. But, Bea's request was not only reasonable but necessary in the moment. She had it in her to survive, that was obvious when he found her pummelling a zombie, but this would up her chances. Still though, Zane sat mesmerized, trying to turn off that part of his brain while she took her shoes off and moved to the center of the room. Chuckling, Zane cracked the tail of the lobster they were sharing, dunked the meat in butter and threw the whole chuck of meat in his mouth. He picked up a napkin off the table and wiped his hands has he moved toward her. [c]
His chest and abs were dramatically more healed than when they showed up a few hours ago. The bruises were faint and looked liked they were just about completely healed. They probably should have looked worse after his scuffle in the office but that was not the case. Unaware, and uncaring, Zane walked over to Bea, grabbed her wrist and spun her around so her back was pressed to his chest and her arm was locked between her breasts. His grip on her wrist wasn't tight but it was clear it could tighten at any second. "First impulse? How would you try to get out of this?"[e]

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Bea would wander over to the door, pressing her ear to it and listening in, hearing the unintelligible whispers of staff evidently guarding the room should they plan on leaving. Her jaw tensed a little as she pulled away, moving to the record player and turning it on, settling the needle down against the vinyl as it crackled on starting. The Zombies - ‘She’s not there’ began playing, her mind weary that there wasn’t microphones in the room but that didn’t exactly stop them listening in on them from outside. She glanced back over to Zane as he cracked the tail of the lobster and proceeded to eat more, her green eyes wandering over him as he wiped his hands and got up. “You look in better knick than you did when we first got here.” She spoke as he moved toward her, his bruises had faded into yellow and green tinges against his skin instead of the deep purples, blues and reds he had before. She flinched as he grabbed her wrist and spun her to hold her back to his chest, instinctively she began to wriggle (c)
quickly halting herself on a frown as it would only force his hand to grip her harder on her struggling. She would let out a soft hum before gently tilting her head back, the crown on her skull delicately pressing to his chin amongst her thick dreads. “Pop you in the chin with my massive head?” She asked curiously before moving her head to glance over her shoulder to him on a uncertain expression, her nose scrunching up a little as she didn’t have much knowledge of fist fighting or protecting herself in combat.

Jon shrugged to himself when his forced guest decided against food. So he fed the extra steak to the dog and, drank a few beers while he ate and watched the undead stirring up outside as the sun began to set. When he was done eating, he went back into the room to find Daniel sleeping soundly. He picked up his backpack and hammers and headed outside for his favorite excerise—zombie killing. Whacking their heads off with his hammers was like playing polo upside down and he got a real kick out of it. He usually went over to the weapons stalls to try out new knives or swords but there was nothing like the sound of the hammer against a skull for him. [c]
About an hour later, he came back inside, covered in blood, put his backpack and hammers down in the room, then took the winding stairs off the other side of the room to the ramparts. He walked down the narrow pathway to the water tower and undressed, setting his clothes aside. The water was always cold and he liked that. He swept up a metal tap the bottom of the tower letting water fall into a large bucket. Once it was full, he closed the tap and then, moved under the bucket, tipping it over slightly to get himself wet enough to scrub up.[c]
Zane had never used a record player before, so he was happy when Bea turned on the music. He missed music. Besides, they could speak more freely with the sound covering them, even though Bea didn't want to have too much information on hand just in case. Mentioning his bruises, he just smirked at her and didn't even look down at himself, instead letting his mind wander back to the mood a few moments ago. "You checking me out?" He said cheekily. When she started to wiggle in his grasp he put his hand on her shoulder and gave her wrist a threatening squeeze. Then she turned her head and looked back at him and he nodded. [c]
"I mean if the person grabbing you is about your height, yeah, that could work." His hand moved down her arm, tapping the elbow of her free arm. "Or you could use this. Your elbow is very hard and sharp. It'll deal more damage than it'll take when it comes to humans. But your actual first response was to wiggle and that won't get you anywhere but a tighter hold. Instead, you have to breathe, and reach for tender spots." He spun her around, letting her wrist go, and pointed to his chin, his nose, his ribs, just under his ribs and the tops of his feet. "I take it you know the groin is always a good shot. But those work just as well. Only takes about two pounds of pressure to break someone's nose and that's easily applied with an elbow. Ready to try again?[e]

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Bea rolled her eyes playfully to him before raising a brow. “Pft! If I wanted to check you out I would have done so and told you of it. I’m just saying-..You look less shit. It was an observation.” She would say nonchalantly to his cheeky words, not wanting to distract him from the task at hand. She would give a soft nod to his words, making sure she took everything in, her elbow making a small gesture back after he’d pointed out it was a good way to deal damage. She looked to him as he spun her around once more and let go of her wrist, facing him directly and watching as he pointed to the various areas, nodding softly as she felt she understood a little more after he’d explained. She looked him up and down before she spoke. “Please be firm with me, I’m not going to get far if you go easy on me just to placate my feelings, and I’m sorry if I accidentally hurt you with the new knowledge. I’m ready.” She said as she turned her back to him, assuming they’d be using the same position once again.

When Bea turned and put her back to him again, he reached around and lifted her chin to kiss her softly. "I need you to give me all you got. When swing, imagine each hit not only landing but putting a fucking hole in whoever you're aiming for." He kissed her again and let her head face forward, going back to holding her wrist. "So, stomp on my foot and drive your elbow back into my ribs. I'm hurt, so if I were really trying to hold you down, you'd need to use that against me. Don't ever hold back. Treat people like you did the zombie I found you smashing the brains out of."

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She closed her eyes and kissed him back softly, a smile making its way to her lips as he spoke. “I’ll do my best to make you proud, and to make you not have to worry about me the way you do everyone else.” She would give him another chaste kiss before he moved to grab her wrist, a soft frown working its way on her brows as his words sank into her head. “Mhm..I think I got it.” She would take a deep breath before she skipped stomping on his foot, putting all the force she could into his ribs with her elbow as she shifted her leg simultaneously, tangling hers behind his knee to lift his steady footing from the floor, forcing her body back against his with everything she had, it would either send him toppling over by himself or taking her down with him, either way it would be a potential opening for her to break away from his grip.

"Good. I believe in you, Beauty." Zane said to her, squaring behind her as she threw her elbow back for his ribs. He caught the blow in the palm of his hand but she had put a good deal of force into it and it stung, making him smile. Then she swept his leg and his arm loosen around her reflexively for a half second. Feeling himself falling his brain switched from playing bad-guy to protecting her from hitting the floor with him, but then he remembered what he was doing and pulled her down with him, rolling them over and pulled both her arms behind her back. "A hip toss would have been better." He said, kissing her cheek and getting off of her. "Instead of pushing back, hook the arm, shift the weight in your hips and throw your upper body forward. Again."

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She flinched as she swept his leg, hearing him thud behind her, coaxing her to prematurely celebrate on a “Ha!- Fuck!” As he grabbed her and pulled her down with him, wincing as she landed. She rested her chin against the floor as he had her arms behind her back, blowing a raspberry to the air on his words. “I don’t know what the hell a hip toss is!” She would protest as he kissed her cheek and got off of her, her arms relaxing at her sides for a moment before she made her way to her feet, dusting herself off as he spoke. “Hook the arm, shift weight in hips, throw upper body forward..Okay..I think I understand.” She said before she shook herself off, wanting to be able to at least nail one move successfully, her cheeks already starting to blush and her skin sweating from having to fight against his tall, broad frame. “No wonder my dad fucking wants you. You’re a weapon of a human being.” She would tease before returning to their position, grabbing his arms and positioning them around her. (c)
“I will fuck your up if it’s the last thing I do.” She would tease on a smile before kicking herself into focus, inhaling deeply before she put more force and strength into every move she made, seeming like she meant it this time, shoving the fact it was him to the back of her mind as she threw her pointy elbow back into his rib, then hooking his arm, shifting her weight in her hips and throwing her upper half forward, doing exactly as he’d told her to.

Zane couldn't help but chuckle when she celebrated too early. Getting to his feet, he watched as she stayed with her ass in the air for a moment before getting up and could only shake his head with a smile. He had to tell himself to focus again but by the time he cleared his head, she was up and ready to start again. His arms looped around her and he hugged her against him, swaying them a little to the music as he kissed along her neck. "You got this." Then steadied them, grabbed her wrist and planted his feet. If she was gonna do this, she needed to use all her force and know what it felt like when someone resisted. [c]
"Oh yeah?" He said teasingly when she threatened him, feeling her kick into gear. He took the hit to ribs with an oof that made him hunch slightly over her, which only made him more vulnerable to her positioning them for the hip toss. His whole, heavy being rolled over her narrow back and landed with a hard thub on the floor in front of her on his back, holding his ribs. Zane sucked in a breath and huffed it out, as he got to his knees. "Great job baby." He said getting to his feet and shaking out his limbs. "If the person is bigger, or wearing a lot of heavy gear, you can kick them in the shin, put the whole flat of your foot against the shin as push you hips back. The second thing you can do is keep hold of that arm you hooked. If they fall on their back, like I did, it'll dislocate. If they fall on their hands and knees you still have leverage to twist it up behind them, and dislocate with a hard pull. Foot between the shoulders and yank like you want to rip it off. Okay?"[e]

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The song changed to Cliff Richard - ‘Devil Woman’, the tune she usually hated invading her ears welcomingly as he kissed over her neck, forcing a pleasured sigh from her before she shook her head to focus on his words. “Mhm!!” She would mumble back determined, a soft grunt would escape her on the move as she closed her eyes, finally opening them as he lay on the floor in front of her on his back, the up skirt view she was sure he had no qualms over as he held his ribs. “I did it?” She asked a little dumbstruck that she’d actually accomplished the move. She would smile goofily as she listened to him continue to explain things to her, she would nod enthusiastically taking everything in before she wrapped her arms over his shoulders, pressing herself firmly up against him as she spoke. “Thank you..The help means the world..” She pulled away slightly to kiss over his face, littering her lips all over his skin. “Worst case scenario, I’ll have to use my tiny fists to just lay people out the best I can..” She (c)
said on pulling away from him, pulling off her shirt as it began to get a little sweaty from her putting her all into the moves, tilting her head back and closing her eyes she inhaled deeply. “I think-..I think I’ll manage if we ever got split up..” She said as she finally lowered her head to look at him, tossing her shirt at him, smirking as it landed on his shoulder.

"You did it, baby." Zane nodded, "And you did great." When she wrapped her arms around him, he laced his fingers along the small of her back and managed to kiss her forehead before she started to peck him like a woodpecker with kisses. "If you have to straight up fight, elbows and knees, baby." He said, chuckling at her kisses. He let her go, though reluctantly, watching her pull her shirt off, his eyes zoning in on a droplet of sweat running down the curve of her chest. [c]
The slap of the shirt on his shoulder snapped him back into reality and he nodded before a thought struck him. "You're little. People will grab you by the hair a lot. When that happens, you impulse will be to pull back, but don't, push in, then you can go for the vitals again. If they're behind you, push back and reach up for the eyes." Dropping her shirt to the floor, he stepped into her, cupping her face softly as he looked down at her, "Just survive. I'll always find you." [e]

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She would smile as he kissed her forehead, chuckling on his words of using her elbows and knees, giving a soft nod on understanding him. She watched him as his eyes followed a trickling bead of her sweat down her chest, biting on her lower lip before his words caught her attention. “Yeah, I’ll try my best to keep close to them and get my elbows and knees in there.” She closed her eyes for a moment as he cupped her face, eventually opening her eyes as his words hit her ears, nodding gently against his hands. “Yeah..I’ll do my best. Make sure you survive too, or else.” She teased before turning her head a little, slipping his thumb into her mouth, her tongue gently lapping up against it. “Who else am I gonna live in a luxurious prison with? I don’t fancy licking butter from one of the staffs fingers.” She teased against his thumb playfully.

A warm jolt went down his arm when she took his thumb and started to rub her thumb against it. He bit back on his teeth and his jaw ticked, watching her lips move around his thumb and the teasing octave of her voice made him groan. He was done trying to focus. Reaching down with his free hand, he slipped it under her ample ass and lifted her up, walking them to the bed and dropping her down. She bounced a little on the overly plush bed, her barely contained chest bouncing too. His thumb still in her mouth, his fingers around her back of her head, he tilted her head up and started to kiss down the front of her neck, his knee pushing between her thighs and onto the bed while the hand he used to lift her up, squeezed her ass under her short skirt. "I got something you can lick."

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She would cling onto him as he picked her up, her breathing already picking up like it did earlier as he dropped her onto the mattress, the old but big wooden bed creaking with every move they’d make upon it. She quietly moaned past his thumb in her mouth as he kissed over her neck, his knee between her thighs forcing her hips to roll against him instinctively, clearly eager for sensations between her thighs as the friction of his leg against her send a shiver down her spine. She glanced up to him as he spoke, gently biting his thumb and grazing her teeth over it as she pulled away from it. “Yeah? What if I want something more than a lick?” She asked on her hand travelling to the front of his pants, cupping his bulge.

He groaned at the slight pressure of her teeth pressing into his thumb. Her hips rolling against his thigh were rewarded with his thigh pushing more into her, happy to give her all the friction she wanted but also using the motion to push her further up the bed and he climbed on, laying her on her back, even with her hand cupping him through his shorts underwear. He grew in her hand, blood racing down his body after having being pushed off for so long. "I wanna do a lot more. I'm glad we're on the same page." He kissed down her neck, to the top of her breasts, nuzzling his face between them, as he lifted a hand and pushed her bra aside with the rough tips of his fingers grazing her nipple. "You're so fucking hot, Bea." He said, as if the phrase explained why there was clearly no situation where he wasn't turned on by her. The truth was, her looks were just the tip of the iceberg for him.

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She would blush more as the pressure from his thigh came firmer between her legs, her lips parting on her heavy breaths as he joined her properly on the bed, her hand gently squeezing against him as he grew harder against her. “Oh yeah? Like what?” She quizzed him breathily, in part wanting him to talk dirty to her, but also curious as to what he had in mind for them both. She closed her eyes on his lips on her neck, her hips wriggling against his thigh once again as his fingers grazed over her nipple, a hushed “Zane..” escaping her after he spoke. She finally opened her eyes to look to him, the words hanging on the tip of her tongue before she gulped them down, exchanging them instead for. “You’re so fucking handsome.” Her green eyes studying his hazel ones before she pulled him in, pressing her lips against his, kissing him deeply.

"Mmm," Zane hummed against her chest, dragging his lips from one nipple to the other before speaking against her skin, "I'm gonna bury myself in your mouth then deep inside of you until you cum all over my dick and squirt all over these expensive ass sheets." He practically growled, his dick twitching at the idea. Hearing his name fall from her lips made him shudder with need and he lifted his head to catch her gaze; his own narrow with desire. Desire had clouded his mind enough that he missed her gulping before speaking and he crawled up her body to bring his mouth to hers kissing her deeply. His forearms came to rest beside her head, his fingers shifting through her dreads, as he adjusted himself between her legs. After letting himself drown in her kiss for a long moment, he reached down and pushed up her skirt, tracing his fingers over her panties.

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His words made her skin tingle with anticipation, coaxing a whimper from her from his words alone. She felt his cock twitch against her palm, wincing as her walls began to ache painfully for him on him crawling up her body to kiss her. She gazed up to him as he ran his fingers through her dreads, her body wriggling underneath him excitedly as his forearms rested either side of her head, even his arms to her ignited something sexual, the veins in his arms, the shade and light around his bicep muscles, just the fact he was this close to her sent her brain in a sexual tailspin. Her hips lifted slightly as he pushed up her skirt, her lips brushing over his on feeling his fingers trace over the thin fabric of her panties, quickly finding them coated with her juices.

Looking down at Bea beneath him, Zane took in the way she gazed up at him, her eyes roaming his bare upper body. The feel of her wriggling under him was like teasing a feather over sensitive skin. Her bra had been pushed aside and he had free range over her perky breasts, watching the way her nipples hardened for him. "Fuck, baby." Zane breath out as his fingers slipped past the fabric of her panties to trace along her already soaked lips. "You're so fucking wet." Knowing they were on a time crunch, he lifted his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean before kneeling up and reaching down to pull her panties off. Bunching them up around his fingers, he sucked on the wet crotch while reaching down with his free hand to grip the front of her bra bringing her up to him. Once she was sitting up, he pushed his shorts and underwear down, his already hard dick springing up and throbbing with need. [c]
Taking the panties out of his mouth, he pushed them into his pocket and wrapped his hand around his dick, stroking it slowly. [e]

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Bea’s chest rose and fell faster on her quickened breaths simply from him calling her ‘baby’, her hips grinding instinctively as she felt the warm touch of his fingers against her wet slit. Her lips parted on a hushed whimper, biting down on her plump lower lip to him as he commented on how wet she was, which was all his doing. “You’re so fucking hard..” She whispered, her hand gently squeezing the hard bulge in his pants as she watched him lick his fingers, forcing her to let a pained whimper slip once again as her walls ached for him. Her hips raised as he tugged down her panties, her big green eyes watching him intently as he sucked on the damp crotch of her panties, taking his lead on him grabbing her bra and sitting herself up. Her eyes travelled south on her shallow breaths, his cock springing free making her swallow hard before looking back up to him. “Fuck..” She would whisper, eager to kiss his lips on him taking her panties to his pocket, her hands moving up to cup his cheeks and guide his lips [c]
to hers, kissing him deeply. “I need you inside me real fucking bad..” Her words muffled nearly incoherently against his lips, unwilling to pull herself from them to be better understood should he have not caught her words.

Each time she spoke, each time her breath shuddered or hitched, it sent a tremor of desire through his body and even though he didn't think his dick could get any harder, it felt like it did. He felt as though he could cum with just her hand at this point but he wanted all of her and her words only made him want her want her mouth. He kissed her deeply, drinking her in. Her taste was something he couldn't get enough of, from the moment of their first kiss. So, he was happy that she didn't pull away when she spoke again. The groan he let out, would have moistened her lip. He was still stroking his dick as they kissed but lifted his free hand to cup her cheek gently, brushing his thumb near her mouth when she spoke. [c]

There were words bubbling up in his throat that he'd never spoken before. They pulled at his heart but he pushed them back and let himself get wrapped up in their current ravenous desire. Putting her hand on his dick, he reached down with both hands and gripped her by the back of her thighs, lifting her into his lap. His fingers stroked along her lips, parting them slowly and smearing her juices from entrance to clit, his index finger playing with her clit while he centered over the head of his throbbing cock. Tilting his head up, he kissed her deeply once again.[e]

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She shivered as he kissed her deeply, her tongue gently brushing over his lower lip as if to ask for permission to enter before it slipped its way past his lips on his groan. Her eyes wanting to open on feeling his arm jerk on stroking himself, knowing it would’ve likely sent her to riding his cock a lot faster if she lay there and just watched, soaking up every move he made, watching his muscles tense up on his movements and grip but forcing that idea to the back of her mind as he brushed his thumb near her mouth, allowing it to get tangled up in their kiss and her tongue for a moment. She hummed against his lips on him guiding her hand to his cock, wrapping her fingers around him quickly as she slowly stroked him. She blushed brightly as he picked her up and placed her onto his lap, her breaths slowing and becoming more laboured as he teased her clit with his digits, finally opening her eyes for a moment as he lined himself up with her, her hips slowly lowering themselves, pressing his engorged tip (c)
into her tight, soaked entrance. Her eyes closed on a shaky exhale against his lips, too caught up in the sensation of her walls barely managing to stretch around just the first couple of inches of him to be able to focus on anything else, her kiss arriving delayed and through salacious moan as his shaft began to slip into her, her walls pulsing wildly against him on adjusting to his girth. “You’re so fucking big, Zane..” She whispered against his lips on brushing against them before kissing him eagerly and passionately, her hands grabbing his wrists and taking his hands to sit at her waist and hips. “Help me sink all of you inside of me..” She would whisper on raising her hips slightly to help evenly coat his cock in her juices on her way down.

Zane's lips parted for her, eager for her tongue and the dulcet sounds that came along with him, that sent that tremor down his body and made him ache for her. His thumb got caught up in the ruckus and it only made his body tighten for her again as he mind wandered to the idea of her mouth being on something far more sensitive at the moment, but they rarely had time for foreplay. His chest was expanding and contracting with deep laboured breaths to match hers. "Mmm, fuck." He groaned out feeling her narrow passage struggling to let him in but fuck did she feel good; slick and pulsing. Hearing her comment on his size, he smirked. "Sorry, baby. I try to be slow with you." It was a good problem to have if you had a little restraint and getting her really wet also helped. [c]
His hands followed hers easily, threading his big fingers through her little ones and placing both their hands on her rounded hips. His fingers squeezed and massaged her flesh, dipping around to the top of her ass. "Anything you want, Beauty." He breathe out, pressing his fingers into her flesh and helping her lifted up until he felt his head get caught along ridge of her entrance then he lowered her slowly pushing past the first two inches she'd already taken of him. His dick pulsed inside that slim passage, forcing her to stretch around him and ripping a groan out him that shuddered through his chest. "Fuck, it's like you get tighter every time."[e]

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She couldn’t help but shiver on hearing his moans and noises of enjoyment, which only acted as pretty convincing encouragement for her to take every inch of him. She reluctantly pulled from his lips on hearing his words, studying his eyes for a moment before she gently squeezed his fingers between the gaps of hers on her hips, pressing her lips to his ear as she whispered. “Don’t go slow…I want everyone in this hell hole to know exactly what you’re doing to me, and that you’re doing a good fucking job of it..I want you to make me squeal this prison down when you make me come against your rock hard prick..” She nipped at his earlobe before pulling her lips away on him lifting her up, her thighs already twitching against him as his head brushed over the ridge of her entrance. She tilted her head back as he guided her back down, whimpering loudly as she felt more of his inches slide into her a little easier with his help and her growing slickness against him. She raised her hips again before lowering them (c)
back down slowly, sitting with more than half of him inside of her as she lifted her head back up to look to him, biting her lips hungrily as her eyes gazed into his. Her lips parted on lifting her hips once more before sitting herself down fully against him, feeling the warmth of his thighs against hers on her breath hitching, sitting in her throat before a soft delayed moan left her. She quickly put her hips and knees to use, bouncing herself on his cock as she began to moan lustfully, gritting her teeth on her hushed swears to him. “Fuck..Zane..” Her lips parted on looking between them to watch his cock vanish into her over and over, mesmerised by her juices glistening against him as she rode him. “Fucking-..Hell..Look at that..” She whispered out as her fingers gave his another soft squeeze against her skin.

Zane stared back at Bea, licking his lips slowly as his hands moved with hers on her hips. Her words ran down his body like the sweat that was starting to glaze his skin from the strain of not doing exactly what she was encouraging him to do now. His brain and body were all shifting into overdrive by her encouragement, that all he could think to respond was, "Fuck, Bea." Like some fucking caveman. The nip at his earlobe making him growl and his hands grip her a little tighter. Two strokes later and she was pressed to his thighs and he was buried deep inside of her. Pulling his hands free of hers, his large bads spread along her back under her dreads, holding her close to his chest as she started to work her hips against him. Her moaning was music to his ears, the feel of her soft body brushing against his, and his dick slipping in and out of her, her juices gathering at the base of his dick with each stroke, all had him nearly panting already.[c]
At her behest, Zane tilted his head and looked down between their bodies, past the swell of her tits to where his cock was disappearing between her legs. There was a white ring of her juices around the base of his cock that made him shudder. "Mmm baby. So fucking wet." Sliding a hand up along the back of her head, he filled his hand with her dreads and tilted her head back, kissing along her neck, nipping along her skin as he laid her back on the bed. Her shoulders hit the bed but her ass was still in his lap as he ran his hands down her sides and over her hips again to grip her ass. Shifting a little, leaning into her, he held up her legs around his hips and started to drive his dick deep into her as a much faster rate now that her body was a little more used to his size. [e]

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She would shiver to his words, feeling his grip on her hips coaxing her to work her hips harder against him. She could barely keep her lips away from his on him holding her close to his chest, her dreads smacking over her back and the tops of his hands with her movements. Her moans became more frequent and rhythmic between her hushed swears behind her grit teeth, she would glance up to him as her instructed words encouraged him to watch, taking her hands to cup his jaw on kissing him hard. As he gently tugged her dreads and coaxed her head to tilt back she whimpered on closing her eyes, suddenly feeling the sheets pressing against her back and his grip on her legs to shift them to rest at his hips, clinging around him tightly as he moved faster into her. Her back arched on the bed creaking from how fast he moved, she looked up to him on a sheepish gaze, her cheeks blushing much more brightly as she remembered the staff outside of the door. Taking her hand to cover over her mouth as she felt a little (c)
embarrassed that they were listening in and hearing them in bed together. Her brows upturned from the pleasure before a muffled moan would escape her on her eyes rolling, her thighs twitching against him as they hugged him tightly. She took her free hand to his back, clawing harshly over his flesh as she squirmed under him, her walls making moves against him that he was all too well accustomed with by now, tightening and pulsating wildly against his shaft on her gazing up pleadingly to him.

Each time they kissed, Zane got a little more aggressive, his need for her leaking out in each interaction. But with her on her back and him resting back on his haunches, leaning over and keeping his pace left his mouth scouring kisses and nibbles across her breasts. He took each of her nipples in his mouth and lashed them with his tongue and teeth until they were almost painfully hard and dark with the rush of blood. "Every part of you tastes so good, Bea." He said, his words muffled in her chest. Her thighs and ass were smacking against his upper thighs, filling the room with the clear sounds of sex. Though Zane hadn't leaned against the door to hear the staff loitering around and listening to them, he figured they weren't completely alone and they never would be in this house.[c]
Lifting his head, his brows furrowed slightly watching Bea clamp a hand down over her mouth, which not only robbed him of his view of her plump mouth but also stifled the sounds that drove him wild. His stroked slowed as he reached down and moved her hand. "Scream for me, Bea. You did say you would." He coaxed, a salaciously smirk on his lips. There was part of him that hoped her father would personally hear him making his precious, mistreated daughter screaming his name, but the noisy staff would be good enough. Regardless, he always liked hearing her. He leaned down, nuzzling her neck tenderly as his pace picked up and one of his hands slipped between them to tease her clit. He kissed along the side of her neck, then the front, pressing soft kisses to the depression in her neck. "Let me hear you."[e]

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She would writhe under him as he lashed her nipples with his tongue and teeth, leaving them feeling extra sensitive to touch, even to the point his skin grazing across them would invoke a reaction from her. His words made her chuckle, her own sitting on the tip of her tongue for a moment before she spurted it out, knowing Zane being Zane, it would’ve seemed like a challenge to him. “I can imagine not all parts of me do, stay away from my armpits..” She couldn’t help but tease, her playful chortles and smirks swiftly exchanged for lustful moans before clamping her hand over her mouth. She caught his frown and diverted her eyes on a soft shrug, despite her being one for rebellion, she wasn’t so sure now she was literally in the thick of it, or rather had the thick of it inside of her. She didn’t resist against his grasp as he moved her hand from her mouth, instead her lips folded for a moment as she listened to him, his words making her feel guilty for a slight second until she saw him smirk, her lips (c)
parting open on a gasp. “You little-..” Her sternness quickly dissipating as he nuzzled into her neck, her legs relaxing around his hips as she took her fingers to his back, tracing over where she’d previously clawed to soothe his marked flesh, feeling calmed for a brief moment until his speed picked up. She bit her lower lip and hummed loudly in an attempt to stifle her noises on him taking his hand between them both to tease her clit, his kisses on her neck followed by a whisper being all she needed to forget about the busy bodies outside, her back would arch pressing her chest into him before she shivered. The pain of holding herself back becoming too much for her, the pressure in her abdomen unbearable as she clawed viciously over his back once again on whispering breathily in his ear. “D-Don’t stop..I’m close..”

When Bea teased that not all parts of her tasted good, he did take it as a challenge, that mischievous smirk of his, curling his mouth as he started to lean right into her armpit, "Oh yeah? I've had your snot and I really liked that, I think the pits will be even better." His tongue swept along the side of her tit, dangerously close to her under arm. The shudder that ran through him that time was completely overdramatic as he inhaled deeply, grabbing her hands and pinning them over her head so he would have unfretted access to the spot she specifically told him to stay away. His grip was loose enough that she could get away from him though, and he knew she would want too. "Oh. My. God. Delicious sweaty arm pits. Yeeesss." He hissed teasingly, lapping at the air just above her arm pit. [c]
They were probably two of the most unserious people in the middle of this shit show of a kidnapping. And if people were really listening at the door the juxtaposition from hard moaning to a giggle fit and back to moaning would have been jarring. His brow stayed furrowed a little longer watching the emotions and worry flicker across her features when he moved her hand but she started to scold him and his smirk widened. "We both know I’m not little." He said against her skin softly. The feel of her coming undone under him was almost more than he could bare. Her nails nearly ripping up his back were spurts of pain and pleasure that nearly drove him over the edge. Bea's petite body arched and squirmed under him as his pace racked up a little more but when she whispered in his ear, he deliberately slowed down. "I'll make you wait if you won't gimme what I want." To punctuate his point, his strokes became longer and slower and nod nearly as deep no longer teasing past her cervix and his finger began to flick slowly against the hood of her clit.[e]

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She couldn’t help but chuckle a little louder as he acted exactly as she’d anticipated, before she had time to act he was already leaned in, her palms pressing to his chest as she wriggled under him on a “No! Don’t!” through her laughter. She squealed as he licked dangerously close to her armpit, her elbows nearly taking him out via the back of his head before they halted on him catching her hands in time, pinning them above her head. “You are-..Ridiculous. Another level. The fact you commit to the bit will forever have me on edge and also, mentally scar me.” She would let out a belly laugh on him teasing her, squealing out “They’re not even that bad! I washed today shut up!” The goofy smile he always forced from her showing itself to him as she wriggled under him before enjoying the still, studying over his face for a moment before he spoke again, stifling her laugh to his words before she rolled her eyes. “Oh okay, you’re a gigantic shit then.” She teased before her back began to arch again, (c)
before he began to slow down, forcing a dissatisfied whimper as her brows knit together on gazing up at him, her stern gaze quickly melting away on his long and slow strokes, her thighs beginning to twitch as she was ready to go with the slightest move he made. “Fuck-..Fine!” His finger moving slowly against her clit and his long slow strokes keeping her edging. “Fu-..I’ll make all the noise you want..I promise..” She could barely speak through the lump of excitement and anticipation lodged in her throat, attempting to swallow it down hard to now avail. “Kiss me though-..Kiss me through it all, if I have to make a deal with you, you have to make one with me.”

After taking a satisfying shower, Jon wrapped a towel around his hips and gathered up his clothes, heading back inside. The dog was back asleep on a pile of half opened warehouse quantity napkins. He was snoring softly and Jon smiled at the little creature, stopping to put water in a little metal mixing bowl on the floor near him before heading for the room. His bed was full of tits and ass. It was a welcome sight after coming into this room alone for weeks now. Her offer rattled around his head as he stood staring down at her. He couldn't possibly keep a woman with him for that reason alone but now he was starting to wonder if he was more of an asshole for handing her over to Umbrella. She was willing to stay with a strange man and offer her body up to keep from going back, they had to have really fucked her up. [c]
Groaning with indecision, Jon looked away from the nameless woman he'd fucked and got dressed, right down to his shoes. He put his hammers and his backpack near the bed before stretching out beside her on his stomach with his feet hanging off the bed. It was early enough that the sun hadn't set yet but this was the best time to sleep. In the dead of night or the height of the day, it was easier to move around the undead. After a few minutes, Jon had fallen into a light sleep beside Daniel.[c]
"You love m—it." Zane said, enjoying the view of Bea's uproarious laughter and how it took over her entire face. His own features would have been soft with how enamored he was with her. "Gah!" He said, dramatically throwing his head back, "You are so mean to me!" His playful huffing was cut short when her back arched again, her hips grinding into his slow strokes and her short skirt brushing along his legs. His knees parted a little, lowering him closer to her and closer to the bed. The steady pulse of her pillowy walls against his overstimulated dick was making it hard for him to keep up the demands he was leveling at her. Taking a time out to laugh as if they weren't fucking had helped but not enough to dull him down to zero. Unable to help himself with the way Bea twitched and sputtered under him, her breathy moans and desperate way she cried out, he began pumping into her harder. [c]
His finger swept down along her inner lips and carried her juices to her clit, circling it with varying pressure. His thrusting picked up, pushing his dick deep inside of her again. Even though her demand to be kissed completely negated his request to have her cry out, he couldn't say no to her. With a little smack to her over sensitive clit, he reached up and cupped her face, kissing her feverishly, his thrusting matching the aggression of his lips smacking against hers, his tongue sweeping along hers.[e]

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/me Daniel briefly sturred awake for a moment as Jon placed himself on the bed next to her. She looked over to him, slightly surprised in her grogginess. "Fuck..." She whispered to herself. In her slumber, she thought that maybe it was all a dream, but that confirmed it. Now her mind was racing. What had she just done? Where were Bea and Zane? Was Umbrella coming to get her? Had Jon called it off? She reached for her phone, the battery having charged a decent bit between the time she had passed out and now, but no new activity. Biting at the bottom lip in pensiveness, she laid back down, looking up at the ceiling.

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Her breath caught in her throat as he nearly slipped up with his words, it was the elephant in the room they both knew was there, but hadn’t yet addressed as much as they both yearned to address it. She would swallow down her want of correcting him, it needed to be the right time, and their act of rebellion on her fathers bed wasn’t the time. She would moan against his lips, hushed words of encouragement occasionally slipping out. “Fuck-..Cum with me..” She whimpered as he pumped into her harder, her moans shifting to squeals of satisfaction on the sounds of her squirt gushing against his cock, her body tense against his on another rush of her orgasm against him, quickly kissing him hard and passionately as her legs twitched, her body quivering with goosebumps covering every inch of her skin, every part of her highly sensitive and fragile as she rested panting underneath him. No sooner as they’d both finished the door knocked, sending her to crane her neck to look over his shoulder before looking up (c)
at him. Their 6 hours seemingly up, she cupped his jaw and searched his eyes. “Don’t leave m-..Don’t leave..Stay here with me..” As if either of them actually had much of any choice in this place.


Jon half opened an eye to look at the woman beside him, but exhaustion had hit him. He was tired and needed at least an hour to recharge. His mind was already groggy. Closing his eyes, he turned his head away from her, but his arm stretched out and slapped around her waist, pulling her into his side like he was cuddling a teddy bear. Time slipped around them. In the still of the night, if they were listening, the sound of chopper blades could be heard in the distance. It stirred up the undead and their anticipatory groaning started to rise in the dark. Had it been an hour? Maybe a little longer. Jon's arm flexed, squeezing Daniel too him, a second before he jumped up and scrubbed a hand down his face then through his hair. Annoyance prickled his skin.[c]
The sound of movement was getting louder and then shots went off. They were killing his quarry. Jon went to grab his hammers, even though he wasn't sure what he was going to do with them when door to his room burst open. The little dog was yapping wildly in a burlap bag held by one of the soldiers. Three more entered the room in formation, guns up, laser sights trained on him and Daniel. Jon let his hammers drop and put his hands up. "Be fucking faster and quieter next time. I shouldn't have had to bring her all the way here in first place." The Umbrella Corp soldier closest to him, turned his helmet covered head and gave a curt nod. Jon took that as him acknowledging what he'd said but he doubted it would make anything better for the next pick up and drop off.[c]
Edging Bea had almost been torture for himself. He was holding on by a thread and her request made his balls tighten. It all happened in rapid succession from there, her sweet squirt splashing along his pelvis and lower abs, dripping between her legs. The way her body squeezed down on him during the ride of her orgasm sent him over the edge, his dick twitching inside of her, flicking his cum deep inside of her. Zane looped his arms around her shoulders and held her close to him while he continued drive his dick inside of her, chasing the friction and pleasure that set off fireworks behind his eyes. He was panting hard as he pressed a hand into the mattress beside her and slowly started to peel their sweaty bodies apart. But just as he was about to lift off of her the door opened. [c]
Immediately, Zane reached between his knees where his shorts and underwear were pooled around him and put his hand on the butt of the gun that had been in the back of his shorts until he pushed them off. He wasn't even out of her, when he turned his head to look at her father standing in the doorway with his arms folded, glaring him flanked by two other guys. Bea's little hands, brought Zane's attention back to her and he kissed her. "It's okay. I’m not going anywhere." His free arm was wrapped around her back. His eyes flicked to the clock on the wall. "We still have ten minutes."[c]
Alexander's lips pulled back in a sneer. "I think you've done enough." He said with a rage that didn't not just come from seeing his daughter in compromising position. Zane shrugged. "If you want us walking around smelling like cum, we can go now. I love the smell of Bea's cum. Do you?" Alexander was clearly forcing himself to stay in place, his hands fists at his sides. "Get over here, Beatrix!" [e]

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/me Daniel felt Jon pull her in, eyes wide for a moment before she decided against pulling away. Last thing she needed to do was piss him off. Away from her phone now, she found herself starting to doze off once more. When the sound of the chopper and gun shots came through, her eyes opened quickly and she sat up, Jon's arm squeezing her into him. She looked at him, understanding what was going on. "You're an asshole, you know that?" She said to him, almost dissapointed before the soldiers came in the room and pointed their rifles at the pair. Although she was angry and frustrated, she slowly brought her hands up, eyes shifting from one guard to another. Unless Jon did something... There was no way out of this for her. "Alright, alright, chill! All this for me? So flattering." She said, slowly getting up from the bed as she kept her arms raised. "You guys really like fucking people's lives up, don't you?" She said, avoiding looking at Jon.

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She soaked up the sensations of his dick jolting against her walls, the heat from his cum coating her insides as she squirmed, enjoying the last few seconds before the chaos erupted. She let a hushed “Fuck..” as her father entered, shrinking underneath Zane a little as Alexander seemed pissed at the both of them, which was hardly surprising they’d just fucked loud and hard in his very bed. She kissed Zanes lips softly, his words comforting her until her fathers piped up, making her hide her face in Zanes chest as he couldn’t help himself on winding Alexander up. “Zane, don’t-..” She spoke on a whisper, trying to keep her voice as quiet as she possibly could, her body vibrating with fear instead of the satisfaction that was short lived on their interruption. She shifted under him, grabbing the sheets to cover over the both of them as they pulled themselves together, tugging her panties back up her legs and rearranging her bra and top to cover herself up properly. She climbed from the bed and stood up (c)
pressing her back against the wall the head rest was pressed against, her eyes avoiding Alexander’s, looking sheepishly over to Zane. “I told you over here, Trixie!” She flinched as her father snapped his orders loudly to her, hesitantly walking over to him. “Ingrids things are taking up space in my house. Whilst we are going to spend some time with your..Friend..I want you to clear her things.” He spoke coldly whilst keeping his sights on Zane should he pull a fast one. “But da-“ Bea attempted to plead, immediately getting cut off by a slap to the cheek. “Do as I say and don’t cry about it, Trixie.” He spoke back callously, knowing her well enough that the slap was enough to provoke her tears to build in her eyelids, she would glance to Zane on holding her reddened cheek before quickly heading out of the room, not wanting Zane to see her cry. She practically ran down the hall to her mothers office before slamming the door shut behind herself.

Guilt had Jon avoiding eye contact with Daniel while he was scolded and every moment there after. He /never/ wanted to have to hold a target this long again. "Yeah..." He said slowly, "I know." At least he was honest. The soldiers tracked her every move and when she was off the bed, one of them came close enough to grab her hands and pull them behind her back. This time they were cuffed. They threw a hood over her head and walked her out of the room. "You can leave the damn dog!" Jon called. The group halted then the scrambling of the dogs paws hit the floor as it ran to Jon and lept into his arms. He watched them go out, load Daniel into the chopper and watched it head for the islands. Petting the dog softly, Jon finally let out a breath. "I think it might be time to move and never do jobs for Umbrella again." The dog barked. [c]
Zane tried to keep Bea from getting off the bed but Alexander's hold on her was a lot stronger than his. So, he got off the bed too and pulled up his underwear and shorts, purposely leaving the gun under a pillow. It was within reach but he didn't want Alexander taking it from him. He reached for Bea's chin and kissed her again, tenderly, trying to refocus her on him and not her father but she was like a zombie now. Even when he went to take her arm and pull her back from doing his bidding that didn't work. He even flinched when Alexander slapped her and a second later, she was out of the room. [c]
CRACK. Alexander spit blood on the floor and held his face while Zane was snatched up by the two soldiers at his side and slammed into the wall. They were holding his arms and something sharp pricked his neck making his head feel light and heavy at the same time. Hot blood splattered on his chest as Alexander spit again. "I think you're due for that shower now." The old man sneered, motioning for the soldiers to take him away. Zane's feet dragged across the tile as he was taken out of the room. He couldn't get his barrings. He had no idea where they had taken him or how far when he was finally thrown against a white tile wall and blasted with water. [c]
The cold water served to clear his head a bit but his limbs still felt heavy and useless. He was dragged to a sterile room with a mirror on one side. Panting on his hands and knees, trying to clear his head more, Zane struggled to get up. He toppled a metal chair and if the table hadn't been bolted down he'd have toppled that too. As he was leaning over the table, staring at his warped reflection a door opened and his head snapped up making him dizzy. "What the fuck did you give me?"[e]

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/me Daniel heard Jon's reply, raising an eyebrow, but a moment later and she was cuffed with a bag over her head. She was disoriented but led onto the chopper. Feeling it lift off, she sighed. "So, you guys going to kill me?" She asked, raising an eyebrow but no one could tell behind the bag. No reply. "I guess ya'll aren't too chatty." She said. Suddenly she realized that she didn't have her phone on her... She left it on Jon's bed. "Fuck..." Daniel muttered, shaking her head briefly. It wouldn't be too long, maybe half an hour, when she felt the chopper start to descend and abruptly land. Her mind had been busy, racing between all the possibilities of what was going to happen to her.

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Bea sniffled as she looked around the bright white room, boxes containing files upon files littered most of the floor, a post-it note on the desk with something under it caught her attention. ‘You’ve gained weight. - Alexander.’ Her eyes blinked over the message, taking her wrist to her eye to wipe away her tears as she pulled the post-it note away, a soft scoff escaping her as she saw a pregnancy test. “You sanctimonious cunt..” She stared at it for a few seconds before picking it up, her thumbs brushing over the packaging as her curiosity got the better of her, taking herself off to the toilet within the office. She opened the packaging before sitting herself down on the toilet, her eyes glancing to the ceiling at the discomfort of it all, having not noticed any difference in herself, but she was aware they were particularly careless a few weeks ago. Her cheeks puffed up as she reached for her ankles to pull up her knickers without realising she didn’t even pull any down to begin with (c)
Her head tilted back on a silent ‘Fuck.’ as she remembered Zane couldn’t help himself and had to keep a souvenir. She put the test down on the side and stared at it for a moment, resting her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands on a sigh. She willed herself up and straightened out her skirt, leaving it alone as she decided to focus on other things. She reentered the room and picked up a couple of files, sitting herself down in the chair at the desk, flicking through the various documents, her brows furrowing as she saw photos of the brain transplants, the diagrams, in depth explanations of the surgery, the risks, the complications, making her knees press together on a squirm. “Fuck..Why would you get involved in that mum?..” She huffed out, sinking into the seat a little with disappointment, but then again she wasn’t completely shocked. Alex always got his own way, why would her mother have been any different.

The soldiers didn't reply to Daniel. They were just relieved that this pick up had been far less chaotic then picking up the other one and they were basking in that. When the chopper landed on the roof of Alexander's mansion and Bea's childhood home, they led Daniel out and into the bowels of the building, even lower than where they were currently holding Zane. Hell, they even passed Zane but they hadn't taken the bag off her head. She'd be able to hear scuffling, silence, the elevator ding and then the clanging of bars as the doors unlocked. Pushing her into the cell, they finally pulled the bag off once she was seated in a chair and her hands were cuffed to the top of it. The two soldiers moved to the back of the room and took up relaxed poses and Daniel would find herself under bright fluorescent lights in another sterile room facing a young, female doctor with a blank face behind rimless glasses. [c]
Her blond hair was pulled back in a loose but neat bun that rested at the nape of her long neck. Her bright blue eyes were cold and indifferent and her full heart-shaped mouth was set in a soft line. She was wearing a open lab coat and her tits, while not as big as Daniel's were damn close, nearly spilling out of the unbuttoned silk blouse she was wearing. She opened her file and reviewed it quickly before looking up at Daniel, waiting until she got her barrings before speaking. "What are you preferred pronouns now, Daniel?"[c]
Zane was a floor above Daniel with another female doctor and Alexander. The old man had a thing for a heavily female staff apparently. This one was a small Japanese woman with straight cut bangs and her long black hair clearly parted on either side of her had and laid smoothly down her back. She was clutching a clipboard to her chest and the slacks she was wearing were clearly tailor made. Zane blinked at her, at first thinking maybe it was Bea with the bangs but when his vision cleared and he noticed Alexander he leered, tensing up. The soldiers in the room trained their guns on him immediately. "What the fuck did you shoot me up with?" Zane repeated. Alexander was messing with his cuffs; he'd changed his shirt and jacket, a bruise was spreading along his jaw. "Just something to keep you compliant. While we have a little chat." He motioned for Zane to sit even though his chair was knocked over and took a seat across from him. "Wouldn't you like to know what I've decided to do with you?"[e]

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/me Daniel stayed quiet as she was led through the building, unable to see much. Once she was sat and restrained, the bag pulled off her head, she winced as her eyes adjusted to the bright lights. After they adjusted, her eyes would settle on the blonde doctor, her eyes almost instantly gravitating to the woman's chest. "Nice..." She muttered to herself internally, only for her eyes to be dragged back up to the woman's face. The question surprised her, having not been one to really place much importance or thought in pronouns. She decided to be compliant for now, not exactly finding herself in a position of power. "I'm still me, just in this body... He and him." She said, squinting at the doctor. "What are you going to do to me?"

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Bea tilted her head as a polaroid picture on the floor caught her attention, leaning over whilst keeping her backside firmly planted in the chair she picked it up, her eyes studying over it as she began to smile, it was a photo of her and a friend she’d made, the background familiar. It was here, at her home. Her gaze would pull from the photo and at the wall ahead as she couldn’t recall ever being allowed to have friends visit. She would spin the chair and pick up another folder at random, a leather diary falling from it and slapping at the floor. She hunched over and picked it up, frowning as more polaroids fell from it as she opened the book up. She put the photos to the side for now and delved into reading the pages at random. ‘He has been with us for 6 weeks, he is such a delight. He protects Bea even more fiercely than her own brother, then again her brother has his own fears of Alexander, but this little boy isn’t afraid of anything. Sometimes his lack of fear concerns me.’

The doctor seemed unfazed by Daniel ogling but clearly noted it as well as the answer to her question, which she made a soft hum of thought in response. She flipped a page in file in front of her then looked up again, pushing her glasses up her nose and licking her lip slowly. "You were living as..." she checked again, shifting in her seat to cross her legs under the table. "Ashley Dunn, for nearly three months before the outbreak and you were quite fully immersed in the experience but you still identify as he/him?" She made notes. "Don't worry, Daniel. You're not in any danger. You were simply lost in the chaos of the outbreak and we would just like to catch up." "How many sexual experiences have you had since the transplant?" She asked, continuing her analysis. [c]
Zane went to pick up the chair but decided against it. The urge to swing it at Alexander was too strong. He didn't want to be shot up again. He needed to get back to Bea. Instead, his jaw ticked as he watched the man take a seat casually, comfortable in the fact that he had back up and probably several exit plans should Zane try anything. The doctor sat down beside him. She seemed less comfortable, watching him intently as he paced slowly back and forth on the other side of the table. "No." Zane snapped to Alexander's question and the doctor started to write furiously. His hands smacked the table making her jump as he leered at her. "Find something interesting, doc?" She was blinking rapidly at him trying to settling her breathing. Alexander was smirking. "We lost a specimen in the outbreak and I need you to bring it back."[e]

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/me Daniel tapped her finger against the back of the chair, wrists still cuffed as the woman brought up the months she had to spend playing her role. "I did it cause you guys told me it was the only way I'd be able to get put in a guy's body." She said, squinting at the doctor. The second question made her eyes widen, a slight blush appearing on her cheeks. "I'm not answering any of your questions. I don't owe you guys shit after what you did to me and put me through." She said, turning her head so that she was looking at the wall. Though, she wasn't quiet for long. "What happened to Bea and Zane?" She asked, returning her gaze to the doctor.

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Bea licked her finger as she flipped to the first page, it was sweetly titled ‘Tates Day’, she skimmed over the page quickly, her mother detailing the day Tate was born, the next few pages detailing the next few years and milestones of his, then moving onto ‘Beatrix’s Day’, her eyes again scanning over the various doting words and endearments, crossing her own developmental milestones which was then quickly followed by ‘??? Day’. Bea’s eyes focusing much harder on these pages. ‘I didn’t give birth to him, and sadly no part of my DNA went into him. I wish it had. He is ever such a sweet boy. Alexander cannot know about any of this, but I can only keep him hidden for so long. Tate has been a good boy, sharing his room and his toys, and Beatrix is most keen on him, she gets this twinkle in her eyes when she’s around him it’s most adorable to watch.’ Bea would flick further through the pages on a focused scowl. ‘Alex knows. He has taken our little protector away from us. I can’t handle it.’ (c)
‘He’s been gone for 2 weeks, my body is starting to deteriorate, I feel like I’m rotting from the inside out. I worry for Bea, without her little protector, I’m not sure she’s going to get far, or even make it into her teenage years. I’m guilty for my part in knowing the abuse Alexander put her through, but this was supposed to be my redemption, knowing I was making something to protect her. Tate will always be okay, but with Bea, I’m not so sure.’ She slapped the book shut and sighed, placing it down and biting at her fingernails, the last time she did that her father came for her. She felt uneasy in her gut, something wasn’t adding up. She glanced to the bathroom door and got up, heading for it and picking it up, she glanced at it for a few seconds before tucking it into her boot, looking in the mirror with a deadpan expression as she muttered to herself. “Idiot.” She inhaled deeply before she vacated the bathroom and the room, on a mission to locate Zane and her father.

Calmly, the doctor took notes. During the silence, she laced her fingers together and put her elbows on the table. She rested her chin on her hands and watched the man in woman's body as she stared at the wall. When Daniel looked back at her, she fluttered her long lashes and let the shadow of a flirtatious smile brush her lips. Sitting up like that, pressed her bare cleavage between her slender arms. She remained like that for a moment before leaning back in her chair and recrossing her legs. "Your friends are fine." She said softly. Reaching down to the briefcase at the side of her chair she took out another file and opened it up. "Zane, specifically, seems to be thriving in his new environment." She unclipped a photo from the file and flicked it onto the table for Daniel to see. It was a shot from outside the tall windows of Alexander's room that couldn't have been taken more than an hour ago when Zane was balls deep in Bea on Alexanders bed. [c]
The doctor waited for reaction and would have taken notes before going on. "I'm authorized to reunite you with Beatrix if you resubmit to testing and analysis and of course the offer to put you back in male body is still on the table." The words "on the table" alluded to Daniel being given Zane's body. "Of course, you must remain compliant. Umbrella has put a lot of money into you, Daniel and they would hate to see that go to waste. [c]
A soldier stopped Bea outside her mother's office, his gloved hand hovering in front of her chest. "You need to come with me." He said, firmly. His presence said she had two choices, come quietly or be dragged along. If she wanted to make it easy, he would motion down the hall behind her, toward the elevator. If she wanted to fight him, he would grab her and drag her with him and other soldiers were clearly lying in wait.[c]
On the first basement level, Zane was back to pacing as her father described his 'mission' to him. He'd already run into, or actually had one of the mutations run into him but apparently there were more than just the freak with the giant arm and the one hunted you down, jumped on you and ripped your clothes off and your guts out. The Alexander was particularly interested in was the one that cried. Apparently it was the mutation of a particular type of woman who grew long claws where her fingers once were and secreated a poison they wanted to study. Zane got the distinct impression that Alexander was leaving out crucial details that were going to get him killed but he didn't press it. He'd figure it out on his own. "So I bring you back this bitch and you give me back Bea?" He didn't believe for a second Alexander would hold up that end of the bargain but the old man nodded. "There's really no need to worry. She's my daughter, she's safe with me." [e]

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/me Daniel watched intently as the doctor propped up her cleavage, though managed to snap out of it when she reminded herself of the situation, dragging her eyes back to the woman's face. She was skeptical upon hearing that Zane and Bea were fine, though after seeing the photo presented to her, she smirked a little bit. "Way to go, Zane..." She muttered to herself. As the doctor continued, Daniel pondered on the prospect for a moment. It was tempting...But these people probably weren't to be trusted. "What does this "testing and analysis" consist of? And if I say no? Besides, I'm not trying to take his body from him..." Daniel stayed rather still, especially with her restraints stopping her from standing up.

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Bea felt a firm push against her chest, her mission to find Zane hitting a swift brick wall. “And you need to fuck off out of my way.” Bea spat back angrily on attempting to barge past the soldier, her body jolting as her arms were grabbed, dragging her along the floor as she kicked and flailed her legs on a loud yelp. “Get the fuck off of me!” She cried out, her voice piercing and no doubt making the walls rattle with the volume.

The doctor's eyes widened a little bit at Daniel's response to the photo. She pulled herself together quickly, took her notes, and put her pen down. Picking up another glossy photo, she began to fan herself, specifically her cleavage and rubbed her hand along her slender neck. After a moment, she put the photo down and took a stack of papers from the back of Daniel's file and turned it over. "It's all detailed here. You will be have several MRIs and cat scans so we can take stock of your progress since the outbreak. We'll also need to check you for any contaminants and assess your ability to be transferred." She paused, her eyes falling on the photo of Zane and Bea. "Of course if you don't want that body, we'll have to see if you're compatible with any others."[c]
The sound of Bea screaming made Zane's head snap up to the ceiling. He gripped the metal table so hard it started to whine and bend under his grip. His eyes darted to Alexander who had paled a bit, and the doctor beside him was completely tense, the two soldiers were leaning into their guns, fingers on triggers. Being around Bea made him feel strong and invincible but he wasn't stupid. And he didn't want to test and see if he was somehow bullet proof with all the other weird shit that was going on with him lately. He looked down at his hand and wondered if he could rip the table off the floor even though it was bolted down. Would he have enough time to keep from being shot at? Enough time to actually get out of the room?[c]
Upstairs, the soldier scoffed as he tried to gather up the little goth girl who was screaming bloody murder into his arms and off the floor. "Stop it, you psychotic bitch." He snapped, slamming her into the wall face first and leaning over her shoulder. "Relax. You set off that bomb of a humanoid freak in the box with your dad and he's dead. Your dad has his best sharp shooters down there." He pressed his body to the back of hers, his hand tracing along her thigh and the line of her stockings. "Now, stop being a pain in the ass or you'll have a pain in the ass. Get me?"[e]

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Bea would whimper loudly, her eye socket cracking against the wall, splitting the skin on her eyebrow from the force she was shoved into it, quivering as the hot crimson liquid spilled down the side of her cheek and down to her chin. She recoiled as she felt the soldiers body press against the back of hers, his words like venom in her veins, more so pissed off at his remarks of Zane than she was of his sexual advances. “He isn’t a freak. Don’t call him that.” She spoke on an uncomfortable fidget against him. She remembered Zane's words of combat wisdom, the solider taller than her, so her damaging his face with her head was out of the question. She swung her elbow back into his ribs harder than she did with Zane, forcing her to grunt loudly before she stomped on his foot with her heavy boots, struggling to turn but just about managing to do so, wasting no time in taking her knee to his groin. “Suck my fat cock, you cunt!” She would attempt on making a run for it, hoping the other soldiers were too preoccupied.

The solider was not ready for Bea to fight back. Her elbow cracked his ribs making him oof but before he had time to crumble from that, she stomped her boot on the arch of his foot and shot hot pain up his leg. He was reaching for her hair when she turned around and slammed her knee into his unprotected groin, pulling all focus from any of his other injuries as he cupped his crotch and dropped to his knees grumbling curses at her and watching her book it down the hall through watery eyes. He toppled over groaning as two other guys walked up behind him. "What are you doing! Go get her!" One of the guys furrowed his brow, "What for? She's not going anywhere..." The second guy nodded. "Yeah. She's not leaving the shirtless guy." The first guy groaned again, and tried to get up on his knees. "The boss wants her downstairs." "Ohhh." Said one of the guys, turning to his walkie and setting the other guys know she needed to be pick up.[c]
Downstairs, Zane's blood ran cold when he couldn't hear Bea anymore. He glanced around the room and finally glared at Alexander's smirk. "Sounds as if my daughter missed her chance to come and see you. Perhaps she has no further use for you." Alexander mocked, making Zane's jaw tick. Not because he believed his taunt but because Alexander's existence just bothered the shit out of him. He just wanted to kill him over and over again but right now he needed to get back to Bea, so he diverted the conversation back to his "mission". "Do you have an idea where I'm supposed to start looking for this mutated bitch?" Alexander nodded and took a file from the doctor beside him, putting it on the table. "She's actually here, I just haven't been able to capture her." [e]

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Bea would pant as she ran the corridor, halting occasionally to open doors and peek inside on calling out for Zane. “Where the fuck is he?” She would mutter to herself as her running started to slow. The white stick of the test began to poke up through the hem of her boot, quickly hunching over she forced it back in before she began to run again. “Okay-..Okay where would he take Zane…Lower level.” She said before booking it in the direction of the steps, her mothers diary playing on the mind the whole time. The boy in the pictures a spitting image of Zane but much much younger, unable to shake that feeling, maybe that’s why her father was so invested in him? And what did Ingrid mean he wasn’t made with her DNA? Too many questions swirled around her head as she continued to run, her lungs burning as she reached the lower floor, her heavy boots thudding against the floor as some of the rooms had windows, craning her neck to peek into the odd room. She saw Zane and slammed her palms against the door (c)
not having a keycard of her own to simply let herself in. “Zane! Don’t do shit for him okay?! Promise me!” She pleaded against the door, knowing her begging him to be intentionally defiant against Alexander would be boiling Alex’s piss. “I-I took out a soldier like you showed me!” She said managing somehow to find a moment to laugh in amongst the nerves, stress and anxiety. “Just-..Don’t do whatever he’s asking please!”

Getting kicked in the groin was going to be the least of the guy's problems now that Bea was reckless knocking on the door and not an escort in sight. Alexander spun around and glowered at the door, glancing at the soldiers in the room who stepped up and into the space between Zane and the door, guns up. Every hair on Zane's body was standing on end. He wanted to barrel through all of them. She was so close. He couldn't help the smile on his face when she said she beat up the soldier. "That's my girl." He said though probably not loud enough for her to hear him through the door, but she'd probably be able to see his mouth moving. Alexander got up from his chair and went to the door, making Zane prickle more with anticipation. Her father opened the door and grabbed her by the back of the neck and yanked her into the room letting the door close behind them. He pulled her body back into his and stared over her head at Zane, nodding to the soldiers. [c]
"Kill them and you can have her back for the night." Zane's brow furrowed at the request. His mind was reeling trying to figure out what Alexander was up too. What the fuck was he suggesting? It wasn't that he was bullet proof that was for damn sure. "You did great baby. I knew you could do it." He said to Bea. His voice was surprisingly calm and reassuring. In his head, the sound of Kila screaming as she was thrown into a cell too was bursting like bubbles. It made him wince slightly, the sound as if she were screaming right in his ear. Zane looked down at his hands. His fingers slowly curling into fists. The doctor at the table got up and backed quickly to the door, staring worriedly at Alexander. "Sir?" She ventured meekly. He ignored her and repeated. "Kill them, Zane." The men glanced back at Alexander, clearly they didn't know they were brought down here to fight the creature. [c]
In unison they took a step back and exhaled. Before they could inhale, Zane was on them. He grabbed the muzzle of one gun and turned it to face the other guy, who had been tracking his movements only to fire right at his comrade. Just barely out of the line of fire, Zane threw the muzzle up and sent the guy flying back while his foot slammed into the chest of the guy who fired. Both men went flying back into the walls behind them and slumped to the floor. He'd knocked them over but they weren't down for the count and he knew it. They were getting to their feet as he Zane stalked forward toward Alexander. "Shut him down!" Screamed the doctor. "Shut him down!" That made him slow down. Why was she stalking about him like he was a robot with a switch? Alexander yanked Bea back and took a step back. "You have to kill them or you don't get your reward."[e]

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Bea glanced to the end of the corridor, the soldiers having found her from the walkie talkie communications, she flinched as they neared her before she felt someone grab her neck, a loud slam shortly following as she opened her eyes up properly. Her instincts kicking in to walk over to him, but her fathers grip on the back of her neck keeping her in place. Her body tensed on Alexander’s request, already using her as a bargaining chip to get Zane to do his evil bidding, dangling her like a carrot in front of him. “Zane you don’t have to listen to him, you don’t have to do it I found out somhmph-“ Her words quickly cut off by Alexander’s palm over her mouth. (c)
Bea watched on as Zane began to wail into the soldiers in the room, Alexander’s grasp on her mouth and neck getting tighter as he watched, now seeming like he was using Zane for his sick forms of entertainment as opposed to Bea. She recoiled at the noises, closing her eyes before Alexander would move his mouth from her hand to her forehead, keeping her eyes open by pulling up her brows, shifting his other hand from the back of her neck to her cheeks, pinching them hard as he leaned in on a whisper. “You’re going to watch what he does. See him for what he is, he is a top grade weapon to me.” She would flinch on the grasp of her split eyebrow, mumbling through her pinched cheeks. “You’re hurting me!” just as Zane focused his attention on him. Alexander released his grip on her face as he spoke, a wise choice on his part. As much as Bea wanted to be with him, she shook her head and mouthed ‘Don’t do it..’, as much as the soldiers were pricks, it couldn’t help but play on her mind how (c)
like her mother, none of these people really wanted to work for him, nor die for him either. That it was mainly out of Alexander’s way of being a parasite, getting into peoples heads, coercing them into being how he wanted them to be, acting how he needed them to be, and she didn’t want Zane to fall into that, but ultimately she knew she was at a loss. If she tried stopping him she could get hurt, or make matters worse for him.

Behind him, the guys had gotten to their feet but they were glaring at Alexander. He hadn't brief them on this part of the plan. He was literally tossing them to the wolves. It hadn't escaped them that Zane hadn't killed them when he had the chance and he had several in those quick moments. They were trained killers, they knew what they would have done in his position. Plus, they had seen the footage of what he'd done to the guys in the office. Zane was hyper aware of both the men at his back and the blood running from Bea's eyes and now the fingerprint bruises on her cheeks from how hard Alexander was holding him. He was seething, rage curling off him in hot waves. He was barely registering her mouthed words as he stalked forward.[c]
The doctor was slamming repeatedly on a big red button on the wall and screaming for someone to shut him down. Then the PA system clicked and an automated voice called out, "C754 Unit analysis complete, program response deficient, admin code lock out, device unresponsive." Zane's left arm launched to the side. His fist put a hole in the intercom in the wall. It sparked and hissed, his knuckles should have run with blood but they didn't. The doctor was heaving in fear. "We can't shut him down. The controller is broken. Mr--" Alexander held up a hand for her to be quiet then leaned into Bea's ear and whispered. "Tell him to stand down. Tell him, Beatrix, or he'll just end up getting hurt."[c]
To look at him, Zane's eyes had gone dark with rage. He seemed solely focused on Bea. He'd passed Alexander's chair and the man knew the situation was quickly getting out of control. He could smooth everything over with the men in the room by exerting his control and manipulation over the situation as long as one of his contingency plans fell into place. Right now, that was his daughter and he didn't want her telling him about her mother's research but he could leak a little information in order to keep his own hide safe. But just in case... "Look at her, Zane. She's hurt. You can help her, you just have to calm down." [e]

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Bea ironically sank against her father a little as Zane seemed hell bent on hurting someone, she wasn’t entirely sure who but his dark eyes on her admittedly had her on edge. She wanted to help, to get him out of this agitated and aggressive state he was in. “Zane, love..You-“ She gasped as his hand went through the intercom, Alexander’s whisper in her ear made her skin crawl, she half wanted to just let Zane do whatever he was going to despite the look in his eyes she still trusted that he wouldn’t hurt her, at least if he was who her mother was writing about in her diary, if he was the boy in the polaroid photos with her as a child. Her hands trembled as Alexander spoke once again, physically biting down on her tongue to prevent herself losing it with him, it was him and his soldiers that had hurt her. She shrugged off Alexander’s grip, her eye socket and cheek beginning to bruise blue and purple from the force her face had hit the wall when the soldier attacked her. Her trembling hand reached out (c)
stroking over the outside of his arm, seeing at least if he touch would shake him out of whatever trance he was in. “Darling-…You-..You need to stand down..” She begrudgingly repeated Alexander’s words, but talking calmly to him as opposed to barking at him to stand down. She was completely petrified, she had no clue what was going on in his head, Alexander could’ve done or said anything to him before she had gotten here that could’ve led him to snap to attack her. “Zane..Babe..Listen to me..It’s okay..” She whispered before entrusting him enough to wrap her arms around his waist, the blood from her eyebrow getting on him as she closed her eyes.

Zane stopped dead when Bea called him love. He was still staring at her, his gaze was still dark and full of rage but it seemed like something was bubbling to the surface slowly. His brow furrowed. Behind her, Alexander let out a small breath he'd been holding that only Bea would pick up on the fact that he was terrified he'd lost control of his new favorite toy. He was a project his wife had kept from him, one she had funneled millions of dollars into to defy him and he was now hell bent on finding a way to make Zane work for him without this weakness of his daughter. For now, however, she was the perfect ploy to keep him in line. He was almost to them, the doctor pressed into the door, her trembling hands preventing her from badging the door open and Alexander tensed. There was less than arm's length between them so he let Bea go when she reached for him. [c]
The feel of Bea's small hand on his bare arm sent a jolt through Zane that peeled his gaze off her face and brought it down to her hand. He stopped moving and looked down at her hand for a the longest moment, his bicep curling into a hard bulge. When she spoke to him again, he looked back at her and the rage was finally starting to leak out of him. Reaching up with his free hand, he gently caressed her cheek just under her bruise then leaned in and kissed it softly, wrapping his other arm around her and holding her close to him. He let out a breath as if he hadn't been breathing the entire time. His arm flexed, pressing her body against his, the feeling of her warm blood on his body made the rage spark suddenly, his skin getting extremely hot to the touch, his grip on her almost painful as a growl rumbled from his chest.[c]
Zane's gaze flicked up to Alexander. "Let us out of here, right now." He wasn't sure why the fuck he'd brought him down here in the first place, but he wasn't staying another moment. Alexander and the doctor moved out of the way of the door, the doctor held the badge out to him with her shakey hand but Zane punched the pad instead. He needed to release the last of his rage. Then he pushed the door open and found himself in the hall with a bunch of soldiers that were supposed to catch Bea and failed. Of course, he didn't know that but still. They backed away from him but their fingers were close to the triggers of their guns. "You still have the keys to the room, I assume." Alexander said behind them, it'd be easy to hear the smug smile in his voice. Zane didn't turn around or acknowledge him, he just led Bea into the elevator and tried not to break the buttons when he closed the doors. [e]

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Bea heard Alexander’s breath of relief, lightly shaking her head in a silent response to it. Had he had any compassion or empathy or at least one single likeable thing about him, his potential toys might not turn out as hostile, but Bea wasn’t going to divulge that with him as she hoped it would some day be his downfall. She looked up to him as he looked to her hand, his skin burning up a little against her fingertips. “You’re okay..We’re okay..” She spoke softly, cupping his cheek as he gently caressed hers before he pulled her in close to him, feeling the heat radiating from his chest against her cheek and her body as he held her there almost too tight, a wheezed breath leaving her as she didn’t pull away or protest his affection despite it nearly crushing her. She would glance over her shoulder to Alexander as Zane spoke for what felt like the first time in a while, and oh how she missed hearing that voice. Bea kept her arm tight around his waist as he punched the pad, having half a mind to scold him (c)
but deciding against him, he was clearly fully of rage, and she was just glad they were out of it mostly unscathed. She would look to Zane as she soldiers kept their fingers on the triggers as they walked to the elevator, Alexander’s snide remark making her shoot a look over her shoulder, not quite knowing if he knew what she found in Ingrids office, but for now Zane seemed fragile, she wasn’t sure if she could tell him yet, the last thing she wanted was to send him off on a rampage on knowing it was Umbrella who bought him into the world, her mother who nurtured him for a short while, and her father who kicked him to the curb from his own sick possessiveness of her. As the elevator doors closed she rubbed over his biceps either side, looking up at him. “I’m sorry..I’m so sorry he-..I’m sorry..” She couldn’t stop apologising, burying her face into his chest as the elevator began to go up.

In the elevator, alone with Bea, Zane seemed to return to himself. The tension rolled out of his body and he slumped back against the wall, his arms looped around the small of Bea's back, holding her to him. His head lulled back against the wall and his eyes closed for a moment until she started to apologize. Instead of scolding her for apologizing, he gripped her tiny waist and lifted her up to meet his height, picking his head up and kissing her deeply. Locking his arms under her bare ass, under the skirt, he kissed her until the elevator dinged. Only then did he break the kiss and held her up against his shoulder until he made it back to room. Kicking the door shut behind him, Zane dropped Bea onto the bed and locked the door. His hand fisted her panties in his pocket leaned forward resting his head on the door. [c]
Everything that happened a few moment ago were kind of a blur in his mind. All he had to go on was Bea's nervousness and the way his muscles felt over worked out. When he pushed off door, he noticed the smear of Bea's blood on his chest. Whirling around he crossed the room in two long strides and cupped her head, pushing her bangs back to get a good look at the rip in her skin above her eye, noting the way the bruising was already starting. "Who did that?!" He demanded in a growl.[e]

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Bea felt herself relax some as he gripped her and picked her up, kissing him deeply and lovingly on him locking his warm arms under her exposed ass. The ding of the elevator making him pull away as she remained frozen with her lips puckered up for a few more seconds before opening her eyes as she felt them move with his footsteps. She smiled as he kicked the door shut before throwing her onto the bed, fully relaxing now they were safe and sound back at their temporary bedroom. She watched as he dug his hand in his pocket, her brows raising knowing exactly what he’d been holding hostage in there. She bit her lower lip as he turned around, her knees knocking together in the way they did when she was starting to behave suggestively. She would blink and he would be right in front of her, wincing from the tender sting that came with him moving her bangs out of the way, the blood only just starting to congeal as he inspected it. “I-It’s nothing..I dealt with it..” She said on diverting her gaze, knowing she (c)
didn’t deal with it the way Zane would, the soldier got off lucky that Bea was by herself, the mental images of Zane exacting his revenge by smashing the man’s face repeatedly into the brick wall until it became a red and pink mush flooding her brain. “I’m fine..” She whispered as she gently reached for his wrist.

Zane's eyes darted back and forth across her face. His brain was tingling with a vague memory of her telling him she'd beat up some guy. His brow furrowed at the thought then his face relaxed into a smile, lifting her fingers to his lips and kissing them softly. "That's right, you beat the shit out of someone, my badass baby." He said against her fingers. He kissed her palm and then crawled onto the bed beside her stretching out on his back. His head was heavy and kinda spinning. The arm closest to her wrapped around her waist and lightly traced along her side. "I still have your panties," He said with an absent smirk. Trying to process what had just happened was giving him a headache so he focused on something else. Though he really didn't want to fall asleep, he was crashing hard. The rush of rage fueled adrenaline draining out of him was taking everything with it. Then something else floated up through the haze of his memories and he poked her hip. "You called me love." He said cheekily.

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Her gaze softened as he lifted her fingers to his lips before kissing over them, smiling warmly to him and whimpering behind her lips as he called her ‘my badass baby’. She would let a soft laugh slip and nod “Mhm! I used what you taught me, maybe the student will become the master in no time!” She would tease playfully, knowing she still had ways to go to be able to fully handle herself independently, yet she knew she’d never get to his level of independence with the way he fights. She rested her hand over his on her side, ensuring it rested lightly as to not weight down his soft caresses over her side. “Yeah I came to realise that when-“ She halted herself and quickly diverted. “It’s a good job he didn’t find them on you.” She looked to him, he looked exhausted, in every sense of the word, her fingers lightly coming up to brush the strands of hair from his face. His poke on her hip followed by his words had her keep still for a few moments, biting on the inside of her cheek. “Well-..I-..When you-..(c)
“I care about you, rather a lot..It’s only like..A term of endearment or something you know-..I-..Im casual-..If casual is like-…How you feel about us I can-..I can be cool..And stuff.” She said trying her best to avoid the deep meaningfulness of it, since he said at the start he wasn’t sure what they were but once he knew he’d let her know, she didn’t want to return to that too intense, too much, too over sensitive person she was on the boat. She fidgeted her legs over the end of the bed, her boots hitting the floor on two rubbery heavy thuds, followed by a plastic clunk on the wooden floor, making Beas eyes widen, quickly lifting her head from the mattress.

Zane arched a brow at her when she halted her words like she'd almost run into wall with them. They hadn't known each other long but he knew her pretty well at this point and it kinda felt like he'd known her all his life--- in a lot of ways. He scoffed when she said it was good her father hadn't found them. "I'd have shoved them down his throat but I have a snaking feeling he'd like that and I'd have to kill him sooner than expected." When she brushed his hair out of his face, he nuzzled her hand, his eyes closing for the moment. Then she started to sputter and he opened his eyes look up at her. His smile was soft and bemused. He pushed up on he elbow and reached for her face while she was kicking off her shoes so he could kiss her deeply for a really long moment. When he finally broke free something plastic had hit the floor. Zane opened his mouth to say something but she sat up quickly and looked over the edge of the mattress. [c]
His stomach sank thinking Alexander had left some smack lying around for her to found and the stress of everything had left her to give into the temptation. He sat up slowly, not really wanting to look but knowing he had too. What if it was a needle? What was he going to do? Could he really blame her? What he saw on the floor by her shoe was more confusing and more emotion churning than a needle could have ever been. "Is that..." [e]

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She smiled and admired him in the moment of silence before he mentioned her dad and her panties, making her shudder and recoil. “I’m surprised I managed to stop you earlier if I’m honest..I must’ve done something right.” She whispered before catching his bemused gaze at her, making her give a soft shrug on a “What?..” before she felt his lips on hers, kissing him back deeply and lovingly. She went to push him back down to the mattress by his shoulders as he slowly sat up “No no- You-..Rest is so important you should really get some sleep right now, you over exerted yourself and I-“ His sight of the test and the two words that followed cut her off. She glanced up to the wooden ceiling of the four poster bed, her brows upturning on how the fuck she is supposed to explain it to him. “So-..That night when-..In the water-..On the deck-..” She said, her body fidgeting uncomfortably, not even knowing where to look, she couldn’t even confess her love for him properly yet, how on earth she expected to carry and (c)
raise a baby hadn’t quite sunk into her mind yet. “I-..I can uhm-…There-..There’s a surplus of mugwort tea-…In my old room. It-..It can force a miscarriage if-..If you don’t want this then I-..I-..Well I mean-..I don’t even know if this is what-..What I want but-..But it’s happened and I can’t-..I don’t-..” She stumbled over her words, hardly able to look at him as though she’d now twisted his arm into the situation. “Just-..Say the word and it’s gone, yeah?..” She said on finally looking him in the eyes.

His mind was turning in a hundred different directions. Zane had never thought of himself as the fatherly type. He was usually gungho about using condoms and he'd done so the first time but after that it'd been the last thing the thought of when it came to Bea especially after she'd requested he cum inside of her. Part of him was kicking himself. Part of him was wondering how anyone in their right mind could think of bring another human into the world in this shit storm and still another part of him just didn't know what to think. His eyes were wide and pinned to the little plastic stick on the floor with the two blue lines while Bea rattled on in is ear. Everything she was saying was processing slowly in his mind. [c]
Finally, Zane picked his jaw off the floor and sat fully up, his legs hanging off the bed, his arms resting on his thighs. Where the hell had she even gotten that? Had something happened to make her curious about taking a test? She hadn't been moody or eating like crazy or any of the other 101 things people talked about when women got pregnant. He lifted his head and looked at her suspiciously even if he wasn't suspicious of her. "Where did you get that?" Reaching out, he put his large hands on her small shoulders and watched her face. Mugwart tea? ... She had a lot of it and knew it caused miscarriage... That left him with more questions than he wanted answers too. "Bea, where the fuck did you get that test?" Right now, before he even tackled any of the other heavy shit that this might imply he just wanted to know if it was real.[e]

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Bea watched as he sat up with his legs hanging off the bed, her gaze following his to the stick on the floor with the clear two lines, cursing them out inside of her mind as she chewed on her lower lip. She couldn’t help but let her face show that he looked at her suspiciously, giving a frown back to him as he spoke, despite his attempt of comforting her with his hands on her shoulders. “I-..Uhm-..” She halted herself, seeing his mind still ticking over, likely wondering what the hell mugwort tea was. Something she wasn’t quite yet prepared to share on how or why she knows why it’s effects what they are. She inhaled deeply as he even swore on his second ask of her. “Da-..Alexander.” She said before pulling the sticky note from her bra and slapping it onto his thigh. “He walked in on us fucking cumming together, he’s not thick, Zane..” She said as she got up off the bed, picking up the positive pregnancy test and chucking it into the bin beside the door. “I-..You-..We both need sleep..” She said with a (c)
somber tone. It wasn’t that she expected him to be jumping for joy, she expected exactly the response she got, but it somehow stung her. She got undressed, taking off her skirt and socks, then her shirt and bra, tossing them for the laundry basket for the maids to collect before she climbed into the bed. She would turn her back to him and tug the sheets up over her small frame, her sniffles filling the silence and her body occasionally flinching on her stifled sobs as she kept her face covered over with the sheets, she felt like this was the worst fuck up she’d ever made in her life, because it didn’t only impact her life, but Zanes too. “I-..I’ll get rid of it tomorrow..”

Bea slapped a sticky note on his thigh and Zane winced, not so much because it hurt but because he knew he'd hurt her with his question and whatever was on the sticky note had hurt her too. He picked up the sticky note, before reading it, crumbling it in his hand. Her retort got him to his feet. "That was a few hours ago and fucking on the deck... Bea that wasn't even two weeks ago. It was the first time we ever even finished together..." Pacing a little, he opened the piece of paper in his hand and growled, crumpling it up once more and chucking it across the room. "That's fucking bullshit, Bea! You haven't gained any weight. Have you even been feeling pregnant?" The rage was coming back. His vision narrowing down on the side of the bed, the clock ticking across the room sound like his head was inside of a bell that had just rang. [c]
Every single time her father opened his mouth in her direction he got a glimpse of how deeply embedded he was in her. A single phrase on a sticky note and test and she didn't question a thing about it. His word was law to her, absolute. It wasn't something he could fight, not alone. She had to fight back too. Even when he managed to kill the motherfucker his voice would still be in her head and that made Zane want to punch down a wall, at the very least. Bea had stripped down and gotten into bed. He'd watched her with blank, distant, cold eyes and while his true self empathized with her, the rage had taken over. He didn't even hear her when she committed to an abortion as he turned and went into the bathroom. He flicked on the shower, on it's coldest setting and stepped under the water. [c]
After awhile, the water started to feel warm, so he cleaned himself off and put on clean clothes. Bea's underwear were sticking out of the pocket of his old shorts catching his eye as he went to leave the bathroom. Those panties had been soaked. They were good together in so many ways. The words had been right on his lips before that damned plastic stick cut him off. Whether it was true or it wasn't, they'd get through it. He left them there and went back into the room. Climbing into bed beside her, Zane wrapped his body around hers, he wasn't sure if she was awake or not, and held her into his chest, her back to him, his face buried in her hair.[e]

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She rubbed the back of her neck, feeling tense and confused. She nodded “Well yeah it was a few hours ago, what I’m saying is he knows we’re-..Well, intimate.” She watched him as he paced, biting at the skin on the inside of her cheek as he threw the crumpled up sticky note. She gave a soft shrug to his words, she hadn’t really felt that different in herself, but she had been puking a lot more recently than usual, she usually had a gut of steel but the odd things sent her over the edge recently. “I-..I don’t think so?..” She said with an uncertain tone in her voice. She watched Zane's face as his mind seemed to be going lots of different places all at the same time, his words making her feel like he didn’t believe her. His distant and cold eyes watching over her as she climbed into bed coaxed the words from her lips on the abortion, his wavering doubts making her mind up on the matter for the both of them. She heard his footsteps as he left her to head to the bathroom, taking the opportunity to pull (c)
herself together. She dried her eyes on rolling onto her back, her hands then hugging over her upper arms to self soothe as she sighed. Was it another ploy of her dads to emotionally and physically divide them, or was she actually pregnant? She wasn’t entirely sure, all she knew was this definitely seemed to add a strain on their companionship. As she bathroom door opened she rolled back over onto her side, the room still and quiet for a moment until the crumpling of the sheets invaded her ears, the pressure changed on the mattress as he joined her. She felt his chest press against her back, making her flinch as the cold from the water lingered against his skin despite him having dried off, but she embraced it as she took her arm to rest over his around her, giving his forearm a soft squeeze as she whispered. “I’m sorry..”

The arm she was holding curled around her, snaking up between her breasts and pulling her closer to him. His fingers brushed under her chin and along her jaw. The side of his head was resting on his arm and it was bent back so he could rub the back of his head. "I'm sorry." He said into her hair, his hand lowering and spreading across her stomach. "I just don't trust him." He was quiet for a moment, his mind still reeling with possibilities. "Whatever happens we'll get through it. I'm with you." He nuzzled the back of her head, smiling against her skull. "If we're having a baby, I think it's time your father died and left everything to us. An island might be the only safe place to raise a kid in this outbreak." Rolling onto his back, Zane kept his hand under his head, the other wrapped around Bea and he stared up at the ceiling. "But this place needs some serious renovations." He really wanted to demolish it, burn it to the ground with Alexander in the center of the flames. Where ever they ended up, he'd make it safe for them.

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Bea closed her eyes on feeling his fingers trace over her chin and jaw, his apology making her eyes open. She gazed across the room as his hand spread across her stomach and continued speaking, a soft frown making its way to her eyebrows. She understood why he didn’t trust Alexander, she barely did herself deep down. “I-..I want to just do the right thing by you..” She whispered as he nuzzled the back of her head. She shifted her position as he did, turning herself over to face him, resting her head against his chest as he lay on his back, her fingertips gently stroking over his side as she spoke quietly. “It needs more than renovations..” She said on feeling the exact same way as he did in part, her emotions juxtaposed on the place, whilst it was her childhood home and sacred to her, it was mostly painful for her to live here again. The soft frown returning to her brows as she inhaled deeply, on thinking of her childhood she remembered the polaroids she had found earlier, those eyes of the little boy (c)
she was pictured with so strikingly familiar. Her fingers halted tracing for a second as she asked. “Do-..Do you have any memories of your childhood?..With you being in foster care..Were there any good times?..” She then continued to trace over his side on biting her lip, already feeling bad incase she had forced him more so to remember the bad times instead of the good, doubting that he had many to begin with.

When Bea turned to face him, he looked down at her, watching her face for a moment. "We'll do what's best for both of us." He said quietly to her. His skin tingled where she traced her fingers and for a second he remembered he had bruised ribs a few hours ago but they were all but gone now. His skin was still a little sensitive but he wasn't in pain. He hadn't thought about pain for a while now. A smile curled his lips when she said it needed more than renovations and his arm squeezed her to his side, his fingers now playing with the dreads that lay down her back. Suddenly the conversation shifted and Zane furrowed his brows. He wasn't prepared for the questions. "I...uh... I haven't thought my childhood in years." He said honestly, tilting his head up to the ceiling. [c]
He let his mind drift backwards but at first nothing was coming to him. White walls? The sound of clicking and beeping. He shook his head and looked down at her. "I moved around a lot. Don't think I was ever with my biological parents." His voice trailed off as laughter filled his head; it sounded like Bea and Kila but younger. More white walls. Why wasn't he thinking of all his foster homes? All the things he remembered clearly? There had to be good time there. He was a teen when he met Daniel but he was still in a foster home. It just felt like his mind was going so far back. "I remember feeling grass for the first time and the sun on my face... someone holding my hand."[e]

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She gave a soft nod against his chest as he mentioned doing what’s best for the both of them, pushing the potential pregnancy to the back of her mind, if she really was pregnant and it wasn’t her father playing some sick psychological game with them both, she would find out before long, they’d just need to bide their time. She would smile as his arm squeezed into her side, his fingers in her dreads that took up most of the space on the bed behind her. “Yeah-..I can’t say I don’t blame you for not remembering much..It must’ve been quite traumatic for you having never really settled anywhere..Being passed from pilar to post..That’s quite a unstable upbringing..Honestly it’s a wonder you’ve turned out as well as you have, surely out of the two of us people would think it’s more likely you’d be the one with the drug addiction.” She said as she rested up on her elbow, wanting to actually see his face and ensure he knew he had her attention wholly on such a topic, (c)
the delicate conversations on his life not a thing she took lightly, always appreciating the tidbits of information he would willingly divulge to her. She watched his face as he seemed focused on remembering back, sifting through the memories. “I’m sorry you didn’t get any time with them love..Then again, I guess maybe they weren’t great people-..For you to end up in the foster system..” She said on biting her lip, hoping she wasn’t speaking out of turn. She would smile as he mentioned feeling the sun and grass, and someone holding his hand. “Well that person sounds nice who held your hand.” She said softly before she rested her head back down to his chest. “I remember having this best friend. God, he was just bloody brilliant.” She spoke through a smile on the few memories that the photos had bought back into her mind. “He got on really well with Tate too, which is a pretty special skill set within itself. Tate wasn’t exactly easy to like but this kid made the effort with him a lot.” She said as she (c)
moved her hand up to his chest, lightly dragging her fingertips over his collar bone. “I remember, this one time on the playground a kid pushed me over, and I fell like flat on my face, I cried so hard and loud, it was pretty deafening for everyone involved but, he ran over to me, and he did this thing that just-…Washed away the pain and the tears and it made me feel just..Like magic.” She said before she sat back up again, wanting to show him, she kissed both of her palms before lightly taking them to cup his cheeks. “And he would say ‘Don’t cry Bea-rix, I’m here.’, the way he couldn’t ever say my name right made me want to change it.”

No one had ever acknowledge anything like that about his childhood before. It had been so glazed over that even he hadn't given it much thought until Bea brought it up. The realization struck him hard and stumped him for a hard moment. It even made his heart beat a little harder and created a knot of emotion in his chest. He didn't know what to do with these feelings so it was like his mind latched onto her quip about being a drug addict. "Scars are scars. Whether we get them in a glided cage or in the sewers they still hurt." He took his hand out from under his head and brushed his fingers along her jaw then over her lips. "We all deal in our ways." She lifted up and rested on her elbow, so his hand at her back fell a little lower, tracing a few patterns on her lower back. [c]
She apologized for his lack of parents and truthfully it was something that cropped up in his mind every time things were too quiet. He'd watched countless kids in foster care get adopted, run into the seemingly loving arms of strangers and embrace them as the parents they always want. He always looked at his wrist as if his connection to his parents was there somehow, as if he would feel it in his blood when they were near and yet there was always this nagging feeling that there wasn't anyone in the world that matched him, at least not parentally. His hand lifted from her face. He hadn't even realized he was looking at his wrist when he started talking about his parents. His veins were a dark blue just under the surface, two always stood out amongst the rest, one only slightly fainter than the other. It had been thrumming hard recently.[c]
He made a fist and put his hand down, tuning back into Bea's soft voice as she began to bring up her childhood. It spiked fuzzy images in his mind that started to rapid fire shoot across his consciousness but he couldn't pin one down. It was like spinning on that metal whirligig in the playground way to fast and the laughter was loud. His head was starting to hurt so he forced himself to focus on her face, brows pinching together. Crack. He heard a face hit ground. He heard crying and laughter. God, his head was killing him. Pressing the heel of his hand to his eye socket as if that would alleviate some of the pain, Zane nodded so that Bea would know his was listening but when she sat up and kissed her palms, repeating something from her memory, the hot itching at the back of his head spiked to a hot stab of pain. Blood ran down his nose and over his lip. He licked it away without thinking. "He... uh... sounds great, baby."[e]

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She would smile as his fingers brushed over her lips, giving a soft nod in response to his words. “Yeah..I suppose everyone has their baggage to carry through life..Just some people’s baggage is heavier than others..” She said on knowing Zane had it harder than she did, at least she knew who she belonged to, despite the fact her mum wasn’t here anymore and her father was a neurotic arsehole, she knew. It was a form of closure she knew Zane might never get, coaxing her to take her hand to her chest and rub over it gently as though for a moment it broke for him. She watched him as he seemed more focused on his wrist than anything else as she began to speak, her brows knitting together slightly at his attention being elsewhere, but then again she brushed off her conceitedness, after all they were talking about a heavy topic and here she was reminiscing on how lovely her childhood was, or at least could be at times. She pulled her hands from his face and rubbed her stomach, her gut twisting a little with guilt(c)
on reflection of the original conversation. She noticed blood beginning to spill from his nostril, a hushed “Fuck-..Stay there.” escaping her as she practically jumped from the bed, running naked to the bathroom to grab some toilet paper, quickly returning to him and holding the tissue under his nose. “Just lean forward and pinch the bridge of your nose..Are you feeling okay?..” She asked as she sat beside him on the bed, already tearing off some more toilet paper incase he quickly filled the one he already had.

Zane's eyes followed Bea's hand to her stomach as she started to rub it softly. He'd seen a lot of women and girls rub their stomachs like that when they were pregnant and a jolt of apprehension ran though him. Dread curled over that knot in his stomach. Under normal circumstances he couldn't see himself as a father but now? Under the dark haze of an insane zombie outbreak, in-laws from hell, and well... being unemployed, these were the worst circumstances to be bringing another human into the world. This was all fucked. Zane looked confused when Bea hopped out of the bed and darted for the bathroom. His first thought was 'I guess when you gotta go, you gotta go.' He was no stranger to nosebleeds so it never occurred to him that was why she was in such a rush. At least this nose bleed wasn't from his nose being broken. Bea was back in no time, so she didn't definitely didn't have to pee but she was holding toilet paper. [c]
She plugged his nose, causing him to half laugh, half groan in pain, his head tilting back as he took the paper from her hand and held it to his nose. He leaned forward a little and pinched his nose just as Bea instructed. "My head hurts." He said honestly. The paper at his nose had bleed through onto his fingers and she was ready with more and he took it appreciatively. Lifting his head, he tossed the bloody tissue in the trash and wiped his upper lip. The bleeding was slowing, and he let it bleed freely while he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her between his legs, close to him. "Thank you. I'm sorry. You were saying about your friend."[e]

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She watched as the white paper under his nose was quickly saturated with bright red, her brows knitting together on how it occurred out of nowhere, wandering to herself if this was just a normal occurrence as he didn’t seem particularly phased by it. “I’m not surprised..Do you want me to go see if any of the staff can bring us some pain relief for you? I’ll go and ask them if you’re hurting too much..” She asked him, her face awash with concern as she searched his eyes. She watched him as he threw the filled tissue into the bin, then her eyes widened as he pulled her in between his legs. “Oi!” She yelped, holding up more tissue in his face for his to use. “Screw the stories, I am more concerned about you right now, you need to keep pinching.”

Zane shook his head to her rush of questions. "I'm fine really. I'm make it through." His head still hurt but now that the images stopped running through his mind. Even though he was in slight pain now, he didn't want any drugs from this place. He'd suffer through. He barely wanted to eat what they served but that lobster had led him to so much fun, so it wasn't all bad. His hands jumped off her body when she yelled. He was watching her face as if he wasn't sure where that sound came from. Slowly he took the tissue out of her hands and leaned back against the pillows, closing his eyes. "It'll stop in a few minutes." He said. He'd gotten them randomly, or seemingly randomly, for as long as he could remember. Some of them bled for hours, others for a few minutes. This one seemed like it was only going to bleed for a few more before it stopped, it was heavy but not running fast.

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Bea looked to Zane on a smile as he dressed and slicked his hair back, his words forcing a laugh from her as she held her tummy from the tensing of her muscles, but she shook her head. “It’s not the gardens, no.” She had a little emphasis on the word ‘the’, making her way to the vanity unit as she grabbed a couple of things from the drawer, one of which was a couple of matching broaches which she used on the hem of her dress to hike it up to the waist of the fabric, keeping the length out of the way of her feet and shins. She tucked a polaroid into the bust of her dress, grabbed her old diary, and also the carton of cigarettes she’d had kept from Alexander. She opened up the balcony doors, gazing momentarily over the orange glow, the setting sun concealed by the big fortress walls, unable to enjoy much of any view even with a balcony aside from the gardens which weren’t yet lit up, the splashing flow of the fountain audible just about. She waited for Zane to join her before she grabbed onto the ladder (c)
fixed to the wall on the balcony. “Hope you’re not too scared of heights.” She teased playfully on climbing the ladder, each step taking them closer to one of the several roofs, just this was the one above her room. She took the last step, planting her feet firmly against the grass that had been planted there before she dusted herself off. She smiled on seeing much hadn’t changed here since her childhood, the outdoor decking with lounge seats resting on it, fairy lights hanging from the wooden beams, then a sizeable butterfly house resting to the left. “I got a cigarette up here as an incentive for you to make it.” She would playfully tease on turning back around to face the direction he would climb to.

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/me When Daniel had arrived in Tates room, she spent some time looking around, finding a bunch of illfitting clothes that probably wouldn't do and a spacious bathroom. It wasn't long till she plopped onto the bed, trying to pass out before she figured out that she couldn't. Too much was going through her brain. How long would she be stuck here? What were they doing with Zane and Bea? Who was that guy she saw past Zane when she left the elevator? "Fuck it..." Daniel muttered, dragging herself off the bed and walking over to the door. She wore no shoes, trying to be as quiet as possible as she slowly unlocked the door, walking through it and gently closing it behind her. Daniel started her way down the hall, seeing doors to her left and right without any real knowledge of where she was going. "Where are you guys?" She muttered to herself in a light whisperbefore hearing a familiar voice behind her. "You aren't supposed to be roaming." Daniel turned around to see the busty blonde doctor behind her, dressed in her attire that she wore the night prior. The doctor was walking towards her at a normal pace, not necessarily threatening. "I'm just looking for some water..." Daniel muttered, keeping her eyes fixed on the doctor's face as they were suddenly face to face. The doctor shook her head. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry." In that moment, the doctor had given Daniel a hug, to which Daniel had a curious expression before she felt a prick at her neck. "What the-" And she was out. Daniel would only wake up several hours later, sturring awake groggily to find herself back in Tate's room, but she could see some movement through her blurry vision. As her vision cleared, she watched as three guards had been entering and leaving the room, swapping out the clothes that were in the room for women's clothing, bringing makeup and bathroom products in and out. She was sat in the middle of the room, facing the bed, cuffed to the back of the seat. Looking down, she realized that she was wearing a black dress that left little to the imagination, and a pair of heels. Looking around, she found a full body mirror near the closet where if she tilted her head back just enough she could catch a glimpse of her face. A woman stared back at her, artifically plumped lips and thick, long, blonde hair. The guards had left and she was alone, the door to the room left open. "What the-" She started, suddenly feeling the weight of her new lips in the way. "Fucking shit."

Zane gave a soft smile when Bea started to laugh. It felt like it had been a very long time since she had laughed. Time was kinda warped here. He wished they were back on the yacht or hell even running through the streets looking for stores to scavenge. His plan was to get them back to that. This gilded cage was making him crazy. His eyes were glued to Bea as she got dressed and pinned up her dress to keep from tripping on it. She had gone from goth girl to forest nymph and he wasn't mad at it. Stepping close to her, he brushed her bangs a little at the edges. Her hair and his hair had grown out a bit. "You're starting to look like you will be running down empty halls looking over your shoulder." He said softly with a smile. [c]
She opened up the doors to the balcony and if they weren't trapped here and there weren't high walls all around them, it would have been pretty beautiful. Then be started to climb the wall and he took a moment to stare at her curious, then stare up her skirt like the perv he was when he was with her. "Mortified." He said absently watching her skirts dance around her legs. Then he realized he hadn't told her about jumping across rooftops to get to Daniel but it didn't matter. He'd climb up behind her to find that the landing over her room was basically a little garden lounge. He looked around, pulling himself up to stand. "Jesus. This place is massive."[c]
Zane moved to edge and looked out as far as he could. The stats were about the same. At this point he couldn't help it. It just happened. He'd never been so analytically tactical before. Half turning, his hands in his pockets he looked back at Bea. "You know, I wasn't much of a smoker before you. Sharing cigarettes is something I just do with you. Since you can't smoke I have no real interest in them." [c]
Below them, Daniel had gotten a little forced spa day; a dye job and a little lift and lip plumpers. She was gonna be almost unrecognizable. She was left in the room for a long time before the doors to Tate's room opened and Alexander walked in. He was dressed in a clean, pressed grey suit. For an old man he was aging pretty well. He sat down in a chair across from her and made no bones about giving her a once over, approving of the upgrades. He crossed his legs, resting his ankle on his thigh as he unbuttoned his suit jacket. A maid came in behind him and held a glass of water with a straw to her lips. He watched her like a hawk, face unreadable. "Hello, Miss Dunn." He said, pausing as if to gauged her reaction. "I hope you appreciate what my daughter has done for you here. I have to say, she's been very worried about your well being." He was emphasizing Bea's tender heart and clearly not mentioning Zane. [e]

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/me As Alexander walked in and the maid followed, bringing the water to her lips, she sipped at it, finally quenching the thirst she had built. When she was referred to as "Miss Dunn", she winced a little before looking at the man sternly. She chose to not engage with it though she rose an eyebrow at what he said next. "Bea's your daughter?" She asked. That was probably important information. "Who are you?" She asked, moreso referring to position at Umbrella. "And why the hell are you doing this to me? What's with the get up?" She wasn't shy in asking her questions, though he didn't seem super friendly. Her lips were going to take some getting used to, she felt them every time she opened her mouth. She'd sip at the water once more before nodding to the maid that she was fine. "What the hell do you want from me?"

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His fingers at the edges of her overgrown bangs somehow made her heart skip a beat, the little things seemed to get to her more than any huge dramatic display of affection ever did, the glances, the kisses to the corners of her lips, his grasp on her ankles before felt extremely intimate, the things she didn’t like about herself, the things she would compare herself to others with, he only amplified and made her feel all the more seen with everything he did. “You make me sound like some character from a romantic victorian novel.” She teased on a smirk, not that she would ever even mind being perceived as such. Her laugh would call out to the sky as he spoke on being ‘mortified’, before she was shortly joined by him up top. She gave a soft nod to his words. “Yeah..Being inside you don’t get much of a grasp of the sheer size of this place but..There sure is a lot of it. But this is my secret place, so don’t be telling everyone, okay?” She said softly on a smirk before joining him on looking out, just able (c)
to see the sun setting in the distance and the few walkers shuffling their feet aimlessly just out of the confines of the walls. Her expression softening a little, even despite all of this, she felt bad for them, they were people once now trapped in a rotting vessel, either destined to starve to death, get killed, or kill those around them, in an internal jail cell of their own. She looked to Zane as he spoke, tilting her head a little. “Ohh, I see. Well, I will hold onto them for safe keeping anyway.” She said on a soft smile to him before taking his hand in hers. “Come look..” She said on a whisper as she tugged him along to the butterfly house, opening the door for them both to enter, and closing it behind them as they did. She wafted the hot humid air from her face for a moment before she smiled wide on seeing the butterflies thriving, the sounds of their wings hitting her ears and tickling her slightly as she chuckled. “Isn’t it amazing how life finds a way?” She asked him joyously before grabbing (c)
her watering can and filling it to the brim by the tap sticking up out of the ground. She wandered around and began watering over the flowers, her eyes pulling from her task to glance over to him on licking her lips, the memories of her mother bringing them up here as kids filling her mind. “Did you ever do anything like this as a kid? Be in nature..See butterflies?”

Alexander gave a curt nod, when Daniel asked if Bea was his daughter. He feigned slight shock, "With the way she seems to care for you, I would have thought she told you more about herself. No matter. I am Alexander Damaris. I am the Directer of Research here at Umbrella Corp. And you, Miss Dunn are one of my most rewarding experiments." Lacing his fingers together, he leaned forward holding her gaze with dark green eyes. "Are you able to fathom the wonder that is you? You are quite the success story. And I want nothing more than to study you." The offer sounded mild enough. But it was also incredibly vague. Alexander waved a hand, sending the maid away. But he caught her gaze and it was almost like a telepathic instructions passed between them. She nodded and left the room, closing the door but not fully.[c]
"Aren't you?" Zane asked when she said he made her out to be a character from a Victorian novel. "You're always quoting Jane Austen and Emily Bronte. You're morose and moody, but fierce and just want to be loved. I'd say you fit the bill." He made a motion of locking his lips at her request and smiled down at her. Zane took the pack from her and tossed it onto a little table by the lounge chairs, then took her hand and let her lead him to the butterfly house. It was lush and he could feel the little soft wings fluttering the humid air and agains this skin. Bea's mood picked up dramatically when the got into the hut. She went around watering the plants merrily and he hadn't seen her that happy in a while. When she asked him about doing this as a kid he shook his head. "I lived in shitty cities mostly."[c]
The door to butterfly house opened slowly and Zane turned around, covering Bea with his body. His hand immediately fell on a pair of trimming shears and his body tenseed up but in the doorway was the maid. She was looking at the floor, her head cocked a little to see them out of the corners of her eye. "Excuse me," it was almost a whisper. "But you might want to come. He's talking to your friend. He changed her." Zane's brow furrowed for a moment trying to make sense of her words. Was she talking about Daniel? Who changed her? Zane groaned, looking back at Bea. Her father was up to something. Great. He shifted to the side so the maid could see Bea behind him and let go of the sheer but didn't take his hand off of them.[e]

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/me Daniel finally had a face to blame for her predicament. "You want to study me, hm?" She asked, clearly frustrated in her tone as she continued. "I don't care how much of a wonder I am, or what you want to know about me. What the hell does putting me in this get up and dyeing my hair have to do with your research?" Daniel took a moment in quiet to calm herself before she continued, looking right back at Alexander's eyes. "So, why are you here? Wanted to see your little work of art? Or, can we get all your research over with so I could get my end of the deal?" She had leaned back against her seat, squinting at him. She was stern, but clearly not in a position of power.

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Bea smiled as Zane seemed to enjoy the butterflies and the humidity, she felt 13 all over again, her hand clutching at her diary tucked in the bust of her dress as now seemed the ideal time for her to tell him, everything. Well, at least everything she had puzzled together so far, no doubt there was still a lot of stuff for them to sift through but if at least Zane was more aware of it, she wouldn’t have to be so secretive about it all. She lowered the watering can and went to speak, her plump lips parting just as the door to the butterfly house opened, having Zane on edge all of a sudden as he grabbed for the shears and stood in front of her. She leaned to the side of Zane as the maid entered and spoke timidly, her plans of telling Zane anything seemed to be cursed, if it wasn’t the right time, it was something else that reared it’s head up to interrupt them. “Right..” Bea said quietly on pinching the bridge of her nose in a mild frustration at the conversation being pushed back, she would just (c)
have to bring him back up here later on once whatever chaos was occurring inside was settled. She looked to Zane and whispered. “To be continued.” Before she took his hand and led him back to the rooftop with her, steadily climbing back down to her balcony and waiting for him to join her before exiting her bedroom and heading for Tates room. She had every intention of going in there guns blazing, ready to fire all of the fucks into her father after the afternoon she and Zane had, everything about him had really began to tip her mentally over the edge. As she neared the door, she noticed it was left ajar, pressing her back to the wall she instead chose to listen in carefully as she heard Daniel talking, her brows furrowing as she sounded a little muffled, making her listen in and focus harder.

Alexander nodded, seemingly ignoring the Daniel's little attitude, but Alexander wasn't the type to forget anything. He just played the long game well. "Too many brunettes around here." He said flippantly about the change to her hair color. "Believe me, my dear, you are, indeed, a work of art." He paused, though his eyes didn't move there was a distinct feeling of him taking her all in again. "And you are in my house." To that he couldn't contain his sneer. His patience was starting to wear thin. Clearing his throat and fiddling with his tie, Alexander rolled his shoulders and went on, "I hear you're eager to return to a male body. You've chosen a lovely specimen, I must say. However, if I am gonna front the money for such a large change, I will need guarantees from you. Assurances that my investment will be used wisely."[c]
When Bea seemed to take the maid at her word, Zane took his hand off the shears. "Huh?" He said when she spoke softly. He a got the feeling from that little comment that she had something she wanted to tell him. Bringing him up there wasn't arbituary. So, on two fronts, Zane couldn't help but think: Oh god, what now? He followed Bea down the wall wondering how the hell the maid had gotten up there because she didn't follow them. So there were a lot of ways to get around this house. Good, he needed to go snooping. They walked back to Tate's room and Bea chose to press herself against the wall rather than barging in, so Zane stayed on the other side of the door and laid his head against wall, listening. Alexander's voice grated his nerves but suddenly he was tired. The constant wear and tear of always being hyper-vigilant was getting to him and now he was annoyed. What the fuck was this guy doing with his best friend? Hadn't he fucked him up enough?[e]

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/me Daniel kept her gaze fixed on Alexander as he spoke, noting his demeanour as he spoke. The clearing of his throat, adjusting of his tie, the roll of the shoulders... Once he brought up the body she chose, her eyes widened a little bit in interest. "You've got that right... But, what do you need from me?" She asked, tilting her head curiously now. Discussing a way to guarantee another brain transfer for her, it was clear that's what she was here for. Having already signed the contract, she was pretty much at Alexander's will regardless since her life would be threatened if she didn't comply.

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Bea quickly got tired of listening to the exchange, opening the door and stepping in, her eyes assessing the situation. Daniel did look different, her dark hair now blonde, and her lips reddened and plumped up more than before, it made her stomach churn a little that they had done such a thing, for why? She wasn’t sure. She turned her gaze to Alexander, her stare down of him seeming to chink his armour a little, watching him shift in his seat as he looked to her on a simple. “Trixie.” She perched herself on the edge of Tates bed, sitting between the two of them as she rested her elbows on the tops of her knees, leaning in a little. She didn’t shrink in front of him like she used to, Zanes words slowly reprogramming her mind and opinions of her father. She darted a quick glimpse to Daniel on speaking to Alexander. “..Care to explain yourself?..” Her coldness replicating his almost in the tone of her voice, having no doubt that there were parts of her buried deep inside of herself that were just like him.

Alexander checked his watch. It was a seemingly innocuous motion but nothing ever was with him. He leaned back in his chair and held his ankle and his knee. A moment later his daughter barged in. He waited. Her knight in bloodied couldn't have been too far behind. He wasn't, but he was just leaning in the doorway. If Alexander wanted to make a quick exit he was going to have to reveal a secret door or jump the balcony. From across the room, Zane almost didn't realize Daniel was Daniel but then the maid's words made more sense. Seriously, what in "The Skin I Live In" was Alexander doing to his friend. Why did he want him to a be a woman so badly? "You okay?" Zane asked Daniel from across the room as Bea addressed Alexander. It felt like everyone was curious to find out his answer and he wasn't not a fan of being cornered.

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Alexander would tut to Beas words, shaking his head on a little pout before his lips would smirk at her. “Oh Trixie..” His mannerisms and words making her skin crawl all over. “You want your little friends to remain safe and sound, correct?” He spoke emotionless to her, Bea would sit upright, her shoulders bunching up slightly. “They aren’t safe here, not when you’re pulling this kind of shit all the fucking time. This morning it was Zane, this afternoon it’s Daniel. What next? You gonna kidnap me in the fuck arse of the night and dye my hair?” Her frustration and anger clearly speaking for her as the volume of her voice grew, her chest rising and falling quicker on the tension of the conflict between them. Alexander would remain calm but smirk, getting a sickening kick out of his daughters feistiness. (c)
“I’d never do that to you, as much as I’d love for the maids to sort that-“ His fingers lazily gesturing to her hair as he spoke “Mess..”. Bea narrowed her eyes on him for a moment before standing up, having had enough of him for one day. “Get your guards in here to uncuff Daniel.” Alexander would shake his head slowly in response. “I’m doing my research. I can’t get to know how my project is going if I’m not asking questions now can I?” Bea kept still for a second before she quite literally pounced on him, he had truly pushed her over the edge with everything, years of abuse and weeks of mistreating her friends finally bubbled to the surface, the chair toppled over with Alexander still in it as she straddled him, her fists punching his face hard, each blow landing on his jaw and cheekbones, the quickened footsteps of the guards rushing to Tates room invaded her ears, coaxing her to grunt as she began really laying into him “I hate you! I hate you so fucking much!” Her knuckles throbbed on finally (c)
stopping, but that was only due to her being scooped up under her arms, she didn’t even bother to look at who was pulling her away, if it was Zane or guards, but she struggled against it on her hatred finally letting itself go. Alexander would spit up blood, his soft laughter invading her ears only encouraging the anger that boiled within her, he didn’t care that she’d beat him up, if anything it was another form of his entertainment, amusement, simply a pass time as the guards would aid him to his feet from the floor.

So shit was tense but the one thing Zane did not expect was for Bea to pounce on her father and beat his face in. Alexander didn't seem to be fighting back. He put his hands up to protect his face but nothing more so Zane didn't really leap to stop her. Instead he watched. Why wasn't wasn't he fighting back? Bea wasn't a fighter but she was dealing some damage and he'd seen her beat a zombie to death so if she was left alone long enough he was going to be hurting pretty bad. She would probably break his eye socket. When he heard the rushing footsteps coming down the hall, that's when he crossed the room and lifted Bea off her father. His arm was locked around her waist and she was kicking and swinging. It was like holding a toddler in the of a tantrum. Alexander got to his feet, took a handkerchief out of his breast pocket and dabbed the bloody corners of his mouth. [c]
He tossed a handcuff key in Zane's direction and Zane caught it in one hand. Then he looked down at Daniel something dark gleaming in his eyes, before he turned and left the room. When Zane looked over, Daniel's chair had gotten knocked over and it looked like she was passed out, probably hit her head. He threw Bea onto the bed and walked over, uncuffing his friend and picking her up. Walking around the other side of the bed, he pulled the covers back and laid Daniel down taking off those crazy high heels and tossing them on the floor before checking her head and breathing then tucking her in. Then he walked around to Bea. "Hey hell cat." He said with smirk. "Wanna tell me what the fuck that was?"[e]

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Bea’s hands reached to her waist, tugging at Zanes arms wrapped around her as she tried to break free, her quick assault on Alexander not quite quenching her thirst for retribution and revenge. Her knuckles were cut open and bloodied with her own and Alexander’s blood, wanting to get more punches in whilst they were numb with adrenaline, knowing damn well they would hurt like a bitch as soon as it all wore off. As he left she somehow felt angrier, like she wanted to get everything off her chest here and now, but not having the chance as the guards quickly followed behind him on Zane throwing her onto the bed whilst he dealt with Daniel. She fidgeted to sit herself up right, Zanes words barely hitting her ears before her bare feet bolted out of the room, she was certainly feeling bold tonight as she ran into the guards following closely behind Alexander down the long hallway. “Come back here you fucking coward!” She screamed out, she was fully unhinged and uncooperative, even going as far as to punch out (c)
at the guards, through her arm began to feel heavy from the blows she landed on Alexander. Her words catching his attention and making him glance over his shoulder to her, that same shit eating grin making its appearance before he turned back around, his back up ensuring she didn’t reach him once again. Two of the guards hanging back to keep her at a distance before they pushed her back, Bea stumbling over her own two feet and landing on her backside. She panted and shook out her wrists on her quickened breaths as the pain began to set in, watching the bodies disappear back into Alexander’s office, no doubt her name would be a hot topic of discussion for the night.

Zane hadn't gotten all the way around the bed when Bea bolted for the door. He just missed grabbing her back and almost tripped over his own feet. What the hell had gotten into her? "Bea!" He shouted after her as she ran into the back of the guard who made the unfortunate mistake of turning around and caught a punch for his trouble. At this point Alexander was taunting her while Zane was trying to get his foot free of a Daniel's strappy fucking heel. He finally got free and flung the shoe aside finally making it out of the room only to have to pick up Bea again. He spun her around, gripping her shoulders and looking down at her. "Bea!" His jaw was ticking. He was an asshole and he had been defiant of her father the entire time they had been here but despite strong urges otherwise he'd managed to keep his hands off the one man that could throw them into freaking gas chambers if he wanted and after all her begging and pleading to keep the peace she had hauled and assaulted him. A knot[c]
was forming in his stomach. Someone was gonna pay for this and he felt it in his bones. Trying not to think about it, Zane cupped her face in his hands, careful around her bruised face. "Bea, baby. Look at me." [e]

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Her sobs were stifled as the door shut loudly behind them all, Zanes grasp on her pulling her to her feet forced her to hold it in, but it only remained held in for so long. Once he cupped her face and called her ‘baby’ she lost it, her eyes filling and spilling over as she spoke, barely coherently through her tears as her view of him became blurry. “I can’t do this shit anymore..I shouldn’t have come here, I shouldn’t have bought you with me, everything is my fault.” She felt frustrated and angry with her father, with herself, and with umbrella, but aside from herself she was pretty perilous and didn’t have much of a leg to stand on in terms of her father and umbrella, she couldn’t take them down, despite her wanting to try. She had a look about her that was extremely reminiscent of her mother, her misty bright green eyes and quivering voice being reminiscent of what Zane would’ve seen and heard on her saying goodbye to him. She sniffled and buried her face into his chest, her hands hanging limply in the (c)
air, not wanting to get blood on him or do anymore damage to herself, but on pulling away she noticed she’d got spots of blood on his shirt from the drops that landed on her face, crimson spatters also covered over parts of her dress, she was in a mess for a second time today, just a completely different one than Zane had her in earlier.

She came undone in his hands and Zane put his arms around her shoulders and caressed her head, pushing her dreads back as she cried into his shirt smearing him with tears and blood. This was one helluva way break through trauma and he felt for her. Anger started to lick across the back of his shoulders but when it came to Bea, taking care of her came first. Once she was okay, tucked away somewhere relatively safe, he would stampede through this place destroying everything he could get away with. Until then..."No, no. Bea, no. He was gonna get us here one way or another. Kicking and screaming or freely. Our only focus now it getting off this fucking island as intact as we can be." The last line was about Daniel because it seemed the longer they stayed here the more she was gonna turn into a Real Doll. [c]
When she looked up at him, his brain short circuited. His face was a mixture of confusion and horror. He wasn't looking at Bea, he was looking at another older woman. She was thin and haggard, very clearly sick. He felt her hands on his, his hands felt small in hers and she was small. Zane blinked rapidly as he heard her voice encourage him to always be good while she furiously apologized before he was dragged away from her. It was like he got sucked into a vortex of time and then he was shot back to present and gasped, his hands dropping from her to cup his own head. His brain felt like it was pulsing and expanding rubbing against his skull. Groaning, he held his head and squatted down trying to breath through it, grumbling and cursing to himself.[e]

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Her forehead rubbed against his shirt as she listened to him speak, her own meek voice responding to him. “I-..I guess you’re right..He wants what he wants..And he will get it..” She said on the understanding that he did that to her all her life, he took what he wanted from her without any regard of her feelings, and he wouldn’t change in her adult years either. Her self pity quickly turned to concern for Zane as he looked at her a little gone out. “Zane..?” She spoke softly, her hand cupping his cheek for a moment until he dropped his head, her hands shifting to rub over his biceps. “Darling, talk to me..” She practically whispered to him, assuming he had one of his severe headaches again from him holding his head. She half debated leaving him to grab tissue incase his nose bled again like last time this happened, but she didn’t want to leave him on his own, and her dress was already blood stained anyway. She squatted with him, her hands rubbing his back as she wrapped her arms around him, keeping him (c)
close but also being there incase he should lose his balance. “Zane..Please try and tell me what’s going on with these headaches..” She whispered, giving him a gentle squeeze, doing the best she possibly could to comfort him in the middle of a hallway, guards walking past scoffing at the spectacle, Beas tear stained face scrunching at them before flipping them off on their walk by.

Bea's voice sounded a little far away. His head was pounding and the fuzzy but someone loud memories kept coming. More crashing blocks. The sound of metal drawers slamming. Keyboards clacking. People thumbing syringes. Amidst this strange spinning world of strange memories he didn't know he had, there were three distinct voices. He could only match one to someone he knew but even at that he couldn't figure out how he knew what Bea sounded like as a child. Blinding pain shot across his eye and yep, as if on cue blood started to run down his nose. Exhaling, Zane fell back and smashed his back against the wall throwing his legs out in front of him. "Son of a bitch." Ice. Ice would help. He rolled onto his hand and feet, reached out and threw his tiny little lover onto his back and crawled back into Tate's room, donkey kicking the door shut behind them. Panting, flattened to the floor. The thick rug covered his face and blacked out the room.[c]
His goal had been ice but he could barely see where he was going. He couldn't really think either. He just had to lay there and let the memories run across his blurry vision. Bea's chiming laughter echoed in his head. The sun was blinding but it couldn't have been the real sun because they had watched that set. He heard waves hitting the shore and other voices. 'Careful Bea-rix.' His mouth was moving when the little voice echoed in his head. More laughter. At some point it started to subside. The woman talking to him just a whisper in the back of his mind. Zane rolled onto his back and slowly opened his eyes. He was breathing heavy and his mouth was dry. What the hell was happening to him?[c]
"Bea..." He wasn't able to open his eyes just yet. His ears were still kinda attuned to his inward chaos. He couldn't figure out where she was. If she didn't answer him soon, his focus would snap right back into the real world. [e]

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Bea felt the heat of his blood as it dripped onto her arm but she didn’t see it, the crimson liquid trickling over her skin as she felt him begin to topple, her little arms doing their best to try stabilising him to no avail. She noticed the blood pouring from his nostrils and had an internal panic, despite her calm exterior, she always worried about him. She couldn’t help but shake her head at him, even in his current state he ensured her took her with him to Tates room, she didn’t enjoy the room much anymore; it bought a sense of melancholy with it now he wasn’t around, the smell of the room instantly taking her back to that day on the fire escape, still struggling to barter with her inner thoughts on it all. She pulled her mind from Tate and focused on Zane, climbing up from him and running to the en-suite, grabbing a handful of tissue before she returned to him. She sat on the floor behind him, spreading her legs out as she strained on lifting his torso up, resting the back of his head against her (c)
chest and pinching the bridge of his nose with the tissue, the best she could do for now. The change in his breathing concerned her even more, her free hand cupping his cheek despite it being sticky with his blood, the dark liquid staining deep into her fingertips and under her nails as she watched him on the verge of tears. She hated seeing him so out of it, so weak and disoriented, she felt helpless, useless even. Her tears would drip onto his cheek as she kept her gaze on him. “I’m here my love, I’ve got you.” She said without thinking, her mother having always said that whenever she, Tate or Zane got into a scrape and ran to her for comfort when she was well enough to care for them properly at least.
Sitting between her legs, Zane's head lolled a little bit in her grasp. The nose bleed was bad this time and quite a bit darker than it usually was. Bea pinching his nose kinda pulled him into reality. He tilted his head and looked up at her. Her face was a blurr, so much so that he couldn't make out her dreads. A lopsided smile took his lips and he lift his arm, his heavy large hand dropping onto the top of her head. "Hi, you." He said a half second before she sounded like her mother. The voice of a woman he didn't remember was sobbing. Zane was screaming. He felt himself in a small body struggling against hands against his arms and he was tossed into a trunk. One more hard thump knocked his brain into his skull. He groaned again. Bea's previous question finally starting to filter through all the ache in his head. Pushing himself to sit up, his hand flopped off the top of her head and down her face.[c]
"Jesus. Have we been drinking?" He asked. "You... should not be drinking." His head rolled forward and he watched as thick drops of blood splattered on the floor between his legs. He finally touched his nose and sucked his teeth. "Motherfucker. I'm gonna run out of blood at this rate." Scraping his arm roughly under his nose, Zane slide forward and turned around to face Bea, picking the neck of his shirt and holding it to his face. His vision was still a little fuzzy and it hurt like crazy but at least the voices had calmed a little but the sound of 'I'm here my love' was fading the slowest. How could that sound familar when they'd only broke the L word barrier a few hours ago? His face scrunched in thought, pensive and pained. He couldn't figure out where all this was coming from.[c]
"Hey, Bea..." He sniffed, copper filled his nose and blood splattered on his shirt from the inside. "Do you think we've met before?" [e]

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She couldn’t do much other than wait it out..And she felt awful for it, but she didn’t have the medical know how of how to deal with such a severe nose bleed and head pain. She just knew she had to be there for him through it all, the same way he was there for her through her withdrawals. She knew for sure he was out of sorts when he dropped his heavy hand on the top of her head, making her head wobble on her neck under the pressure of his big hand on top of her dreads. She continued to watch as he would twitch and writhe in and out of consciousness, internally, she was completely fucking freaked, but externally she knew she had to keep calm, getting herself worked up and flapping wouldn’t help anybody in this situation. She gently reached for his wrist as his hand flopped from her head, bringing it to rest at his chest with hers resting on top for a moment. She shook her head and was careful to speak softly. “No..” Her expression changed a little to one of surprise as he mentioned she shouldn’t be (c)
drinking. Was he starting to believe it more? Or was it just a way for him to divert her concern, get her talking about something else, she wasn’t quite sure, all she knew was that the stress of everything made her feel nauseas and she could really do without fainting from it. As he shifted his position she did also, tucking her legs up to her chest and hugging them, resting her chin against her knees as she watched him gather himself. “Just take it easy..Don’t do a lot too fast. We will get supper and then head for bed soon..Rest is needed for the both of us.” She said before she watched his face scrunch, able to see he was deep in thought on something. Her gaze fell across the room to the photo album on Tates study desk, her mind piqued with curiosity as to what photos would be in there, knowing Tate, probably smut. Zane calling her name grabbed her attention, a soft “Mm?” leaving her in response before he continued. She lifted her head slowly from her knees and bit down on her plump lower lip, (c)
her gaze diverting guiltily. Well it wasn’t how she hoped to share the news, she had hoped to make it a better experience than this, her knuckles swollen and bleeding, his nose still bleeding on occasion with a pounding headache, and a sleeping Daniel across the way. She inhaled deeply before sighing heavily, she reached into the bust of her dress and grabbed her diary, placing it on the floor with her fingers resting against it on sliding it over to him. It wasn’t even a diary at that point, it was her confessions of love for him, doting on him entirely, dating and detailing everything, to days at the park with him, little moments they had together that made a teenage Bea lose her mind, funny times between her, Tate and Zane. Everything he could possibly want to seek out from his memories existed within the pages albeit from Beas point of view, incredibly bias on how she saw Zane, not that he’d mind reading that she believed. “It’s..Mostly in there..” She said before pulling out the polaroid (c)
sliding that over to him as it showed Bea, Zane and her mother on the beach, smiling faces all around, not a concern in sight for any of them, the photo a little tilted, evidently Tate wasn’t quite the photographer he believed he was.

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Pretty much all Surviving groups in the city nearby knew about the island, or at least that it was dangerous. See there were whispers but no one truly knew what went on there unless directly taken there themselves. And anyone directly taken there was almost never seen again and would wish they were anywhere but the hellish place. Experiments of all kinds done on the unwilling and sometimes tricked participants brought there. Human operations and immoral experiments done, for what purpose? Who knew, especially with the current state of the world, then again maybe it was for that exact purpose. People gored, torn apart, injected, ect all for the possible foolish notion that we could somehow find a way back to what the world was. The island itself though was a clear enough message that there was no ever going back, even if a cure were to be discovered. The human race had fallen into being something dark and twisted, something without mercy for other living souls despite the fact that (C)
they now lived in a world where they were surrounded by the opposite. The end point was that everyone knew to stay away from that island, they knew to stay away from the goons that patrolled the waters and docks near it. Knowing they’d take or trick anyone they could in order to get them on that island. No one in their right mind willingly went to the island, Anne had the same opinion of the place. That is until an hour ago, merely an hour ago when she and her younger sister were in some convenience stores in the outskirts of the city, nowhere near the docks or water. Anne confident it was a safe area to scavenge without risk of running into the creeps from the mysterious island. It’s only when she hears the ear shattering shriek echo out from the other side of the store that her blood runs cold and she realizes how wrong she was. She had sprinted with all her might, hoping it was just another incident of the young girl getting spooked by a wild animal. To her absolute dismay, (C)
she would find it wasn’t. Instead she found her sister missing, rushing up onto the roof of the convenience store without another thought. Arriving just in time to see two men carrying the girl away before tossing her onto a horse. She would pull out the one gun she carried, aiming it at the men, her hands shaky as she watched them ride off with the young girl hitched onto the back. She would drop to her knees, her heart pounding in her head as her ears rang loudly. The natural sounds of the outside world soon muffled as she hunched over and threw up. They took her, they fuck1ng took her. Her mind races, struggling just to think straight as she wiped at her mouth. Shaking as she struggled to breath, and an hour later she was still just as frozen and numb. That is until she slowly got to her feet, sliding her gun back into her holster as she looked up, her gaze shooting off in the direction of the island. The previously distressed and thousand yard stare replaced by a cold hard look, (C
staring only a few moments longer before she grabbed her previously thrown bag and slings it over her shoulder. Ransacking the rest of the store and filling her bag with more things than originally planned. Then again, their plans were obviously interrupted, so with that she takes up a new plan herself. She was going to that fucking island, and she was going to murder every single person on there if that was what it was going to take to get her sister back… A few hours later and she’s on her way, in a canoe no less. The smart move really, less noise and less obvious waves, wether it would work or not she wasn’t sure. But she was getting on that island even if it meant them capturing her and taking her there themselves. (E)

His head hurt but it was starting to clear. Zane pulled off his shirt when Bea gave him a puzzled look and a cautious no. He'd forgotten what even he asked her to get that response. Tilting his head back, he pressed his bunched up shirt to his face and held it with pressure after asking her about them having met before. Honestly, he thought maybe she'd say if they had met before it was when he was a whore and they fucked in the bathroom of a rave club or something. Even though that wouldn't even remotely explain what was happening to him or his visions. Instead, he watched as she avoided eye contact and looked guilty. His eyebrow went up at her and pulled the shirt away from his face as she passed him a little diary. Picking it up in one hand, his thumb flicked the flimsy metal lock and he pushed it open to see her handwriting scrawled over every page. There wasn't a page in the diary that didn't have something on it, even doodles. [c]
He wasn't really reading it, just flippping through it wondering how this had anything to do with his question. Bea slid him a polariod and Zane dropped his shirt and picked up. His face, her face and her mother's face were squished into the frame. They were all laughing. It even kinda looked like her brother's ear was in the frame too. His thumb passed over Bea's face. She couldn't have been more than 14. Maybe 15? Zane's face scrunched up. This was the summer before he moved to Daniel's neighborhood. New foster parents. New life. He tried to think and when he did he remembered distincty telling Daniel that he'd hit his head in a street fight and didn't remember much of his summer now he was staring at it. Staring at all that missing time. All of his missing time had been time with Bea... [c]
"What the fuck..." He said quietly, mostly to himself. The photo and the diary fell out of his hands. He looked up at Bea not sure what to make of all of it. It didn't make sense. How could he have spent so much time with her and never recognize her? He had memories of her as a child. Barely four. He clearly had known her as a teenager. They lived across the hall for who knows how long and he ever recognized her. "Did you know?" He asked, biting back on his teeth and making his jaw tick. His brain scrambled again. There were so many ways this could run. What could he believe? Was this all a trap? The neighbors? The outbreak? The boat? The baby? Kila said all their names were on a list all their names but hers. Her father worked for Umbrella. "Did you fucking know, Bea?"[c]
Meanwhile. On the other side of the island as sweeping light scanned the dark waves crashing along the jagged rocks against the island. A little canoe was floating toward the island. The men on duty were changing shifts between the scans of the of the light. There were a few tactical boats perched on a narrow shore between the jagged rocks. The closer you got the louder the chatter got. It was a little frantic and a lot of the men were arguing. Some of them wanted to leave, the others were making fun of those that wanted to cut and run and still others were just trying to make it through. [e]

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Bea watched him in silence as he picked up her diary, his eyes scanning for mere seconds before he would flip to the next page, then the next, knowing he wasn’t really reading her words but just skimming over them. Her chin sank back to her knees on hugging her legs a little tighter to herself as he then switched to looking at the polaroid, Bea looked practically the same, just younger and her hair was dark and sleek down her back, instead of the thick long dreads she had now. As he looked up to her the words got stuck in her throat, she was equally as confused as him on why she didn’t remember so clearly when he evidently was such a huge part of her life growing up, he had been her first kiss, her first crush, her first everything. Her eyes began to fill as he asked her if she knew, shaking her head a little, clearly unconvincingly to him as she flinched on his second time of asking her. “I-..I didn’t!..Not until lunch, with Alex..” She quickly went to wipe her eyes with her knuckles before exchanging it (c)
for the back of her wrists on remembering the damage to her joints. “I swear I didn’t know, Zane..I-..I had ideas..When Alex sent me to look through mums things, I saw more pictures of you as a kid but I couldn’t remember that it was you..My brain couldn’t put the pieces together..” She glanced up to him and whimpered on stifling her crying, reaching for the diary and opening one of the pages up, sniffling as she glanced to him then glancing down to it. “August 12th, 2009. Zane nearly kissed me today, he came so close to my face I felt like my heart might stop, how do I get him to like me? I twirl my hair all the time hoping he might notice me more, and it works for a little while but then prettier girls walk past and sometimes catch his attention if they talk to him. My jealousy eats me up inside, I feel like he looks at them differently than he does me. I hope we nearly kiss again soon.” Her voice read the pages shakily, practically pouring her heart teenage and current heart out to him. “September 5th, (c)
2009. Spin the bottle gets pretty awkward when there’s only three people; and one of them is your older brother. Tate worked it in my favour though, he dared Zane to kiss me before snatching the bottle of liquor and protesting how it’s a ‘stupid fucking game anyway’ and taking his leave, but my god..Zane is such a good kisser, I can’t believe I had to wait as long as I have for it but it was everything I saw and felt in my dreams.” She halted for a moment, her hand bringing its self to her hot, embarrassed blushing cheek. “I-..” She tilted her head back on a whisper “Fuck sake-..” Bringing her eyes back to the pages, she didn’t leave out the mortifying details. “I swear-..I felt-..I felt a heart beat in my pants. He makes me feel so much that sometimes I swear I will explode. I’ve asked mum how to approach a guy I like, and I think she knows it’s Zane since she asked me, I denied it though. She told me to be myself and if he’s the right one, he will like me for who I am, despite my flaws.” Her hand came (c)
to her chest, rubbing over her skin to self soothe as she flicked through more pages with her other hand. “There’s-..Theres so much..And it’s all you. Every page. It’s about you.” She said on finally pulling her big green doe eyes from the pages and looking to him, blinking away more tears as she spoke. “It has always, always been you. Zane.”

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Anne would meticulously make her way through the dark water, making sure to slow any time the island's spotlights floated in front or dangerously close to her. Soon and unbelievably enough she makes it to the island, the sound of men chattering could be heard. Their idle chatter already filled her hate filled mind as she dragged her canoe behind some bushes. She didn’t want to be caught so early on, especially not with her intentions of getting back off this island with her sister. Once she’s thoroughly hidden it, she double checks everything she had. She’d managed to nap a few liquor bottles from the convenience store, already pre-made in molotov cocktails as they were stuffed with bits of fabric she had also discovered. She had more knives then she cared to count, just plainly making sure each one was securely tucked away into the places they were supposed to be. Her gun had about 8 bullets left in the clip, not a lot but enough to possibly get herself out of a sticky situation (C)
if need be. Her aim was rather something to brag about if the world were still as it was. Now it was just simply a lucky skill she had that had kept her and her sister alive… She pauses mid check through, of her bag as her mind flashed back to the moment she’d held the gun up to shoot the men earlier. Why didn’t she take the shot? No. She couldn’t start doing that now, she couldn’t start doubting herself especially not at a time like this. She didn’t take the shot out of fear of hitting her sister, just because her aim could be highly praised by anyone who clearly saw it. Didn’t mean she trusted herself that way, especially from so far away with that type of gun. It was a 50/50 chance of her unintentionally hurting her sister, and she’d rather aim the gun at herself before letting that happen. She firmly tightens the straps on her backpack, starting to slowly but surely make her way across the island. Avoiding any of the goons of the island as much as she possibly can, which she (C)
manages to do, that is until she stumbles across a watch group. Accidentally stepping on a thick branch and snapping it, more than obviously drawing their attention as she quickly ducked into a nearby tree and out of sight. Her breathing picked up as she heard them all become suspicious of the noise, hearing as they grabbed their guns and began making their way towards her…. Meanwhile on the other side of the island, there would be commotion outside of the room that Bea and Zane resided in, interrupting their very intense moment as the door was shoved open by some of the goons of the island. They have a young girl in their hold, she’s screaming and calling out for an Anne as she's thrown into the room with the other two. Shutting her inside with the other two without another word, the young girl, who didn’t look like she could be older than 14, immediately cowered into a corner. Shrieking no at the couple in terror, obviously shell shocked. Although it’s not said out loud, she was (C)
put into another room at first, only moved because they didn’t want their newest project “damaged or used” which was nearly an event in the previous room she was thrown into.
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Zane's eyes zero'd in on her knuckles. They were swelling. Even while his mind was spinning in thousands of directions as once, he got up, went into the bathroom and soaked a hand towel in ice cold water. Smacking his cold hand to his face, he dropped back in front of Bea as she started to read to him. He took her hand gently in his and laid the towel over her knuckles as she read. Almost immediatley he remembered the night he almost kissed her. Their life had been basically the freaking Swan Princess. As kids they just dicked around and while he didn't realize he had feelings for her, he was insanely protective of her. Then nothing for a long time. The car trunk, nothingness, fosters homes. Then nothing again and beach trips and bougie parties and Bea. Beautiful Bea. Bea who he hadn't seen in a really long time, who now had tits and full lips and supple legs. Bea who he'd kinda thought of as a sister when he little. It was a weird place to be in. [c]
What had stopped him from kissing her? Creepy step family porn. But then there was a talk with Tate, who made it very clear that Zane was not family. His snobby, snarky attitude had only made his life easier. And then whole spin the bottle set up. He'd never kissed anyone for so long. Zane frowned, watching her face as she flushed and got embarassed all over again. Even though it was a so clear now it was a hard pill to swallow that Umbrella could just take and put memories on a whim. Every time he left this island his memories were taken from him. So when they did take Bea's memories from her? From Tate? He'd freaking talked to that guy a few times in the common room at the apartment and he never once even hinted at knowing Zane. Her voice pulled him out of his thoughts and his face softened. [c]
It had been her since thier first joke in the midst of absolute chaos and people turning into zombies. Since the first time she yelp at thunder and nearly jumped into his arms. Since the first time they had breakfast in bed. It had always been her. He shook his head but he couldn't help the smile that was curlign his mouth. His nose rings were getting stuck with all the blood he'd spewed today. He reached up and wiggled them then shook his head again. This was fucking bonkers. A laugh started soft at first and got loudly and even a litle hysterical as Zane gathered Bea into his arms and his lap and covered over her tiny body with his large frame. Still laughing, he started to assault the not bruised part of her face with kisses, kissing her furiously until he tilted her back and pressed her into the floor crawling over, still kissing her. "You." Kiss. "Will." Kiss. "Be." Kiss. "The." Kiss. "Death." Kiss. "Of." Kiss. "Me." Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss. [c]
His slip into madness was cut off, by the door being unlocked and some screaming little girl being tossed into the room with them. "Oh what fresh hell is this?!" Zane growled, hovering over Bea and looking back over his shoulder as some little figure scrambled into the corner. He pushed off of the floor and stood up, holding his hand out for Bea to help her up. They'd been in the room for a minute and the sun had gone completely down in the middle of all the chaos, he hadn't noticed until then. There wasn't a light on in the room. [e]

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Bea would glance to him from the pages as he soothed her hand with the cold wet towel, aiding her with the swelling at least on her one hand as she continued on reading to him. She caught him shaking his head, the smile on his lips distracting her momentarily before she would continue. Once she’d finished speaking he began to laugh and pull her into him, Bea would pout on a shaky voice, her emotions still clearly running high whilst Zanes seemed to be everywhere. “Don’t laugh at me! I was a fragile teenager okay!” She said as her tears continued to pour despite a smile making its way to her lips, she was being as earnest and as sincere as she had ever been with him, it didn’t get more real than sharing her mortifying diary confessions with him, a thing she knew he would playfully hold over her head for the foreseeable future. She would let a chuckle slip as he began to kiss over her face, tilting her back against the floor as her legs kicked out a little. “That tickles! Pack it in!” She yelped out (c)
playfully as his littered kisses continued. The door swinging open caught her attention, making her glance in the direction as the screaming girl was thrown into the room with them, the squeal making her wince. Bea looked up as Zane found his feet before holding his hand out to her, she took it and stood beside him, cuddling herself into his side for a moment. Her hand reached out to swat at the light, turning it on as her eyes squinted from the sudden brightness. She glanced at the small girl hiding in the corner, inhaling deeply. “I mustn’t have hit him hard enough.” Bea left his side and shot him a knowing look to stay here, darting her eyes to the kid then back to him before she left Tates room. She walked with purpose down the hallway, she looked worse for wear and quite frankly, felt it too, but it didn’t deter her from wanting to confront Alexander again. She would glance over her shoulder as guards were already watching and following her, but not stopping her. She opened the door to his office and (c)

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let herself in, interrupting a meeting between scientists, surgeons, nurses, guards and, naturally head of the table, Alexander. She raised her brows, Alexander placing his pen down at his desk, as if it were a silent dismissal, Bea bided her time as they all left aside from Alexander. She walked to his desk and pressed her palms to it, unable to stop herself examining the fresh dark bruises all over his face, inhaling in sharply on her lips puckering, as if to rub salt in the wound. “..But I should see the other guy, right?” Her sarcasm making his jaw clench before he spoke. “What am I supposed to have done now? Your little friends need fluffier pillows?” He would retort, Bea letting a soft, unamused “Ha, no.” Escape her. “I am curious as to why there is now a child, in the building?” Her head tilted, wanting direct answers from him. “In a good few months time there is to be a baby if I saw what I saw correctly.” His response made her instinctively brush her hand over her stomach, her boldness vanishing (c)
on the thought. She needed to rein her neck in as he spoke once more, keeping his eyes on his paperwork instead of her, picking up his pen and writing things down on his words. “If you enjoy spending time with Zane, I recommend you keep your adorable little nose out of my affairs, Trix.” His eyes pulling from the paperwork to stare her down. “I didn’t appreciate that assault this evening.” His eyes once again falling to the paperwork under him on speaking coldly. “Make the most of the time you have with your friends. You’re going away for a little while soon.”

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Anne was so way in over her head, in more ways than she knew. So painfully unaware of the horrors that go down on this island. Unaware of the horrors that would eventually happen to her sister and her if she were to get caught right now. Even without knowing much about the island, she knows letting herself be taken willingly wouldn’t exactly help her or her sister. As the sound of the group of people with their guns approached she would begin sneaking around. Attempting to avoid them until she’s finally forced to confront one. Having been slowly backing up in the moment when she would have suddenly back into them. They seem just as startled as her though, who the fuc& was this chick and why was she loose on their island? Like specifically their island?? It was enough to make the goon falter, giving her the moment to tackle them to the ground. Causing their gun to be knocked out of their hand, though the struggle is far from over as it’s clear how much bigger the man was compared to (C)
her. Oh fuck m- She’d think before getting elbowed in the face. Immediately knocking her off his much larger frame as he began making an attempted crawl for the gun. But there’s more to her then seen as well as she despite the aching pain in her mouth, desperately grabs his leg, sinking her nails into his pants as she violently yanks his larger frame back and away from the gun. Climbing on top of the man once again as she grabbed the back of his head by a fistfull of his hair. Grabbing another handful with her other hand as she begins to violently slam his face into the ground repeatedly. Though it doesn’t knock the man out completely, it is enough to daze him, giving her time to climb off and make her own desperate crawl for the nearby gun. The dazed yet still conscious man seems to get another spurt of energy as he pushes himself up and lunges forward. Tackling Anne just as she's managed to grab the gun. Causing them to fall down a nearby hill, sending them both tumbling and (C)
rolling down it. Anne unfortunately hits her head on a rock on the way down, her vision blurred as she lay almost motionless. Urging herself to get up, that is until she felt the man back on top of herself, his large rough hands tightening around her throat as he began to choke her out. Leaving her gasping and struggling underneath his hold, struggling and kicking as she began to see stars. Thanks to nothing but pure luck, she was sent tumbling down with the gun, but through her struggling she manages to feel through the loose leaves and find it. Wrapping her hand around the cold metal before bringing it up and pressing the barrel up against the guy's chin before pulling the trigger. The gun going off and of course leaving the mans head a sight to be horrified at. She’s gasping and panting heavily as she splatters the guy all over herself, feeling as his grip around her neck immediately loosened as he slumped down on top of her. She grunts heavily as she rushed to push his now dead (C)
body off herself. Getting up and grabbing her bag before she takes off into the woods again, running as fast as she can despite her lungs already burning and still just barely getting her breath back. Pushing through the pain knowing full well the gunshot was gonna be heard by the rest of the nearby group. This said gunshot was even heard across the island, putting most of the facility into a frenzy as they all began trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Radioing each other to try and sort out where the hell the gunshot came from. The gunshot only sets the young girl off further, especially after being left alone with the man. She would crawl underneath whatever furniture was available and begin to sob, screaming bloody murder if Zane was to try and come any closer. As for why they brought her in to begin with, well maybe they were getting desperate and thought younger bodies would cause the experiments to go differently. Maybe they intended to use her as a test for (C)
something completely new, either way, they fucked up. Anne would be panting heavily as she stumbled along through the island, avoiding any possible search parties sent out to find her until she reaches the very lit up, what she is assuming, main building. She sneaks around, quietly taking out guards with seemingly a new no mercy type of attitude as she silenced and killed them immediately with kick suddenly jabs to their throats. Leaving their bodies as she made her way along the facility, eventually coming up behind another goon and pressing the knife into their neck as she grabs a fistfull of their hair. “Take me to whoever the fuck runs this place, and maybe I won’t gut you.” She’s panting heavily and covered in blood at this point, a desperate manic look in her eyes as it was obvious she would kill him and find another if he didn’t comply. (E)


Zane was basically unhinged. He'd toggled through more emotions today than he had in his whole life. On this island? It was all becoming a little too much. At least he and Bea could still laugh together but that was always short lived in the shit hole the world had become. When she flicked the light on, he winced as well. The sudden illumination made his head hurt a little. And what a sight for this poor terrified girl-- A walking wall of muscle, splattered in blood with no shirt on and tattoos covering his chest, back and arms, one ear pierced to hell, the other half to hell his nose glinting and smeared with blood and tiny woman in a tiny dress sporting a huge bruise on her face and bloody swollen knuckles. Said woman stormed out of the room and Zane's eyes went wide. "No, Bea-- Ah... fuck." He was stuck waffling in the doorway as she stormed down the hall. He didn't want to leave her alone but he also didn't want to leave the girl alone. [c]
What if she ran off? This place was a death trap. "FUCK." His fist went through the wall with an ease it shouldn't have. Wriggling his hand free, he watched as she scrambled under the nearest piece of furniture and then yelped again when a shot went off. Wonderful. This place was about to go into full lock down. So much for snooping. Running footsteps in the hall. He rubbed a hand down his face, letting out an exasperated sigh. Looking down at the door handle, Zane debated his next move. He could lock her in. Daniel would freak out when she woke up but they were harmless to each other. The kid could make a run for over the balcony though... Damnit. He needed to get to Bea. He debated snatching the kid by the ankles and wrapping her in the sheets with Daniel and dragging them along.[c]
In the office, Alexander was more than ready to go back and forth with Bea and batter down her newly found defenses. Baby comment, score one for Alexander. But then the shot went off and he shot to his feet, snatching her by the arm and pushing her out of the room. He'd gotten his crack about her friends being in a vague shadow of danger and that was all it needed to be. His twisted love/hate for his daughter had kicked fully into gear as she dragged her back down the hall and threw her back into the room with Zane, pinning him with a hard glare. "You were made for one thing. Fucking do it. If anything happens to her, you're dead." [c]
Zane raised a brow as he took Bea into his arms. Made for one thing? That was weird phrasing. After everything between him and Bea that stuck in his head. Alexander took another second to glare at him before slamming the door shut and locking them in. Zane looked down at Bea and kissed over grown bangs. "Please stop doing that."[c]
Meanwhile! Men were dropping like fucking flies and Mr. Fancy Suit, also known as Alexander, was shitting bricks. His top officers were in his office as he paced and raged. "What the fuck did you? Who the fuck did you pick up? How the FUCK DID THEY GET ON THE ISLAND?!" No one had any answers other than showing a profile on a tablet of their last pick up-- the little girl. "She was on the list boss." Alexander flipped the tablet out of the guy's hand in a rage. "No, you fucking moron! Her sister was! You grabbed the wrong girl!" He grabbed the guy by the scruff and shook him. "Get out there and bring that bitch in alive! If anything gets in this mansion, I won't just kill you, I'll cut you to bits and put you back together like bleeding Picasso!"[e]

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Bea winced as Alexander snatched her by her arm and guided her back to the room, faster than her feet could even keep up with, tripping up over herself multiple times but it didn’t stop his relentless dragging of her, her knees reddened and burnt from the friction before he shoved her back into the room. She rubbed over her upper arm as Zane took her in his, the lock of the door clicking sending her feral in her mind, whilst outside she seemed..Silent. She didn’t want to be trapped in Tates room, let alone with an uncontrollably inconsolable child, a sleeping Daniel, and a Zane who’d evidently punched a hole in the wall. His kiss to her overgrown bangs made her look to him, his words practically falling on deaf ears. She slipped away from him and made her way to the balcony, picking up Tates carton of cigs and lighter on her way. She shut the doors behind herself, listening in to the chaos unfolding as she couldn’t see anything, just the twinkling of the lights in the garden as she took the carton of (c)
cigs to her lips, her mouth pinching one free before taking the lighter to it. She seemed uncaring about everything at this point, the gunshots didn’t even make her flinch anymore, her deep inhale of the nicotine bringing more ash and embers to the end of the cigarette, her index finger tapping it away over the balcony before she rested her forearms on the railing, bending over a little to rest her cheek against her cold arms and closing her eyes, taking in the night air of the summer. Everything was too much, so she did as she always does, she began shutting down.

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Anne is thoroughly tired, but she can’t stop just yet. She has the guy she has a knife point lead her into the building, forcing him to use his keycard to gain access into the actual building. She follows him around cautiously, letting herself be led into another card access room only. Yet when it opens there would be two other guys, she curses as they both pull out guns, she immediately grabs the guy in front of herself and uses him as a shield. His body taking a few of the first panicked shots before they realized they were shooting at their own friend. She grabs his ID, cutting it off before she tosses him towards the two men and backs out of the room. Letting the door close before she violently jams her knife into the control panel that gave access to the room. Causing the doors to malfunction, and earning a bit of an electric shock herself as it momentarily coursed through her body. She shakes it off and stumbles off down the hallway, keeping a hand close to her holstered gun (C)
at this point. She would stick to her stealthy traveling, hiding when groups of men came jogging by. Only taking off down the halls once it was clear, soon enough she uses the previously stolen ID to get into a random closed off room. It’s soon clear that it’s a laboratory of some sorts, it’s quiet but she still moves around cautiously. Ready for anything… then again maybe she wasn't ready for anything. As she moved through out the room full of scientific equipment and sheet covered items she would suddenly freeze at the sound of soft crying. She quickly glanced around until she located the sound, which seemed to be coming from underneath one of the sheet covered equipment. She slowly approached it, the closer she got the more sure she was sure it was somebody crying… but the object being covered by the blanket didn’t look any bigger than a tennis racket. She cautiously reaches out and pulls the blanket off, her eyes widening above her black mask in horror. What she was seeing was (C)
pure nightmare fuel, she wasn’t sure it would be any better if it were a zombie. But horrifyingly enough sitting and connected to wires and tubes would be a womans head with her spine still intact. She would only begin to cry more as she's uncovered, Anne has to compose herself from throwing up. How the fuc& was this women even alive, what the fuck was going on in this place. She can barely bring herself to look back at the suffering women as she heard her sobs turn into begging, begging Anne to help her. She would frown, forcing herself to look at the women as she approached. Tenderly placing a hand over her eyes as if closing them, without another word she roughly jabs the night into the side of the woman's head. She felt so torn up inside, she and her sister had seen some rough shit since everything started but this… this was different. This was done by living people. She recovers the previously suffering women once again before she continues through the lab, only to her dismay (C)
discovering mostly corpses from other horrifying experiments. This only drives her already chaotic and desperate feelings further. Were they going to do something of the same nature to Claire? Soon enough she comes across a scientist, who seemed to be carelessly continuing his experiment on somebody despite the clear warnings that went out over their walkie talkies. She unholsters her gun and holds it up to his head. “Take me to the person who runs this place, or I’m going to strap you down and inject the first thing I fuc&ing find into you.” Shes seemed to be in luck this time as the scientist shook with fear, never having actually been faced with death, he tearfully begins leading her to the man she was going to learn to be named Alexander. (E)

Bea pulled out of his arms with that glassy look in her eyes and Zane started to panic inwardly. His brain just kept screaming no over and over again. He knew that look. He knew when she was shutting down and she was a pain in the ass and completely non-compliant when she shut down. Exhibit A: Her going for a smoke in the midst of a level 5 lock down. He scrubbed a hand down his face, took a deep breath, let it out slowly and then went to the door after giving the girl under the couch a sidelong glance. Shutting the doors behind him, he didn't touch her. He stayed with his hands on the door and leaned back. "I need you to come inside." And not because he gave a fuck about her father or his threats but for his own peace of mind. He knew he couldn't protect everyone. He couldn't save anyone, but none of that mattered. Bea mattered. "And stop smoking. You're probably fucking pregnant, remember?" That came out a little harsher than he meant it. [c]
Back in his office, Alexander was sitting in his chair watching his intruder on the multiple monitors with a drink in his hand. He was seething. His thin fingers were tapping on the glass frantically. The intruder had come in a side entrance and ended up on level three. He watched as she moved down the halls, just narrowly missing guards as the trotted two by two like useless show ponies. What the hell was this chick? A fucking Hobbit? At least she was going further down rather than coming up. The Hive was a maze. When she went into the a room with one of the experiments and killed it, Alexander shattered his glass against the wall, screaming like a toddler who had their toys taken.[c]
In the midst of his tandrum, he watched as she took a hostage and hit a button on the keyboard so the sound filtered through the speakers. 'Take me to the person who runs this place.' Alexander growled and hit another key. The doors to the lab bolted and locked behind Anne and her captive. The doctor rose a shakey hand to the camera in the corner of the room, but couldn't manage to actually say anything. "Is there something I can help you with, little rat?" Alexander's voice came through the speakers. In the same motion he took his phone from his pocket and began texting. Footsteps started to rush down the hall.[e]

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Bea had her back to Zane as his words had hit her ears, coaxing her brows to furrow a little as she raised her head, the cigarette sitting limply between her lips as her words mumbled through. “I am not going to do that, respectfully.” She said before taking another long handsfree inhale on the cigarette, finally turning herself around as she withdrew the cigarette from her lips, looking at him as he stood in the doorway of the balcony. His sharp tongued words hit her ears, making her brows raise as she exhaled a plume of smoke. “Oh so now you believe me?” She said on giving him a slow nod, diverting her gaze on biting her lip, his doubt of her clearly having hurt her emotionally but again, she had kept that bottled up inside herself up until now. She looked to him once again, folding her lips to stop them from quivering on her fathers words. She had half a mind to tell him, but she didn’t. Instead she flicked the half smoked cigarette over the balcony with her index finger and thumb, heading back into (c)
the room at her behest. She did not enjoy this one bit. She craved some peace, some quiet, not even that the room was particularly loud anymore aside from the occasional crying of the mystery child’s hiding around the room, but the noises in her head were becoming unbearable, her mind in overdrive as her father had sent her into a whole mental spiral. What would she do without Zane? She’d been with him for pretty much her whole life aside from a gap for a few years but she had Tate to prop her up, if her father took her away, she would have only herself. The bathroom door slammed behind her before the lock clicked on her turning it.

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Anne would have begun leading the scientist out when suddenly the doors slam and bolt shut, she curses under her breath. Her dark almost pitch black eyes follow the scientists hand, finding herself staring at a camera that was staring back at her. She scoffs and ignores the question the man speaking through the speakers asks. Instead she kicks the scientist down onto his knees, keeping the gun pointed at him. Making no point of hiding what she as asking as she questioned him, pressing the barrel of the gun into the back of his head. “Where is he.” She asks the scientist shakes in fear, shaking his head no. Knowing what the psycho known as Alexander would do to him, would be just as bad. She frowns at this response, she was fuc&ing tired, tired of this weird asshole. All he had to do was leave her and her sister the fuc& alone. She raises the hilt of her gun up and slams it into the side of his head, drawing a cry of pain from him as he felt to the ground holding the side of his (C)
head. Alexander was seething as she merely ignored him and began battering his lead scientist around, did she know that? No, it still pissed him off of course. Anne walks over, also ignoring the sound of the approaching footsteps of the groups of men, instead she walked over to a nearby sanitation cooler where they obviously stored all their on site diseases and plagues that they infected victims with in the name of “science” After reading over the vials and grabbing a specific one, she walks over and shoots the control panel to the room. Essentially locking herself inside but also locking the men out, at least for now as Alexander angrily barked orders for his men to pry open the doors and get her already. Seeing as she now bought herself some more time, she walks back over to the scientist, injecting a needle into the vial and sucking up most if not all the content within it. The scientist would take a fearful glance back at her, his eyes going wide as he saw the bottle. (C)
“Wait no, please. Ill tell you! Anything but that please!” In truth Anne had no idea what was inside the bottle, she had no knowledge in this stuff, she just picked the one she had the most gut feeling about. She holds the needle up, gazing down at him with a rather empty look in her eyes. “Where are they?” She says simply, causing the man in front of her only to begin crying more, begging for her to show mercy and that he couldn’t because he’d just kill him too. She wasn’t having any of it, stepping closer to him as still held the gun aimed at him, to Alexander's displeasure he finally cracked. Spouting out exactly where the boss of this manor was located. She sighs, letting her head hang back softly. God dammit, she’d think, she definitely had a few floors to climb up just to reach his floor. And with his own little private arm trying to currently break in she was put into a tough spot. A difficult decision? Not really, especially because her sister is on the line. She sighs, (C)
glancing up at the camera and then suddenly injecting the scientist out of nowhere. Shooting up the entire dosage of whatever was in the bottle into the scientist. She would then aim her gun up at the camera, her hateful blood thirsty glare evident as she spoke. “This fuc&ing rat wants her sister” She would then sacrifice one of bullets, shooting the camera and cutting off his view inside the laboratory. At that moment the scientist would begin writhing around in pain, jerking about as he began to change. It would seem she injected him with the straight up virus that caused the entire world to go to shit. God dammit, she’d think, then again the sound of the group of men breaking through is sort of a good luck sign. Possibly, she runs away from the scientist as he thrashes about and begins growling and snarling. She hides behind a nearby desk, watching silently as the now more then dead scientist stood up. His bones cracking as he did so, her blood going cold as it slowly turned to (C)
look in her direction. The worst thing about the virus was the intelligence some zombies still seemed to have even after death. Its right at that moment though that the group of men after her break in, jogging in only to be met with now zombie shrieking at them as it pounces. Immediately beginning to tear into one of the mens faces as it clawed away. The other men begin trying to tear it off, eventually giving up as they began shooting. Meanwhile Alexander would most likely be on edge, his feed was cut off and all he could hear was his men screaming and sending shots at something that sounded exactly like what he desperately hoped it wasn't. With this distraction Anne makes her get away, sneaking out the recently busted open doors and making her way towards her destination now. She even picked up one of the mens guns on the way out, shooting each and every camera she saw as she made her way towards the voice on the speakerphone. Meanwhile Alexander would be plotting, scheming and (C)
planning on just exactly how he was going to get out of this. Alexander was a cockroach, and the terrible thing about cockroaches is that they’re hard to hill. For as sick as he was, he was just as smart and conniving. (E)

Bea's words lanced through him. He opened his mouth to defend his line of reasoning but didn't. It didn't really matter did it? What he'd said out of pure instinct and mistrust of her father had made her feel as if he didn't trust her. It didn't help his track record that he'd mistrusted her when she showed him the diary either. Zane stepped aside when came for the door and let her go inside. He watched as she went into the bathroom. At least she was inside right? No, not really, the bathroom had a garden facing wall with windows. If she wanted to run away from him, she probably could. His blood ran cold and knot formed in his stomach at the idea. Then the door locked. He started to walk toward the bathroom and then stopped. Pushing a hand through his hair, Zane crossed the room and picked up the diary and the polaroid. [c]
He stared at the polariod for a while before tucking it in the back of the diary and going over to the couch, dropping his ass down on the couch and starting to read out of some sort of sick emotional deprication. Every word in that diary was loving and doting. The wild love filled rambling of a teenage girl and her love for Victorian rebellion spilling over into it all. Sighing, Zane shut the book and looked up at Daniel. The sniveling little girl in the room with him had been drowned out by his own racing thoughts and the chaos outside. His best friend who was now in the body of a buxom blonde woman passed out in bed, was a result of this place. The girl he loved was, and apparently he was too. And he was trapped in a room with the world spinning around him. [c]
In his office, Alexander watched as the girl tear around the lab. He watched as his lead scientist crumbled under the pressure of threats and was turned. He met the burning glare of the young woman with a curious arch of his brown and only one question swirled in his brain: Did he really want to have to deal with two wild animals that could apparently only be controlled with one playing card? Maybe. He sat down at his desk, unbuttoning his jacket and began to type with all the leisure of sending an email.[c]
Down in The Hive, the alarmed changed from yellow to red and the automated voice began to repeat: 'This is a lock down. Please remain calm. This is a lock down.' Two inch thick steel doors were churning and closing left and right. An though the voice had told people to be calm, they were freaking the fuck out. Screaming and crashing ensued and the entirety of The Hive shifted, everything jolting to the left. Even the mansion above shuddered while Alexander calmly typed in lock down codes that would close off the second level from the first and the third from the second. Now it wasn't just a matter of keeping her out but keeping out the mess she'd just made. [c]
He hit the last button, one that would make the The Hive disconnect from the main island and drill down into the ocean in five minutes if it wasn't turned off, then got up from his desk and marched down the hall to Tate's room, six men in tow. Unlocking and throwing open the door, Alexander's sharp green eyes darted around the room. No Bea. He marched for the bathroom but Zane was in front of the door before he got there. "Get out of my way, I'm taking my daughter off this island." Zane didn't move. Alexander buttoned his jacket slowly and shifted his weight. "We have an intruder one that got into the lab and released an infection. If you care about her and the baby she's carrying you will let me take her off this island." Zane's jaw ticked. [e]

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Bea kicked the toilet lid down and sat upon it, her head in her hand as she rocked back and forth for a moment, wincing on trying her best not to cry. She sat for a few minutes in the same state before she stood up, wiping her tears with the backs of her wrists as her knuckles had just started to scab over slightly. She opened the mirrored door to the cabinet above the sink, rummaging through it for pills, anything she could find. Her hands shaking as she picked up various pill bottles and pulled them from the cabinet, setting them down on the big marbled sink ledge. She shut the mirrored doors and glanced down, popping the lids to the various bottles of god knows what, antipsychotics, antidepressants, intense pain relief meds, she glanced back up into the mirror, focusing for a moment on her tear stained faced before she noticed Tate. Her mind well and truly gone as she’d began to hallucinate Tate, it wasn’t the first time and it likely wouldn’t be the last, but for now, it stopped her doing anything (c)
drastic, keeping her still for a moment as she spoke calmly and quietly, if anyone cared enough to eavesdrop at the door, they’d have heard her talking to herself, Tates responses being only heard by her. “What-..What do I do Tate?” She asked on turning around, seeing him as clear as day, like he really was right there, perched on the edge of the tub. “You keep your shit together and carry on.” He spoke, his voice bringing her to her knees as she sniffled, holding in her sobs as she rested her head on the edge of the tub. “I can’t, I’m not strong enough for that shit. You should’ve made it, why the fuck aren’t you here, why didn’t you make it, Tate?” Her voice heartbreakingly shaky and unstable, closing her eyes as the tears streamed no matter how hard she tried holding them in. “Well that’s the point isn’t it, you are strong enough because you’ve got this far Bea, even if it is with that tool.” Tate spoke playfully but keeping his tone cynical. She pulled her cheek from the edge of the tub and rubbed (c)
over her eyes once again, glancing up to him afterward as he would shrug, his own dark hair slicked back, he was her male double. “I’m sorry, he is growing on me.” Tate apologised then smiled to her. He lacked words of comfort, he never was one for emotions, more like her father than she was in that respect. “At least I can rub it in that you got pregnant before I knocked anyone up.” Tates words coaxed a saddened laugh from her, all the things she’d miss out on with him making her heart sting. He would look to the door just before she heard the commotion outside, leaning in to her as he spoke quietly. “I am rooting for you and action man, and the little jelly bean.” Her eyes moving to the door on hearing Alexander’s voice made her scurry to her feet, Tates frame absent from the bathroom as she wiped her eyes, clearing her head a little. She glanced over her shoulder to the window, deeply debating it, granted the fall would likely break her legs, then she would be no use to anyone.

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Anne would make her way through the place, glancing back in the direction just came from in a worried way. Crap, she really didn’t think that through, she needed to find her sister now. Speaking of said sister, she would be listening intently to the conversation between Zane and Alexander. Unaware it was her older sister somehow causing such havoc. Anne would feel the entire building begin to shake and shudder, hearing as doors began slamming shut with two inches of steel. She goes wide eyed and makes a run for it, desperately making her way up the stairs, arriving at the floor containing Alexander. Not a moment too soon either as she dives through the thick slamming doors as they shut themselves off from the other floors that were most likely getting infected. God dammit, she just wanted her fuc&ing sister, what was it in this guy's head that was so hard to understand about that. She gets up off the floor and stands, scoffing in annoyance, she’d about had it. He wanted her to burn (C)
this place to the ground, fine, she would. She couldn’t give less of a shit about saving anyone other than her sister, but since he couldn’t find it within himself to know when to quit. She’d burn everything he’d seemingly built down, reaching into her bag as the building shook while it disconnected from the island. “We’re not going anywhere you bastard, you’re my god damn rat now” She says, only causing further chaos to ensue as she lit the cloth to one of the pre-made molotov cocktails she’d brought. Tossing it by a nearby window and running and ducking into a further room for cover. Hearing as the bottle exploded into a loud explosion of fire, starting just that in the hallway of the building. Causing whatever the speakercom guy had planned to begin to fail. The system blaring loudly in order to alert its owner of the fire that suddenly started on his level and how take off wouldn’t be possible unless it was put out. Alexander would scoff in frustration at the scene of his (C)
daughter seemingly losing her mind from within the bathroom. He thought the spirited little bitch would be able to keep it together a little longer. Hearing his own watch light up, he looks down at it, his eye twitching at the sudden alert. He snaps his fingers, signaling one of his men to come forward, taking the gun from him and shoving it into Zanes hands. “Find and kill that bitch. Do what you were made for.” Yet once again that strange vague statement is repeated to the other man. Alexander would then signal for the men to break down the bathroom door and they do just that. Grabbing her and dragging her over to face her father. “You’re little toy is gonna deal with out recent nuisance. You’re staying with me until its finished.” He would then walk back over to his office where he could oversee everything and have more layers of steel. Zane is now left his given task, whether or not he does it would be up to him. Its only a couple seconds after Alexander leaves that he speaks (C)
through to Zane through the speakers. “Oh and get rid of the little pest they brought in too. No loose ends and all that” Meanwhile Anne would be stood back up after ducking and covering, making her way around the fire and further into the floor level. “I’m comin Claire…” She whispers under her breath, coughing softly from the smoke that was starting to accumulate. (E)

pixiemilk: Bea would flinch on the wood of the door splitting and cracking loudly on the guards breaking it in to get to her, her breathing picking up, almost hyperventilating as she was grabbed and pulled from the bathroom, bringing her face to face with her silver haired, bruised faced father. His words sending a shiver down her spine as she would glance to Zane, her heels digging in as the guards began to pull her from the room, following closely behind Alexander, her screams crying out for him were loud, piercing even. “Zane! Don’t let them take me! Zane!” The tears that had only just stopped had began once more, her heart shattering on her arm stretching out to reach him, her fingers digging hard into his bicep to cling onto him until the guards yanked her digits away from him, even resulting to them kicking the back of her legs with their steel toe capped boots to get her to move on ushering her down the hall, marking her pale flesh red from the repeated kicks. (c)
pixiemilk: Meanwhile, Penelope’s brown eyes gazed up, she was so many floors down that the chaos upstairs was entirely silent to her, until the building began to rattle, her cell doors opening on some sort of electrical malfunction. Her eyes peered over her mask as she assessed the situation with caution, taking a moment to check her surroundings before stepping out. She rummaged through the office space outside of her cell, her belongings were held for safe keeping in one of the drawers, slipping her bladed glove onto her hand, holstering her knife to her leg and tucking her butterfly knife into her boot, her breasts nearly spilling out of her tight corset on the action. One of the guards was late on the memo of there being a malfunction, his steps quickly approaching before the office door opened on the beep of his keycard. Penny’s smirk concealed under her mask as she wasted no time, her knee bending to meet the handle of her blade to her palm, as soon as the (c)
pixiemilk: brain had clicked that she was out he went to flee, but her throw was too fast, nailing the knife into the back of his neck, severing his spinal cord and at the very least paralysing him. She took her time to look around as the man would twitch and groan on the floor, wether it was his body reacting post mortem or if he was still alive and suffering, she wasn’t sure, but she didn’t care enough to be bothered by it. Her ponytail and loose tendrils around her face moving with her as she approached the man on the floor, picking up the walkie talkie from his vest as she could hear that familiar voice, her head tilting as he sounded jarred. She pressed the button on holding it close to her mask, her words intentionally sultry and inviting as she spoke. “I’m on my way..Zander.” The nickname she gave him would undoubtably catch his interest, but have him on the edge of his seat at her threat, if he wasn’t antsy enough before, he certainly was now. (c)
pixiemilk: she was a secret to the building but not to him, she knew him and he knew her, sexually, but not romantically. She tucked the talkie into her waist band and made her way up the levels, but it would take her some time in between killing the infected scientists that now loomed the lower grounds. Bea would smell the smoke, instantly panicked on resisting the guards down the hallway. “I need my things! I have to have my things!” She protested loudly, the diaries of her mother she hadn’t yet read into, the memories, the photos, mainly the evidence she needed and wanted for Zane. Ice cold water began to sprinkle from the ceiling, whatever fires had been started would soon be put out, Alexander wasn’t dumb enough to not foresee most things, the sprinklers even having a backup system incase they should fail to work. He sat at his desk and his leg bounced as Bea was tossed into his office by the guards, they stood behind her for a moment as Alexander ordered them. “You wait outside my door, you don’t move, (c)
pixiemilk: anyone that comes near it, you kill them fucking dead, do you understand?” The volume of his voice rattled the room, forcing Bea to wince and cover her ears. The threat of his secret having been let loose driving him into a mental spiral, so much so he hardly even interacted with Bea, for a while, not to scold or punish her or blame her for the events.

AshDunn  Daniel stirred awake, fashionably asleep as always. After having hit her head while falling off of the chair, she wasn't too aware of her surroundings, her blurry visions clearly slowly. Even the alarms and the explosion floors below didn't rattle her, coming in somewhat muffled to her before she could work her way off the bed, practically peeling herself off it. Her balance was unsteady, looking around to see Zane on the bathroom floor, seeming defeated. "Dude, what the fuck happened..." She asked, wobbling her way over to the door frame as she gathered her bearings, leaning on it and looking down at him. She still wore the dress she was put in, her new complexion seemingly fading to the last of her worries. "Where's Bea and her asshole dad?" Daniel continued, though as she kept her eyes fixed on Zane, she wasn't sure she had seen him this distraught before. "Are you okay, man?" Daniel reached for her right calf, rubbing it a little in discomfort as she started to realize that her foot that was still on the ground was pointed. She had tiptoed to the bathroom and couldn't seem to flatten her foot. She'd slowly sink to the floor herself, bending her knees so her feet could rest against the ground though she wrapped her hands over her heels, examining them.  

OddThomas: Zane was sitting in a circle of bodies, pressing the heels of his hands to his eyebrows as his mind raced. Watching them drag Bea away from him had sent him into a rage. His vision was starting to fade from red to normal again. Bea was in the office. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, blood running down his bare skin. He and Daniel were locked in. He was aware of Daniel finally waking up and that sort of unhinged laughter left him again. "Welcome to the shit show, Sleeping Beauty." He said, still looking at the floor. After a long pause he looked up at Daniel and frowned. His hazel eyes fixed on the woman that was now his best friend. Not only did he have to remember Daniel was in there, but now they had altered her even more. He watched as Daniel struggled to put his heels on the floor and scoffed before standing up. He'd basically ignored all of her questions then all of a sudden started to answer them in a rush, while patting down the bodies of the guards for keys and key cards, stuffing them into his pockets. "Someone broke and the place went into high alert. They took some little girl and now he's in here somewhere. Alexander took Bea. I think I'm a fucking experiment. Bea's pregnant and we're locked in here. And no, I am pretty fucking far from okay." Zane stood straddling the body of a dead guard, looking down at all the weapons strapped to his body, debating his next move.

pixiemilk: Penny sauntered casually around the hallways, her wrist coming to her face to swipe away at the slick crimson liquid coating the exposed area of her flesh. She halted and took herself into one of the offices, taking full advantage of the tannoy system. She retrieved her phone from her back pocket, scrolling through it on a smirk before she flicked the tannoy on, putting on her best posh radio voice as opposed to her genuine Brooklyn accent. “And here’s one from the vaults, I hope you’re all having a swell evening.” She set her phone down, blasting ‘Sunshine of your Love’ by Cream. She made a quick exit from the office as the song would reverb through the hall, the two guards outside of Alexander’s door noticing her. She would feel her heart hammer with excitement on them beginning to approach her. “Drop your guns big boys! Fight me fair.” She called out on her beginning to walk herself to them boldly. One of the guards ballsy enough to drop his gun soon regretted it, her hand swiped for her (c)

pixiemilk: butterfly knife, her hand moving too fast for him to keep vigilant on where it would catch him, he would stumble back groaning on it carving deep into his cheek. Her boot met the chest of the other guard, kicking him back to keep a distance on her arm extending out, the blade catching the neck of the sliced up guard, her face scrunching under her mask at the spurt of blood hitting her face, not wallowing on it long through as she punched the remaining guard with her gloved hand, the man standing slack jawed for a moment until she retrieved her hand back, his skull sliding from her blades before he hit the floor. She barely broke a sweat, to her it was a light work out, but the prior events seemed to leave Alexander’s numbers lower and lower. She began kicking in doors, poking her head in and retreating once she saw no signs of life. The wood crunched under her boot on kicking open Tates door, her brown eyes gazing over the male and female in the room.

AshDunn  Daniel watched as Zane patted the bodies around him, though she was taken aback as he answered all the questions she had for him at the time quickly. She didn't reply. Taking a deep breathe, she tilted her head back, looking up at the ceiling of the bathroom as Zane had stood up. "That's not good. We can't both not be okay." She said, a light chuckle slipping through her lips though it sounded more defeating than anything. She pulled her hands off her calves, pulling herself to her feet and stumbling her way over to the bed before she saw the high heeled shoes she wore on the ground. "Fuck.." Daniel muttered, sitting at the edge of the bed and starting to fasten them. They, ironically, seemed to provide her more comfort and stability. She stared at the mirror across from her, catching a glimpse of herself and staring for a moment or two before a soft laughter came from her. Shaking her head, she brought her hands to her eyes, rubbing them as she held back some tears. Nonetheless, her eyes were lightly watered. Not sure what made her start to cry, she figured it might be an accumulation of events. "Whatever your thinking... Don't. Man, look at me. You've got something good going on with Bea, alright? Don't fuck it up. Her dad is mental. If you piss him off, who knows what the hell he'll do to you, or her." Her voice was shaky, clearly holding back some emotion. She laid back on the bed, her tears piling up a little more as a couple of drops slid down her cheeks.

OddThomas: Zane shrugged, starting at the body below him. He was in the center of a storm and he didn't know which way to go or what to do. Well, no. That's a lie. Everything in him said he should break down the door and go after Bea but he couldn't leave Daniel; he made a promise. He wasn't sure he could keep track of both things while the island burned down around them. He was tired. Exhaustion was setting into his bone like cement. Headaches, nose bleeds, confusing information, fighting, fucking, it was wearing him down. Reaching down, Zane took a hip pouch off the corpse and emptied his pockets into it; had three clips attached to it, so he took the gun too. He took a knife then pulled a big bowie knife off another guy and handed the thing to Daniel. "We need to move." He said, flinching slightly when the door blew in. Half turning, there was a woman standing in teh doorway. The bright lights behind her made her just a shadow for a moment then he made out the mask over her face. She looked like an anime assassin which made Zane exhale gruffly. Again... what fresh hell is this? His grip on the knife he kept for himself tightened out of sheer frustration, a grip this tight would have been shit for a fight. He stretched out his fingers and shook his head. "What? What now?"

pixiemilk: Penelope took in the tense atmosphere for a moment before holding her hands up on glancing over the weapon in his hand. “I’m friendly. Did you a favour even, there’s guns out here.” She said on throwing her thumb over her shoulder before her hands relaxed, tugging off her mask and tossing it to the floor. She gazed over the two on a nod of understanding. “You must be Daniel. You’re Zane.” She said softly, wishing she’d kept her mask on as she struck a resemblance to him, she knew exactly why. Alexander shared a lot with her as he never thought she would see the light of day, her memories much more clearer and put together since she was never injected into society to need certain areas of her life wiping, too much of a loose cannon for Alex to have to pick up after. “Where’s the other one?” She asked on noticing the missing third person, taking a good glance around the room and seeing she wasn’t the only one smashing doors in around the place, the wood of the bathroom door obliterated entirely.

AshDunn  Daniel was wiping away a tear when she pulled her arm from her face to be greeted with a bowie knife that Zane was handing her. She rose an eyebrow, seemingly out of her little moment as she grabbed hold of it. "Move where? Where can we even go?" She asked, sitting up and then getting to her feet, steadying herself with a couple of clicks from her heels against the flooring. Soon after, the door was opened. She hadn't even managed to hold up the knife is some kind of self defense when she saw the form that entered the room, giving the woman a quick look over as she mentioned she was friendly. "Wait, you know us? How?" Daniel asked, confused. "Bea is with Alexander, right?" She turned to Zane momentarily before reverting her gaze back to the woman. "And not for anything, but there's been a lot of fuckery here. Forgive me if I don't trust you right away, but why the hell should we believe that you're not here to hurt us?" Daniel had sneaked a couple of glances at the woman's bussom before fixing her gaze on the woman's face.  

OddThomas: Zane watched the woman skeptically. When she pulled her mask off he noted they could have been siblings and almost threw his hands into the air. Then she called them out by name and shook his head, that unhinged laughter taking on a sinister edge. "No. NO. Nope. Not fucking right now." Grabbing, Daniel's wrist hard enough to bruise, he yanked his best friend past the woman, even going so far as to shove her aside so he could get out the door. If she was really friendly, she'd move, if not he'd move, kill her if he had too. What little he had left in him was about up. Daniel was asking questions, pretty fucking valid questions but right now Zane didn't care. He stopped in the door way, staring daggers down the hall toward Alexander's office. "You wanna stay here and a have a fucking tea party be my guest." His gaze snapped to the woman. "But the way in which I do not give a fuck right now is a deep as whatever fucking hole you crawled out of." He didn't wait for an answer from either of them. The hall was clear for now, Daniel could have followed him the short distance to Alexander's office which Zane was currently kicking in the door too. Bullets were flying. He flicked the knife then drew the gun he'd stolen and did exactly the same thing he did the first time Alexander tried to take Bea from him--- one shot, one kill until his gun was trained on Alexander himself.

pixiemilk: Penelope couldn’t help but smile at Daniels reactions to her, the defensiveness, the gaze over her chest which made her bite her lip in a silent response before she would tilt her side to side, as if she needed a moment to search for the words in her mind. “I’m..On the books you might call it? But not the bad books. Alex spends most nights coming to me, bitchin’ and whinin’ and schemin’ about you guys.” Her Brooklyn accent swapping out for a very bad British one as she mockingly imitated Alex on his rants to her. “They are li’tul bah’stards, I’m ganna destroy ‘em all.” She wasn’t even from Brooklyn, but Alexander would allow her the luxury of TV on occasion where she would grow into the habit of the using accent, she wasn’t the best educated either due to his negligence, but she managed fine enough. She shuffled her feet and glanced down to them. “If I wanted to hurt you though, I would’ve done it by now. I’m no time waster, lady. A nice lookin’ one at that.” She would flirt unashamedly. (c)

pixiemilk: Zanes sharp dismissals made her raise a brow, she stepped aside for them as he tugged the poor girl along, not that he seemed to care but first impressions didn’t look great. She didn’t insist on either of them staying, instead leaning her back against the busted door frame as she craned her neck watching him vanish to the office. Bea saw how rattled Alexander was, she’d never seen him so all consumed by losing control, it petrified her. “Dad-..I think-“ Alexander’s hand swiped at her face, the back of his knuckles brandishing her cheek bone before he stood from his desk and gripped her throat, he’d started to lose it entirely, he pinned her to the wall and reached back with his free hand, grabbing his ashtray before be banged it repeatedly against the side of her head until it smashed. She barely had the time to react or scream, her vision blurring as blood trickled down the side of her face on the blunt force trauma of the ashtray, making a split in her scalp. She felt herself sink to the floor on (c)

OddThomas: For a half second he couldn't see Bea. Then Alexander dropped the ashtray and dropped her. The moment Bea started to fall to the floor Zane fired. The force of the bullet rocked Alexander back so hard his head bounced off the wall where Bea had bed and the body dropped to the floor. Zane crossed the room, pushing his body off of Bea and dropping the gun to the floor. He gathered Bea into his arms, cradling her body against his chest as he pushed her hair back so he could see the wound on the side of her head. "Fuck." He hoisted her up and carried her into the bathroom that was joined to the office, it was just a sink and a toilet but Zane kept cradling Bea like a baby in his arms as he rummaged through the shit behind the mirror until he found some pain pills and a small first aid kit. Sinking to the floor, he pushed her hair back and unceremoniously poured hydrogen-peroxide on the cut then pressed a folded bandage to it. Lifting Bea's hand, he pressed her palm to the wound. "Bea? Bea. Baby, come on, I need you to hold this. I know you can do it."

pixiemilk: The firing shot made Penny’s ears perk up, she took Daniel by the hand and ran for the doorway to the office, watching the scene as Zane just finished pulling Alexander’s body off of Bea. Bea felt the warmth of Zane scooping her up, him and the blood being the only warmth she felt on her skin as she felt cold, shivering against him even from the shock of the head injury, Alexander’s death not even registering yet. She tensed into Zane on him pouring hydrogen peroxide on her scalp, a pained yelp escaping her as she nearly scrambled away from him if it wasn’t for him keeping her there by her hand, taking it to her head with the gauze. “It hurts..” She managed to muster quietly, the green dress she had worn only hours ago completely ruined with hers and her fathers blood. She gazed up to Zane for a moment, kissing his jawline and whispering against his skin. “You came for me..” Had the situation been different, she would’ve most certainly turned that into a sexual innuendo, but she was sincere, happy to have (c)
pixiemilk: Zane at her side. She sat up slightly in his lap, keeping the bloodied gauze to her head as she spoke. “Is dad okay?..” She quizzed him, the last thing she remembered was Alexander pinning her against the wall by her neck, after the first blow of the ashtray against her head, things got blacked out. She began to crawl out of his lap to try peering into the office, despite everything he was still her father, and she would completely crumble on seeing him dead if Zane didn’t stop her from witnessing the sight.

OddThomas: "I know, baby. I'm sorry." He reached up a little, rolling Bea into his chest for a moment to turn on the tap and wet a towel to start cleaning the blood off her face and chest. His thumb pressed softly to her chin when she spoke again and he gazed down at her with all the devotion of a doting husband. He didn't know it but he was worse than that. He was a doting clone modified specifically for her. "I'll always come for you." He said, unable to help the cheeky smile that took his mouth. It dropped the moment she asked about Alexander and didn't just ask but called him dad. If steam could have risen off of him it would have and it gave Bea just enough of a moment to crawl out of his lap. But he grabbed her by the upper arms and pulled her back into his chest. His face was buried in her shoulder as he held her tightly just inside the door to keep her from seeing anything in the office. "He's dead."

pixiemilk: She was comforted by his words, it didn’t stop the hurt but it made her tolerate the pain better as he cleaned over her before his thumb pressed softly to her chin, making her lips part slightly as she gazed to him with her big green eyes, focusing much better as he spoke. His words making her act silently, taking her hand to his chest and gently caress over his bare skin. She felt his grasp on her upper arms, pulling her back into him, a soft frown making its way onto her brows as he seemed reluctant to let her look. His words left her motionless for a moment, her exhale unstable as her eyes began to gloss over. “Oh..R-Right..I see..” She said simply, her emotions stirring inside herself but she didn’t want to express them, her only living relative now dead with the rest of them, her emotions wavered as Zane now really was the only thing in her life that was family to her. “I-..I think we should go..Now..” Her eyes studied the floor to stop the onslaught of tears that threatened to spill over, knowing (c)
pixiemilk: Zane likely wouldn’t understand her grief at all, Alexander was an asshole to them all, he was evil, unrelenting, abusive, neurotic, sinister, there were too many names for him, but Bea clung to the very few examples of kindness he’d shown her, even if it was for his own control and ulterior motive.

OddThomas: He half expected her to shove him off and run into the room to see for herself but her reaction was more stoic than that. For the moment, he appreciated it. She was right. This was their chance to leave. To get away from Umbrella for a while. Zane's mind began to race. He nodded against the back of her head and stood up, taking her with him, lifting her into his arms as he cradled her again to keep her from seeing the mess in the office. In the office he was surprised to find Daniel and the woman and it showed on his face. So far, the woman had made good on her comment about not being the enemy and he needed an extra set of hands right now. Addressing both Daniel and the woman, he said, "Take Bea to her room. Pack a bag each, change if you have too and meet me at the helipad." Before he put Bea down he walked over and took the blanket off the back of the couch and threw it over her father then stood in front of the body and put her down facing away. Kissing the back of her shoulder, apprehension kept her in his hands as he started at the woman that looked like him. He'd just gotten her back. He was reluctant to let her go away even if it would make things go faster. He glanced at Daniel. He hoped the two of them could take this woman if shit went sideway, he hoped she really wasn't the enemy. He would kill her if she was. "Go baby. Be as fast as you can." When they were gone, he would go to Alexander desk and start cycling through the cameras and files. He set the alarm for evac, giving them ten minutes. It would also keep the guards from fucking with them.. well for the most part.

pixiemilk: She cuddled closely to him as he carried her in his arms, she usually hated being babied but, with him it was more loving and protective than overbearing. Penny caught a glimpse of Bea for the first time, she looked small against him in his arms, Beas traumatized eyes darting around the room as she kept her head pressed to Zanes chest, taking in the sight of paperwork, chairs, various clutter strewn over the floor, her fathers corpse thankfully on the opposite side she was facing. Penny’s eyes glanced to Zane, offering him a momentary look of sympathy, she could only assume what they’d all been through together since the start of the outbreak. Penny would nod to Zanes instructions as he lowered Bea, offering her hand out to her on an attempt of a warm smile to her. Bea gazed to the newcomer for a moment before she shook her head. “I-..I’ll be fine..I can pack for the three of us..Take-..Take some clothes from Tates room for Zane..” She said as she felt Zanes kiss on the back of her shoulder, she wanted (c)

pixiemilk: to turn around and kiss him, but she feared on what her eyes might see, so instead she vacated to her room by herself. Penny would softly shrug, Bea refusing their help before she left with Daniel to find out clothes and various items in Zanes room, pain reliefs, hygiene products, shirts, anything they could think of that would prove useful. Bea glanced around her room, though she seldom spent time here as an adult, she missed this room, and would miss it considering they weren’t likely to come back. Her hand brushed over her aerialist hoop, her eyes gazing to the cello resting against her wardrobe, the ornate art on the faces of her drawers that her mother hand painted, it was all stuff she couldn’t bring with her. She brushed off her sentimental nature as she grabbed a few bags, packing them to the brim with her clothes and necessities. She made her way to the floor and reached under her bed, placing her hand on books, some of them literature, some diaries. She stuffed them into a bag and zipped it shut (c)
pixiemilk: hiking the straps of her bags over her shoulders as she took in the aesthetic of her room one more time. She opened the door and shut it closed behind herself, seeing Daniel and Penny waiting for her outside. “Can-..Can you watch my bags..I need to do something quick.” She said before she ran down the hallway, heading for her mothers office, the one bag she kept swinging against her frame and hitting into her before she set it on the table and opened it up, the closed laptop resting on the table quickly scooped up and stuffed into the bag along with its charger, nipping at her lip as she grabbed for a photo album and stuffed it on top of the laptop, zipping everything back up before making a quick exit to be back with Daniel and Penny, waiting outside the office for Zane.

OddThomas: Zane scrolled through the cameras until he saw the room where the girl was being held. He had to manuever a bit to figure out which room it was but he finally was able to see a room number. Scrolling over to the map of the lower levels, he marked it on a tablet then started to dig throug the files on the computer and transfer them over to the tablet. While they were transferring he dug through the desk for a charging cord and a few extra charging blocks. In one the drawers, that was locked, but he dragged Alexander's dead body over and used his thumb on the reader, he found a hand written ledger with passwords and contacts. He managed to copy over the files about Daniel and Kila by searching for them. It was easy enough since it was Alexander's computer and they were on a list. The thing that struck him as funny was that though he was on the list according to Kila there were seemingly no files on him. Zane chewed his lip and scoured a bit deeper before he found a ghost drive. He had to transfer that to the usb that was plugged in. While that worked, he went around and picked up the gun he was using before scrapping it and taking the side arm of one of the guards that didn't even get a chance to pull it out of the holster. He tucked that in the back of his pants and then took the gloves off another guy. A knife glinted in the light and he paused. [c]
OddThomas: He considered cutting off Alexander's hand to get down in the The Hive but then thought better of it and started to patt Alexander down. He found a key card in the inner pocket of his suit jacket and shoved that into his own pocket. Pulling the usb out of the computer and taking the tablet, and the ledger Zane came out into the hall and found the girls waiting on him. He sucked his teeth, reaching for Bea and the bag she had that seemed the emptiest, stuffing his things inside of it before taking one of the heavier bags off of her. "I told you to get to the helipad or do you want to go boating again?" Reaching up he brushed, his hand under her bangs and looked at her wound again. "I need to get the girl than we can go."[e]

pixiemilk: As Zane joined them Penny took the opportunity to retrieve her phone from the office she’d left it in, giving Bea and Zane a moment of privacy. Bea watched him as he took one of the bags from her and stuffed some things from Alexander’s office into it, she had questions, but dismissed them as he spoke. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted us to wait..And we could go together..” She closed her eyes as he brushed her bangs out of the way to look at her wound, she felt as exhausted as he did, her knuckles needed bandaging but frankly they didn’t have the time to tend to them as they were interrupted by the girl, on the thought Zane mentioned her, Beas heart sank to her stomach on the thought of him leaving her. She wanted to protest it but Penny returned, stuffing her phone into her back pocket. “We all ready to head to the heli?” Her naturally raspy but feminine voice asked out curiously, on glancing to each of them. “Zane-..Zane has something to do first..But we will come.” Bea said reluctantly, she didn’t want (c)
pixiemilk: to be away from him at all, but in the grand scheme, she knew she would likely only hold him back with how lethargic she felt. Bea leaned in and pressed her lips to his, kissing him softly and lovingly. Penny would glance away, feeling a little awkward around their display of affection, clapping her hands together before she began gathering up the bags in an attempt to stop their soppy moment. “I love you..Come back to me safe..The heli is on the left wing roof..” She whispered against his lips, unable to prevent herself dropping another chaste peck to his lips before she fully pulled away and gathered up her bags properly.

OddThomas: The boat was starting to sound like the better option for a moment, but then Zane remembered where it was and the fact that the guards were probably all evacuating in that direction to use the small boats to get off the island. He didn't want to chance anyone being uber loyal to Umbrella and trying to capture them. Right now the only people crawling out of the house were the staff from the Hive below. With no combat or survival training all they cared about were themselves and they would be headed for the boats too. It'd be easier to man. He had no clue how to fly a helicopter but he would figure something out, so the helipad it was. He tried not to frown at the sound of Bea's voice when she spoke to the woman who had disappeared and come back. His fingers drifted down the side of her face and he cupped her chin, kissing her softly but deeply. He could have sank into her but he forced himself to focus. "I love you, Beatrix." He said in a husky voice, his lips meeting hers when she pecked him again. He stared at he a moment longer before turned and moving down the hall. [c]
OddThomas: He punched the code on the elevator and then headed down to the first underground floor, really thankful he didn't have to go down further. But even the first floor of the Hive was a sterile maze of white halls and metal doors. 245. 245. It was a mantra in his head until he finally found the room. As he hoped Alexander's key card had access to everything and the door opened for him. The girl in the room took some convincing.. he couldn't have looked to save with no shirt on and blood splattered all over him but he finally got her out of the room. They were on their way back up when he saw the self destruct sequence on one of the lab computers. He hit it. Fuck this place. They had five minutes to get to the helipad. He booked it with the girl, having to use the stairs now that everything was about to go up in flames. [c]
OddThomas: And just as he predicted a few of the guards were trying to get their promotions by detaining them, but he managed to kill them. The girl, Claire, was probably more traumatized and Zane left with a black eye and knife cuts along his ribs, his knuckles as fucked as Bea's but he made to the helipad and helped Claire into it before climbing in himself. Catching his breath, he looked over the controls and they might as well have been cave drawings for all he knew how to figure them out. "This sounded like a good idea in my head." He said, sounding almost defeated. "Wait! Wait, please! Wait!" Zane turned and trained the gun he hand on a man in a lab coat who skidded to a stop holding their hands up. "Wait. Wait please. Take me with you." [e]

pixiemilk: Bea would bite her lip hard after he kissed her for the last time, savouring the taste of him before he left, her mind focused on him returning to her safe and sound. Penny tilted her head, motioning for them to move the opposite way and climb the stairs, Beas brows furrowed on her straining from carrying the bags, she already didn’t feel so hot and this extra weight had her working up a sweat. They reached the roof and thankfully the helicopter hadn’t been moved yet, Bea glanced, seeing over the wall, many of the guards out for rescuing themselves and getting off the island, word must’ve got around about Alexander being dead, they wouldn’t have any consequences for leaving now. Penny took the bags and tucked them strategically under the seats in the back of the heli, making the most of the books and crannies to free up floor space as she assumed Zane wouldn’t be returning empty handed. “So..You fuckin’?” Penny asked crudely on a smirk, her nosey nature often making her poke her nose into others business. (c)
pixiemilk: Bea would shoot her a stare, unappreciative of her tone. “Who even are you?” Bea asked coldly before turning her gaze from them as Daniel climbed into one of the seats in the back and buckled herself in, the tedious waiting getting to her as she managed to fall asleep sitting up. “Penny, and you’re Trixie, right?” Alexander’s nickname for her made her blood run cold, Penny didn’t know any better as Alexander always referred to his daughter with that name. “Don’t call me that.” Bea responded flatly, folding her arms over her chest before wincing as she caught her knuckles up against herself in the process, the throbbing pain returning and vibrating through her digits. Penny’s quick loading of the bags would slow on Beas response, grabbing the last couple bags and stuffing them in in silence before she buckled herself in by the seat beside a sleeping Daniel. Bea refused to get into the helicopter until she had her sights on Zane, the kid following closely behind Zane before he helped her into the back to (c)
pixiemilk: sit with Daniel and Penny. Bea moved to sit in the front with Zane, her eyes studied the bloodied and injured state of him. “I’m not so sure you should be flying this thing..” She spoke from a place of care before the voice called out to them, holding Beas attention on what they said.

OddThomas: "I can help. I can fly this." The man in the coat said barely containing his panic. Zane turned his head and kisses Bea before unbuckling himself and moving into the back because he would have to hold onto the grips. There were no more seats. "Get in. Get us out of here and don't make me kill you." The guy climbed in and kept talking, rambling thanks and talking about how he couldn't wait to see his wife and kids making Zane groan and snap at him to shut the hell up. He sat down between the two front seats, his back to Bea's seat, his foot jammed against the opposite wall, the gun in his hand. Tilting his head back against Bea's thigh he closed his eyes when the man stopped talking and then opened them as they started to pull off the ground. Beneath them the island rumbled with the charges that were going off in the hive causing waves to hike up around the island. The man pulled the helicopter up and off starting to turn to head for deep water when Zane said, "To the City." The guy's hands trembled on the joystick. "But... The evac for families." "I'll find another way to get you back to your family but right now we're going into the city." He rolled his eyes up to look at Bea, "We're going for Kila."

pixiemilk: Bea watched the exchange between Zane and the man, closing her eyes as they discussed amongst themselves. She smiled to herself on feeling Zane shift his position, his hair brushing against her thigh coaxing her one eye to open, gazing down to him. She didn’t have much to say but Penny piped up on them discussing where they were headed. “I have coordinates for the safe houses.” Her words seeming to fall on deaf ears though as Zane insisted they were heading for the city to pick someone up. Bea looked to Zane on the comment, shifting in her seat with unease, they’d been away from the city for so long, there was no way to predict how it would be, if it would be worse or better than the last time they were there. “..Do you know where she is?” Bea asked him curiously on brushing her fingers through his hair dotingly

OddThomas: Zane nodded, nuzzling Bea's hand. His eyes had closed for a minute then they opened again and he looked at the man. "Take us to the hospital and you can have the helicopter and go where the fuck ever." He turned his head then and eyed Penny suspiciously. "Then find us a safe house in the city near the hospital." He wanted to go after Kila but he wasn't a fool. He was beat to hell and so was basically everyone else. They needed sleep and they needed food, maybe even a day to recover before he could start to form a plan on how to get Kila out of another hive. There was another Umbrella headquarters a few blocks from the hospital and the hospital wasn't far from where they started in the apartments but more inland. He chewed his lip. Keeping everyone safe was going to be hard in the city but he couldn't leave Kila behind. Not with her ringing in his head just the way Bea's mother had. They were connected and he needed to find out how.

pixiemilk: Penny would sit silently, her eyes staring at the ceiling as she searched her brain for which safe house was closest to the hospital. “It’s..North East, the house is about a twenty minute drive out from the hospital, if you have a car you could manage getting there and back relatively easy.” The others she could think of were sat more at the outskirts of the city, or having their own private land surrounding them, which would take hours to drive back and forth to every time they had to do a supply run. Her relationship with Alexander coming in handy at times, she knew which ones were occupied by higher ups, and which ones were currently empty of house guests, thankfully for them the previous tenants of the one near the hospital had vacated to the outskirts, being in the middle of the city potentially bringing more danger to them than they saw worth. Bea would close her eyes once more, her brows subtly knitting as her head seared with pain despite her having the pain relief he administered her (c)
pixiemilk: in the office bathroom. Bea shifted uncomfortably in her seat as the all too familiar sensation of vomit crawling up her throat had her on edge, she wasn’t sure what it was due to, the flight, the constant adrenaline and exhaustion, the pregnancy, it could’ve been any combination of things but she swiftly popped the window open on her side as they weren’t flying too high, only just managing to poke her head through the small gap before she retched, the green bile escaping her from her stomach being empty aside from a few bites of pancake she had.

OddThomas: Zane nodded to the woman whose name he'd never bothered to get. He was about ask when Bea threw up out the window. Their makeshift pilot jolted a little making everything pull to one side. Zane grunted and shot his glare at the man who whimpered and straightened them out. Pulling himself up onto his knee, Zane wedged between the seats and leaned around Bea, holding the gun between her seat and his body so no one could take it from him and used his free band to rub between her shoulders. He was looking out the windshield as the city line came into few. They weren't far out. He kept rubbing her back as he spoke back to the woman behind him. "We'll figure something out." He could hot wire and so could Bea. He could also walk once he was healed up. The helicoptered chopped over the beach they'd once docked on and suddenly Zane's stomach dropped. He was taking her back to the city. They'd moved away in order to get away from her obsessed drug dealer now they were going back. He hoped the guy was dead. A zombie at least. And he also hoped Bea had enough on her mind that she wouldn't think about it for a while.

pixiemilk: Bea felt mortified as she puked in front of her lover, her best friend, her companion, her everything really. His gentle rubs between her shoulder blades coaxing another small bout of bile from her, she hadn’t anything else to puke up but bile and the spit that she’d now gathered in her stomach from trying to clear the nauseas and sicky sensation from her throat and stomach. She spit and finally pulled her head back in on wiping her lips with the back of her wrist, barely able to look at Zane on her embarrassment. “I’m sorry-..I-..I’m not sure what that was all about.” She said genuinely, it could’ve simply been from the stress of her father dying for all she knew. The sight of the city had entered her sights, making her sigh loudly before tilting her head back and closing her eyes. “I think..I should just stay in the helicopter..Take the annoying girl with you to grab Kila..Then we get this dude to fly us to the safe house.” Bea mumbled, surprised if he could even understand her through her incoherent (c)
pixiemilk: pronunciations. Within a few seconds of her eyes closing and her head being titled back, Bea was snoring, well and truly exhausted, it seemed the energy she had left was spent on her puking. Penny looked to the child after Bea mentioned ‘the annoying one’, her lack of self awareness painful at times and Bea clearly meant her, but she didn’t get the memo. “Why does she want a kid to go with you?” Penny called out to Zane curiously.

OddThomas: Zane was brushing his thumb along Bea's cheek as she mumbled and quickly fell asleep, staring at her like she was the only thing in the world. Despite it all, he smiled to himself when she fell asleep and leaned down to kiss her forehead gently. He was lost in his own little world until Penny spoke which made him roll his eyes but he kept looking at Bea a moment longer before moving back to the way he had been seated before, his hand on his knee, the gun hanging down between his legs. "She was talking about you, dickhead." He said flatly. Lifting his gun hand he motioned to the windshield and the pilot flinched again but this time not enough to make the helicopter jolt. "Take us to the hospital. You'll help us unload these sleeping beauties and then the thing is yours. Got that?" The man nodded a little a frantically. Then Zane turned his head to the only other person still awake. "I'm not going for Kila tonight. Everyone needs rest and I need stitches. Besides I need to take stock of the city and no way getting Kila is a quick smash and grab. Those headquarters are too crazy. I need time."

pixiemilk: Bea’s lips would mouth ‘I love you’ to Zane on him brushing his thumb along her cheek, it was all she needed to know he was there with her, once she was asleep she’d be dead to the world, it would work in Zanes favour as she wouldn’t be as needy and hesitant on allowing him to get to Kila if he decided that’s where they were headed, as much as she enjoyed the company of the woman she’d only really spent time with once, Zane was her world, she didn’t want him constantly chasing after others and being a hero, but it was a part of him she would have to compromise on as he would never leave his friends in danger. Pennys brows would raise at his abruptness, she knew she was still a stranger to them all, but Zane and Beas coldness and mistrust of her left a bad taste in her mouth, she wanted to pat herself on the back for not reacting out of pocket thus far. She would glance across to a sleeping Daniel as Zanes attention moved to the pilot, her fingers gently pinching at the low cut neck of her dress, (c)
pixiemilk: tugging it upwards to help cover over her cleavage a little more. Zane speaking again caught her attention, his plan actually sounded pretty good, they could do with figuring out if this place was stable and safe enough to be their base for a while. Penny nodded in agreement to him. “I guess. I could think of some people who definitely need a nap. Their cranky levels are through the roof.” She said nonchalantly though her comments were definitely aimed to Zane and Bea.

OddThomas: Zane glanced out the windshield then his attention was fully on Penny. He debated asking who she was but then he remembered the guy flying them. He didn't trust that guy either. So he would wait. Thankfully he didn't have to wait long. Soon enough the legs of the helicopter touched down on the helipad on the roof of the hospital. The undead came to life in the streets below them from the noise of the helicopter but they couldn't get upstairs. He made the guy cut the engine so they could unload. "Don't freak out. We're on top of the private wing. If there are any zombies in there it's only a few stragglers. Chances are whatever big wigs were on this floor when shit went down booked and made a clean getaway." The man nodded but didn't seem convinced. Zane tucked the gun into the back of his pants and unbuckled Bea then hoisted her over his shoulder. "Toss the bags down." He said to Penny. "I'll take Daniel and Bea. You take as many bags as you can carry and the girl." Climbing out of the helicopter, he put Bea gently down on the floor by one of the electrical banks near the roof access door. Then he came back for Daniel and filled his fist with whatever bags were left. He put the bags down and then put Daniel down next to Bea, taking the gun from his back and crouched by the bank watching the door. "Tell the guy he can take off." He said to Penny. Once they were alone on the helipad he would make his way to the lay his head on it, listening.

pixiemilk: Penny would grip onto the edge of the seat as the helicopter began to land, doing her absolute best to listen to Zane on their slow descend. She would hum to his words, taking it all in as he set her tasks out for her. She climbed from the helicopter and began pulling the bags out from under the seats, tossing them to the helipad ground as she left Zane to get Bea and Daniel himself. “Come on kid, grab a bag, help me out here.” She spoke playfully to the teenager, straining a little as Penny carried in multiple bags at once, smiling as the kid got on with the task at hand. “Atta girl!” Penny would smile on the kid making herself useful to them. Bea stirred against the helipad roof, the hard surface seeming to be too much for her delicate little back, sitting herself half way up on keeping her eyes closed, whimpering as she ached on slowly coming to.

OddThomas: Zane's head whipped around when he heard Bea come too. He moved back from the door, noting it had been quiet, then came to squat down in front of Bea, cupping her face with his free hand. "Easy, baby. We're almost to a place where can rest." He was kind of happy she was wake. It was one less body to carry through unknown territory. He caressed her cheek and kissed her lips softly. "Can you walk?" He asked, looking around to see Penny and Claire. Then he looked back to Bea and down to Daniel. "I can carry you if you can't. Just tell me honestly."

pixiemilk: Bea’s eyes would open on feeling Zanes calloused hand on her face, glancing to him a little disoriented before her gaze fell to look at their surroundings. The city had her on edge, it was an undefinable and gut instinct for her to not exactly feel the most at home here, but she tried to not spiral as he caressed her cheek and kissed her, hushing the voices overlapping in her head on kissing him back. She would lick her lips on him pulling away glancing to her toes and the back up to him, it took her a short while longer than usual to find her feet but she found them. “I-..I got it darling, thank you.” She would whisper to him, Penny would drop some of the bags at Beas feet, Penny not not much caring on how Bea felt. “You should really start pulling your weight Bea.” Penny spoke pretty firmly to her on ferrying things back and forth, she remained stood slack jawed at the brashness of the new comer.

Judge: He managed to put the brick back and move back to his cot, putting his shirt and shoes back on as the soldiers marched down the hall. He was tying his boot when one of them turned to his cell door and started to unlock it but all of their attention was diverted when the girl in the cell next to him started to hurl insults their way. He raised a brow, at first not understanding why she would pull attention to herself. However, when she first came in she'd been a firecracker, he could have chalked it up to her being riled up by their presence but intuition told him it was something more personl-- to him.
Judge: Despite his size, he got up and walked over to the cell basically unnoticed by the guards while they screamed back at her and debated taking her instead. Sticking his hand through the metal slats, he turned the key slowly then pulled it out and put in his pocket. Then he turned and went back to his cot and picked up his tray. Squatting near the door, he pushed the tray through the slats so it slid directly over to the cell across from him and clanged against the wall in the dark.

There was nothing in that cell but what had been in there before, had freaked them the fuck out. They all jumped and brought their guns up. "No one said, 256 was back."

"Well, it fucking is."

"I hate this place."

Finally one of the guys, turned back to him. He was sure he put the key in the hole but didn't see it. The prisoner was already back on his cot, exactly where he had been when they walked up. Compliant. He patted himself down then sighed. "I forgot the key."
"You're a fucking idiot."

"Fuck you."

They all turned and walked away, but not before turning back to the girl. "Just you wait, little bitch. Just you wait."

Diitzy:Just you wait? Brah. She was too impatient to be waiting for whatever they had planned so they dragged her by the foot. Rolling back and forth to her sides purposely wiggling through the soldier's hold for them to turn around and for her to get a good kick in one of their faces. Before she was returned with a good blow to the face that knocked her out. In the moments to come she wandered through a dream meeting cell mate 256.
Whoever that was, sounded like a phantom tale in this hell hole. She'd befriended him just to be part of the tale someday too.

Just like gossiping bitches from your local Applebee's waitresses, the soldiers too gossiped between each other and rumors spread faster than wildfires to a higher chain of command. The sergeant was ordered to return Kila back to her cell.

Though with the riff she made he wasn't just going to return her to her cell. He tossed her unconscious body to a lab table and started to restain her.

"Get trial 'Ace' prepped. We start with phase one NOW." He ordered at the scientest as they scurried to preparing their work space. Pulling out a large syrainge and injecting a unknown solution into Kila's spinal cord. Of course she was lifeless at this point but shortly after she was dragged back to her cell and dumped like unwanted trash. She mumbled.

"I don't want to the blue pill this isn't the matrix."

Her body rolled unconsciously under the cot to where their hole was. Hugging her boot like a lost Teddy that had the organmi swan inside.

Judge: He frowned when the scare didn't manage to make them leave her alone. The key in his pocket was only good for the cell doors. He wouldn't be able to get pass the main door with it. He needed a key card for that. So for a very long time, he sat on his bed with his leg shaking and chewed on his thumb until his fingerprint was pretty much gone.

It was hard to tell if she gone for a long time or not. Time was different down there. But when she finally came back, she was unconcious again. He waited for the soldiers to leave before climbing off his cot and going to the wall, removing the brick again and putting it behind the toilet. He laid down on his stomach with his folded under his head, listening to her breath for the longest time. It almos lulled him to sleep until she started to mumble.

"It's barely safe to eat the food around here."

Diitzy: The serum worked fast. Her sight was already discolored in different hues, slowly fading to black and white like a hound. It looked like you were seeing life through a colorless film lens. She saw him fade into the picture and blur out. Groaning she lifted to scooch closer to the wall in hope to close the gap between them.

"I always had an issue with trusting people. Just never could believe words she coughed her throat was drying up as she adjusted herself with her arms feeling a clump of hair drag off effortlessly. What the hell did they give her? She tossed it to the side and rolled to her back sliding her arm through the whole to latch onto his arm he pillowed to his head.

"How long have I been gone? Is there even a way to judge time?" She rolled her cheek to the floor opening her dilated eyes.

"Do you have a name or should I call you just V?" chuckling as she thumbed her shimmering hot flesh against his thumb fighting against the alteration of the serum now circulating through her veins.

Judge: Her hand slithered through the hole and rubbed against his arm, so he reached across his body and placed his other hand on her arm. Heat radiated through his hand. Fever had taken her. It was common. The body always tried to fight back against infection but around here it would more than likely lose. Depending on which way you sliced it, being altered in anyway was a lost though for some it was a win. He didn't really know what had changed about him yet but assumed something had or they wouldn't have kept him. Or maybe nothing changed and that's why they kept him. There was really no way to no when no one spoke to you.

She decided to call him V. He shrugged. Did his real name really matter down here? He had nothing to offer her for her throat but his thoughts pulled to her question about time. Staring at the wall, he shook his head. "A few hours, I guess. It's hard to tell down here. They didn't bring food so it's not another day yet."

Diitzy: She liked the way he talked. It was soothing. Straight to the point and no bullshit. Most people sugarcoat shit, but not him. She felt the burning flash over her forehead as she pressed it against the cool stone floor as she groaned. "Food doesn't sound that food and that's saying something. I love food. You can buy tacos anyday for Kila and I'll be your best friend" She coughed and sighed as she thumbed her touch against his skin. It was cooler than her burning flesh part of her wish she was small enough to crawl through the hole just to be wrapped up.

"What did they do to me?" She questioned out loud with the blurry feverish vision flashed over to something.. A child? A boy? Laughing rhythmically to her own laugh. Then flash back she heard more steps outside the carded door. Guess it would be that time they would come give us food she remained where she stood. They had a moment before they entered the cellular. "Have you ever tried to escape? Or are these four walls more comfortable for you, V?" She felt brain fog roll in. She tried to keep the conversation going even though her new neighborhood cellmate wasn't much of a talker it was more than enough for her. Come to think of it, she was talking to him much more than she did with the three other survivors. She wondered if Zane was even alive. Something drew her to thinking back to him but she never knew why. For all she knew she was just another face in the mist of this fucked up new world.

Judge: Tacos sounded amazing after eating nothing but dry ass suggestions of food for the past 186 days. The little white marks on his wall had started to fade. He was pretty sure it was much more than that now but counting the days had started to seem pointless the closer he got to 200. Rolling onto his back, he put his arm through the hole and wrapped his fingers around her elbow just holding her arm. Kila. Her name was Kila. Hearing her name made it matter. He had almost forgotten the importance of small human things until she said her name. "My name's Elion." Silence passed between them for a moment.

"I've never had reason or opprotunity." Until now. There was a key in his pocket and the door to his cell was unlocked. He could have gone over to her but he would have been seen on the cameras. Whatever they were doing to her was taking hold a lot faster than anything they had done to him. He fingered the cold metal key in his pocket and wondered about his options. The idea of letting her die down here bothered him. He could hear her breathing changing but then also the guards coming down the hall. Pulling his arm back, he waited for her arm to disappear so he could put the brick back an sit up.

Diitzy: "Ellion." She called back and stared at him for a moment her eyes glossed over in a bloodshed tint before she closed them coughing again. This felt worse then that one pandemic...what was it? Covid. There was a saying. 'Fuck covid' but honestly she would trade a terrible cough and fatigue any day then this feeling washing over her. Her body wasn't fighting it well. What the fuck did they do? She shook her head hearing the foot steps as she weakly withdrew her arm and tried to roll to the center of the room as she waited for the show to begin. -c

"This the test subject? The female-twin?" The scientist flipped through the papers and handed the clipboard to the guard staring at her subject. "He is going to be disappointed. Hell he's gonna loose his shit Who the fuck allowed this to happen? Her purpose is warfare not fucking experimenting. Bring me the fucking person responible. NOW!" the Scientist screeched at the guards who ran off. Clearly she was the one responsible for the cellmate 256. That what her creation. However she heard word that her clones have been cross treated with experimentation here at the pit. Bethany was going to find out who was responsible and end the loss of trillions from Umbrella Corps. Without a moment later the sargent that Kila told off was dragged to her feet. "Do you have any fucking idea what this is?" She pulled the gun to his forehead. "You fucking idiot." She barked at him as she didn't give him much time to respond she single shot to his forehead which dropped right beside Kila who was unable to speak at this time. -c

The scientist called two of her nurses. Who started taking vitals and intake around Kila. "Fever is 106. Heart rate is unreadable, but the blood pressure is normal." One of the nurses called out as they pulled back to have the the rolling cart come into the cellar and they moved out of the guards way to have them place Kila on the bed. "We need to monitor. I need a controlled variable. " The scient tapped her chin looking around as she noted some dust spray from under the bed and a small napkin swan as she glanced at the wall that separated Ellion and Kila. "The one on the other side of this wall. Bring him too. " She commanded and no one could question her as they opened the door to Ellions. -e

Judge: Elion sat down on his cot and put his hands on either side of him, gripping the metal of the cot but otherwise looking rather tame. They passed his cell and went straight for her. The lead of the little excursion was fuming. Someone had fucked up and they paid for it with their life. In the small confines of the lowest circle of hell, the shot rang out and echoed enough to make you deaf.

He was listening intently to the exchanges of people around him, information lodging in his brain without much thought to it. The most important information was that it sounded like she wasn't going to make it and his heart sank. Two guard showed up at his cell door shortly after that. She was being wheeled out on a bed when they ordered him to put his hands on the far wall and he only got a glimpse of her. Complying, he was handcuffed and dragged out behind her but they took a second elevator to one of the upper floors. Stripped of his jacket and hoody and shoes, he was tossed into a chair and strapped down near her.

Diitzy: The group had to be briefed about the next steps and everything had to be precise. Especially now that plans have changed and been interferred with. Bethany would be lead scientist and she had to fetch one hell of a doctor to fix this mistake. She was dialing numbers on her phone while the nurses strapped up the bed locking it down and wiring Kila up. Meanwhile two other nurses were obtaining samples from Elion. First, it was scrapes of his skin, others were plucks of his hair and then there was drawing of blood. Everything was being prepared for that plan that was being revised. Bethany left the room and the nurses followed it was just the two of them again. Kila's monitor beeped fast to her heart beat and vitals were shown. She was unconscious. This was probably the most she's ever been numerous times unconscious.

Her eyes flickered they were red-veined and pitch black, something out of an exorcist movie. "I thought hell would be a little hotter." She mumbled as she could see his shape through blurry lines. Everything in the room was pitch white, it was hard to adjust to being in total darkness. "I could never go to heaven with my record. Tell me are you God? I knew you were a fucking poser." She spoke in delusion, with a soft shift in the restraints she whispered again. "He told me his name. V is Elion. Remember remember the real name of Elion" She sang in the familiar cord from the movie. Gripping a fist as her heart slowed down to the thought of him.

Meanwhile, Bethany was locked and loaded with a full clinical and experimental staff. She had her commanding officers on the phone and the head of Umbrella Corp- Yes the head honcho to this terrible organization on the phone. "There has been a complication of Project Ace and Project -the static would cut off this conversation here from third perspective ears- They have been crossed over in one of the clones. Specifically the female twin of the original set of identical twins. Last reported the male twin was under Alexander. Sir, We need orders. Terminate or should I extract the serum?" Bethany took a breath and listened in on the little conference box as the group circled around it. "Alright, understood sir. For the future of Umbrella Corp." Bethany pushed the button as she looked around at her team. "We proceed with the new plan. Get me that work up of the male in the room with her and stabilize the fever. The body cannot fight off the outside pathogen. We must continue with the procedure."-e

Judge: Sitting pretty comfortably in the chair, this was most leisurely snatch from his cell he'd had so far. He made a fist when they searched for a vein, not that his veins were hard to find. Blood was collected in viles and compared to the other samples he'd given so many times before. While the leader of the operation was on a conference all in a adjoining room, he was left alone with her and she came through mumbling at first incoherently then saying things he didn't have replies for. Green eyes slid over to the heart monitor watching it slow considerably when she said his name. His only response to that was a soft, "Hi."

Judge: The nurse that had taken his vitals let herself into the room with others and informed Bethany that he was immune and apparently immune to several strands of the virus. She breath out a sigh of relief unable to hold back her happiness at the news. "So he's a carrier." She said happily. The nurse shook her head. "No ma'am. His body eats and destroys the virus. He has nothing to pass on." Bethany arched a brow, not expecting that response. "I see.." She said pensively. "Even better."

Diitzy: Bethany wrote the nurses response and new information down on the clipboard. "Yes, even better." She handed the clip board over to another scientist as she reached over to another syringe with phase two of Project Ace. "The generation of Ace has already gestated in triple the time frame for the female. No wonder the subject is burning a fever." Now that orders were made she had to desensitize from the fact she was her creation. Kila was never human but more than human. She was the perfect human with genetic mutation for weaponary response, but now times have changed she is a specimen no greater than a rat test. -c

"Prep for phase two. We only have such a small window till we lose the subject by lethal overgrowth. We will do a blood transfusion between the immune male and the subject." She written down her steps and glanced over at the clinical room between the two. There would be no need for comfort for Kila. It would be a waste of resources. It would be better to observe the threshold for pain over comfort and numbness. Kila was restrained and for the scientist who ran the cloning operation, she felt at this time that that would hold her down through the waves of the next generation. -c

Meanwhile in the room, Kila watched shadows move in and out of the room the only shadowy-blurred figure stayed in the chair beside her. She glanced over at him a few times he would say hi and she responded. "Hi back" Every time. Color was hard to form in black and white but she could see his eyes were green she often stared him to them the moments she was conscious. For the moment she had the comfort of his eyes, the calmer her pulse became and even her fever drop to a normal human fever of 101.0 F. "I remember you." She whispered through the course of fragmented thoughts. As she lifted her restrained wrist to move her finger at him to close the gap between them. Before a crowd started to enter the room with the scientist and leading Doctor behind her with a another large syringe while tubes were inserted into the man's vein connecting to her main artery vein on her neck. She was going to need a lot of blood and unfortunely the arm wasn't going to be enough. Normal arm veins need to circulate through to the heart then to the brain. For this procedure it would need direct access to the brain barrier and the heart. "Time is 20:06PM. We initiate phase two of Ace. Both test subjects are healthy and mortal. Proceed. " The nurse unhooked the metal cap from the needle and handled it to the doctor as they circled her which made Kila glance around feeling her heart speed up not seeing Elion near. Now with a bunch of people around her the overwhleming sensation of anxiety was climbing as she started growling and the vital monitor starting going of rapidly. "Restain and hold her down" The doctor slamed the girl down as he centered the needle to her heart. As Kila threatended simply. "I will murder the fuck out of all of you if you do this"-e

Judge: Eli lifted his pinky finger and curled it around her finger. He was the least he could do to comfort her while the virus ravaged through her body. The doctors weren't gonna do shit in that department, he knew that from experience. Measuring pain thresholds was something they took a devious pleasure in. His pain tolerance was extremely high and he hoped that whatever they were doing to him wasn't a meter for normal medical practices.
Judge: The doctors and nurses went about their setup forcing him to let go of her hand as they prepped him for the transfusion. He'd never so much as given blood before but his blood was universal untop of apparently being immune. Tilting his head back in the chair, he stared at the ceiling as they hooked him up, his eyes picking up on small labels and other bits and pieces of information that filed away for him. He pinched a key card off of one the doctors and pocketed it when Kila started to thrash.

They had strapped him down but one quick pull of his arm and the strap snapped, his arm weaving through the frustrated bodies to find her warmed skin. His fingers were rough, his knuckles crackled and scabbed over but they were light on her skin. “Behind this mask there is more than just flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea... and ideas are bulletproof.”

OddThomas: Zane hovered around Bea until she got to her feet and he stood with her, holding his hands out to catch her if she stumbled or fell. When Penny spoke, he shot her a glare. "Shut the fuck up." He snapped. Glancing back to Bea she seemed steady enough. His eyes shifted to the girl with them and then fell harshly on Penelope. "Stay here." Going back to the door, Zane pushed it open slowly. There was a short set of stairs a landing and another set of stair to a door. So far it was quiet. He had his gun in his hand and a knife in the back of his pants and hopefully it would be enough to get him through. Making it down the stairs, he opened the door to the private floor of the hospital and waited. Silence. That is, until the 'The Sound of Silence' the Penatonix version started up in his head. Lights were flickering along the wall and over head. Some shit was knocked over but for the most part it seemed quiet. Zane walked toward one of the maternity suites and pushed the door open. There was a large bed and a large "birthing tub" which was basically a jacuzzi and the bathroom was clear. This would do. Making his way back, he marked a few beds in other rooms and some other things that looked like they might come in handy but he made a beeline for the roof.

pixiemilk: Penny would glare to Zane as he told her to shut the fuck up, her jaw clenching a little on biting her tongue, not wanting to fuck up her new found freedom before she fully had a grasp of it. Bea looked up to Zane with a soft gaze, rubbing over his bicep as she mouthed ‘It’s okay.’ She didn’t want there to be even more conflict after the day they’ve already had. Bea sighed as Zane left her, not even having chance to tell him to stay safe, she glanced over the city and stayed quiet, watching over the stumbling bodies in the streets below them. Penny dumped the last few bags by the door before she walked over to join Bea, a constant frown on Penny’s thick eyebrows. “How do you know Zane, then?” Penny asked before launching her spit over the edge, which made Bea recoil in disgust, spitting needlessly was her pet peeve. “It’s none of your business.” Bea said quietly on folding her arms, not really wanting to discuss anything with the new woman that had somehow joined them for the ride. (c)
pixiemilk: Bea for some reason felt a pang of jealousy in her gut, why was this woman so interested in Zane. “How do you know him, well..His name at least?” Bea asked confrontationally on her eyes searching over her in a seething fashion, which would only spark a smirk to form on the corners of Penny’s lips. “Alex shared things with me about you all, I know that you’re his daughter, Trixie.” Penny shared on shifting her hands to her hips, Bea turned to face her, keeping her arms folded at her chest. “I’ve told you once before, this is your last warning. Do not, ever, call me Trixie.” Beas green eyes having an intense stare down of Pennys brown. “Ditto.” Zanes distantly approaching footsteps coaxed Bea to pull away from Pennys stare, moving from her to begin picking up the bags on assuming Zane had them sorted for a safe space, at least for the evening.

OddThomas: Zane caught the tail end of their conversation and his hand went against the back of Penny's head with a whack. "Quit calling ther that. Don't make me kill you. Get the bags." He was being completely serious with his threat but there was a sort of playfulness to his tone as if he were teasing his sister that came naturally when he was talking to Penny, again, whose name he didn't even know yet. He didn't know shit about her other than so far she'd kept her word and she took his attitude, which had him curious. Why was she sticking around? He tucked the gun into the back of his jeans and threw Daniel over his shoulder, flashing a smile to Claire and nodding for her to get close to Bea. He didn't pick up any bags, wanting to have at least one hand free in case he missed something but without much talk about he took lead and went back to the door, propping it open with his foot until they were close enough to come through.

pixiemilk: Pennys head would tilt forward on the whack to the back of her head, had she not needed them to help her stay safe for a short while, he would’ve squared up to him, instead she simply spoke with a lightly annoyed tone. “Yes, boss man.” Her hand coming to her forehead to mockingly salut to him before following his orders. Bea smiled to herself on Zane defending her against Penny, she heard her name when she first introduced herself but she didn’t respect her enough yet to address her by it. Bea motioned her head to the little girl for her to come over, smiling as she did so, her free hand resting on the girls shoulder to keep her close and safe should anything catch them off guard. Bea stepped carefully down the steps until they reached the maternity ward, some lights dimmed out but others were bright enough to keep everything illuminated enough, she lightly pat the girls back on speaking quietly. “Go find yourself a bed, see if you can get the best one.” She spoke with a playful tone near the end, wanting (c)
pixiemilk: the girl the feel comforted and playful with them. She wandered further in and dumped her bagged possessions on another bed opposite the way of the girl, sitting herself down on it with her hands in her lap as the day had began to dawn on her a little, her eyes misting over until she would pull her gaze up to the ceiling, blinking them away. Meanwhile Penny watched Zane carrying Daniel, he was strong, and she wasn’t far behind him as her own arms and build were quite muscular compared to the other two women in the bunch, she also stood a little taller than them. “Alex was pretty keen on Daniel, you know? His aim with her is..Well I suppose it was for his own gain more than anything but, he wanted to study how much the human brain could tolerate, being passed from one body to another, how it would recover..Probably also how fucked us the person would be over it too and if they had the strength and will power to survive it. That’s a powerful mind right there.” Penny said on her eyes looking to a sleeping (c)
pixiemilk: Daneil, then to Zane.

OddThomas: Zane dropped Daniel into a bed and wheeled it into the room with Bea, parking the bed beside her and smashing the break to keep it in place. After pulling a sheet over Daniel, he turned and watched the little girl bouncing on the bed across the hall. He wasn't sure how be felt about her being in a whole 'nother room, so he went and ran her bed around the room then into Bea's making the girl smile for the first time since they were forcefully introduced. But all this moving around and doing stupid shit was making the cuts along his side bleed all over again. Parking the girl in the room, Zane snorted at Penny. He pressed his hand to his side and kicked the door shut. "Okay, chatty Cathy. How about you tell me who the fuck you are, how the fuck you know me, and what the fuck you want. In that order. And leave out the fluff."

pixiemilk: Bea forced down her emotions on Zane rearranging the room with the beds, shifting on the one she planted herself on by tucking her legs up onto the mattress. Bea would smile to the girl as Zane moved her bed into her room, giving a small wave to the girl. Bea’s eyes caught a clipboard with paper and a pen attached to it, flipping over the paper she drew a grid for naughts and crosses. “Let’s play.” She said warmly to the little girl before landing her circle down randomly, their exchanges and laughs drowned out as Zanes attention turned to Penny, her eyes darting from his face to his side where his blood seeped between his fingers, her captain obvious nature shoving his barrage of questions to the back of her mind as her index finger pointed to the obvious, which Zane clearly was fully aware of. “You’re bleedin’.” She paused for a minute on his questions returning to the forefront of her mind. “I’m Penelope, but Penny works too.” Her goldfish brain decided now was the best time to take in the environment (c)
pixiemilk: picking up an abandoned half eaten protein bar from the table and taking a bite, speaking through her chews. “Alex told me about you-..Mm, I want to stay with you guys for a while, until I find my bearings with the world as it currently is. I’ve not seen daylight for years, so..I just need time to gather my bearings and I’ll be outta your way, was your mom called Molly by the way?” She asked as if it was a seemingly random question, but she didn’t know how much he knew and wanted to gauge it out.

OddThomas: Zane moved over and stood beside the bed where Bea was sitting. He should have been cleaning his wounds and tending to his shit but he just needed a minute. She was playing a game with the girl and he couldn't help but lean over and kiss the back of her head while he tried not to let Penelope's randomness frustrate him. She wasn't nearly as beat to hell as they were. Zane had energy from all the carnage but a day full of relevations, literally painful relevations had worn him down. And it seemed like Penelope was part of this increasingly annoying puzzle that was unfolding around him. Life was simpler when Bea had withdrawls and he was still mad and Daniel for being a dick. That seemed like forever ago and it was literally less than a week. [c]
OddThomasOddThomas : He groaned when Penelope made mention of him bleeding and almost snapped at her but ended up watching her pick up an old protien bar and eat it. At least his social skils were somewhat higher than that. She vaguely reminded him of Kila. The thought had him up and moving. He started to go through the bags until he found the one with the shit he stole from Alexander's office. Putting on Alexander's watch, Zane listened to Penny while he took out thet tablet and turned it back on. [c]
OddThomas: Sitting on the floor, he looked up at Penny. She hadn't told him anything he really wanted to know other than there was a high chance he would be rid of her at some point. Of course, didn't know she was killer like he was and he might have felt differently about her if he did. Her question made him frown. He didn't know anything about his parents. He didn't know that he didn't have parents, that he'd incubated in a lab somewhere. He did have a foster mother named Molly for a while but that was none of her business so he just grunted and clicked through the tablet but that didn't last long. Exhaustion had finally found its foothold. He put the tablet back and stood up, "Okay, that's enough of the Q and A. Go find a place to sleep." He said, going into the bathroom.[e]

oCoffee  Working within an urban neighborhood you see a lot of things. Those on drugs frozen in place leaned over, gang warfare puts so much metal into young teens these days you begin to lose count; so many innocent lives get taken away so when the apocalypse had followed suit? It was just another day. Enzo was a quiet man, he worked within the Emergency medical services certified and qualified with the honorifics needed to save the lives of the street crazed civilians. He often worked the night shift, security had often been furloughed from the lack of funding so the young man had keys to the facility. He had turned the break room into his own, the young man was tossing darts into a dart board as the battery powered lantern flickered weakly. On the wall had tally marks of days he had been hiding out, the numbers too high to count. He was afraid of the undead, and rescue never came.. Then, from the silence the sound of the helicopter's blades ripping through the air would resound through the majority of the city. His face would light up, he’d thought help had arrived. He’d begin to place his things on, his iron maiden sweatpants; his T-shirt and an over head sweater followed suit. His braids bounced from the sudden movements as his pink rubber bands were freshly placed. Then lastly, his bulletproof vest. Working in one of the worst parts of town they were issued police grade body armor, custom made for EMS workers containing various pockets. Insulin pumps, Steroid injections, adrenaline stims, first aid kit attachment, flash light, and so on. He picked up his licensed handgun scanning over the clip, placing it back in he’d make sure safety was on and tucked it within his vest. Then over his shoulder he’d quickly fetch his med bag, never leaving without it. Then lastly, his skateboard. Like a giddy child he’d try to make his way to the roof but it seemed he was too slow. The helicopter seemed to have been whirring away and his panic settled in. “No.. No no no..” Then following the sound of people.. One? Two? No.. Three? That was enough to send Enzo into fear quickly hiding behind a wall his heart would begin to beat. Were they military? Could bandits have hijacked a helicopter? He’d decide to sneak. Get closer and investigate the group prior to his introduction. There were four in the room he had deducted, another injured in the bed he assumed.. Was he bit? As Zane began exiting to find a bathroom, Bea played doctor with the other girl. He’d lower his mask, exposing his face he’d inhale slightly; then coming into frame he’d keep his hands in the air skateboard adorning one of them. The proud EMS patch on his vest would have reflectors making it easy to see between the few. “I don’t suppose.. You’re the rescue team?” He’d announce his presence hoping he wouldn’t get popped.  

pixiemilk: Bea smiled on feeling the tender kiss Zane placed on the back of her head, the sudden peace of the room relaxing her, at least up until Pennys voice began, she drowned it out by focusing back on the game with the girl, not caring for a thing Penny had to say since she’d rubbed her the wrong way several times. Penny watched Zane on speaking, raising her brow to the loot he’d managed to leave with, she was impressed he’d thought to gather those things up and take them with him. His grunt made her laugh through her chews, not that she found it funny to wind him up, but he reminded her of herself. “But you-“ She said on attempting to follow after him to the bathroom until a stranger had stepped out, the protein bar instinctively flinging from her hand, aiming it at his forehead before her brain kicked in on finding her stance, her fists balled up near her chest defensively, her reactions entirely instinctive and programmed into her. She glared the non threatening man down on a frown before leaning in a little (c)
pixiemilk: to the side of Zane. “You know this guy?” She quizzed as if he somehow knew this man from a prior exchange.

OddThomas: Two minutes. He just needed two minutes with Penny talking and shit going sideways. A new person in group always made things tense all over again. Zane groaned as Penny followed him to the bathroom but her words cutting off made him look up. A protein bar came flying and he pulled his gun from his back holding the barrel to the side of the guy's head. He was standing along the side of him inside the bathroom just inside the door to the room. He couldn't see Penny but she could probably see the end of his gun. "Does it look like I fucking know him?" He snapped. "Did you just throw a protien bar? Great, at least he's not fucking hungry anymore. Good job." This was not doing anything for Zane's decision to lose her in the nearest crowd. [c]
OddThomas: More than annoyed, Zane turned his attention to the stranger in the room. He had a child and lover and a best friend to protect. This was the boat all over again except head shooting this guy wasn't going to be as clean of a kill. This one had come into the room hands up already which made Zane feel like he was less likely to kill him immediately but people surprise you. Then the man's question sank in. Zane huffed. "No one is coming to save you, so drop that hope. You'll live longer. Well... Maybe. Who the fuck are you?"[e]

oCoffee  The protein bar struck true slapping against his head he’d offer a reactive- “Ow- What.. What the hell was that?” He’d look down, glancing at the protein bar and he'd laugh as he tried to keep his hands up weakly. “Was that a granola bar? It better have not been a good flavor.” He’d state in an annoyed tone as he started lowering his hands hoping he was not being stood up by any other weapons or deadly projectiles such as the protein bar. As he heard the gun click his hands went back up not relaxing as his breath hitched slightly, not everyday he had a gun pointed at his head; he needed to take a deep inhale to catch his breath so he wouldn’t stutter. “I’m Enzo, I’m an EMS worker stationed here.. I’ve been hiding here for a few weeks now thinking the government would.. Fix all this..” He’d hoped him being a civil service worker would offer ease to the group. He saved lives for a living afterall.

pixiemilk: Penny would look to Zane as he pulled the gun, had she had one she likely would’ve reacted the same instead of using the chewed protein bar as a form of quick defence. Zanes words echoing around the bathroom hit Beas ears, she loved his annoyed wit probably too much as it made her smile, but decidedly keeping her nose out of the business as she knew Zane could handle it on his own, he didn’t need anyone for backup. Penny shot her gaze to the man as he spoke on the protein bar, then looking to Zane. “See, he is fucking interested in the protein bar after all- What?” She halted on looking back to the stranger, raising her brows in a form of silent judgement on him, wagging her index finger from her fist at him to shun him. Zane taking the gun to the strangers head bought Pennys defence back up, almost like she bounced off of his mood and energy. As the man introduced himself she relaxed a little, her tense arms easing up a little at her sides. “An EMS?..” Penny asked with intrigue before she pointed at (c)
pixiemilk: Zanes bloodied side on “He’s bleedin’. Fix that.” She demanded seemingly having a protective streak in her for him. “Tell me what you need if you don’t got it and where to find it, I feel a charley horse comin’ on and I need to move around.”

OddThomas: Exasperated, Zane lowered his gun and tucked it away. "Now, more than ever before FUCK the government, my guy." The dude seemed harmless enough not that Zane was completely cool with him but he had the same grace as Penny did -- so long he didn't do anything Zane would leave him be. Then Penny butted in again and Zane narrowed his eyes at her. "Like I said... good fucking job." He said mockingly. He couldn't shake the feeling of her being like an annoying little sister to him. Even her trying to protect him bothered him. He really didn't want to be touched by anyone but the cuts on his side were pretty deep. Snatching a towel off the little hanger in the room, he soaked it in water and wiped his side down. There was nothing tender about it, not like he treated Bea. He got himself clean but the blood was still running a bit, though thinner and slower.

oCoffee  “Bleeding?” He’d lower his hands as Zane placed the gun away, a sigh of relief as he placed his skateboard on his hook behind his vest. Laughing at his words, his paycheck often had Enzo saying that to himself at times. “If you don’t get it cleaned up at the very least it can get inflicted.. You came here for a reason right?” He’d glance over to Zane trying to see his wound he didn’t follow too closely but it was instinctive to help, thanking the others for not going crazy on 'em’ he’d pushed a little more. “Let me take a look.. During that time you all can update me on what’s been going on out there?” He’d look back toward the few within the room, he had been cooped up the majority of the time so he was ignorant to the world.

pixiemilk: Penny would silently mimic Zanes ‘Good fucking job’, her eyes studying the man as he asked to take a look over Zane. She would vacate the bathroom on a smile that the newcomer was there to aid Zane and his wound, passing by Bea and the kid as she pulled up a chair beside Daniels bed, her own eyes closing for a while. Bea didn’t acknowledge Penny as she walked by, only glancing over her shoulder to see her sit by Daniels bedside for a moment, on returning her gaze ahead the kid was asleep in the bed, making her smile softly on picking up the clipboard and moving it from her bed. She got up and headed to the bathroom, resting her head on the doorframe as she watched the new man examine Zane. “You’re that charming you make friends everywhere you go, huh?” She would playfully tease him, hoping to lift his spirits a little at least.

OddThomas: They had come there for several reason but probably not the one he thought and Zane wasn't about to tell him that. He just nodded, giving his side one last swipe before giving up on the blood stopping and throwing the towel in the sink. When Enzo offered to take a look, Zane stepped back and dropped his ass onto the closed toilet seat, clearly resigned to the fate of having the three deep, maybe two inch, gashes just below his ribs doctored. He took the gun out of his waisband and held it just because it was uncomfortable to sit on. The knife he had on him was running the length of his waistband and less bothersome. Penny disappeared from the doorway and Bea appeared making him smile. It didn't even falter with her teasing him. "You know me," He was going to call her baby but then decided he didn't want this guy knowing who held weight with him just yet. "I'm never so rich as to throw away a friend."

AshDunn  There was something odd about Daniel's slumber. She dazed in and out, enough to catch wind of what was going on after having packed her bag back in Tate's room. Her eyes would flutter open momentarily on the helicopter, catching a glance of the new woman, but in her sleep, she'd have brief fllashbacks to moments of lucidity back at the facility. A vision of a doctor over her, needle to her lips... Another with her head leaned back against a sink, hair being dyed. Throughout all the recollections, there was a voice emitting from somewhere in the room, repeating the words. "Ashley Dunn". Another moment of awakeness saw her on the roof of the hospital, backs being unloaded from a helicopter before her eyes fluttered awake once more, catching wind that she was in a hospital bed. Her mind raced for a second, wondering if she had been injured or worse, but upon the lack of pain she felt and the awareness of the situation, her mind calmed a little bit. Turning over, Daniel noticed Penelope sitting in a chair beside her, giving her a quick look over before she pulled the covers off herself. She hadn't payed much mind to the kid, considering they were in a hospital it could have been anyone's. Peeling herself off the bed, she felt her heels click against the floor and sighed. She caught the bag she packed in her peripheral, looking down at herself for a split second before deciding she was going to find a bathroom and get changed. Heels echoing throughout the room, she snagged her back off the floor and entered the hall, finding a bathroom.

oCoffee  “Well then, as your new friend? I want to get your wounds patched up before you turn into one of those geeks.” Enzo had nicknamed them such as he knelt down to Zane, a bit worried he'd lost a lot of blood and was losing his balance. Luckily for the meantime he had his medbag, opening it up he’d begin unzipping and unlatching a few things. “Can you at least tell me how long you’ve had it like this?” He’d sterilize first, cleaning hands with the sanitizing wipes and drops; placing the plastic gloves on. Then he’d place a mask on, Enzo made funny faces when he had done his work; so he rather not be made fun of at the moment while tending his wounds. He’d not touch Zane at all yet, respecting boundaries he knew the code. “Do you give me permission to help you out?” He’d ask kindly, awaiting his response.

pixiemilk: Bea rubbed over her arm bashfully on Zanes smile to her, glad she could manage to pull one out of him, she could tell by his eyes shifting between her and the new man he didn’t want to let on too much about them all, giving a knowing nod in his direction in agreement. “Wow, that sounded extremely Dickensian.” Her British accent sounding all the more charming on the sentence. She would wince for a moment and shift her hand to her head, the assault still a blur to her, Enzos question had her pulling a face behind his back. “I’m sure suing you for medical negligence isn’t very high on his political agenda; Sir.” Bea couldn’t help but retort to the question before her neck craned in Daniels direction on hearing her heels. “Sleeping beauty has risen!” She called out to her melodically on a smirk.

OddThomas: "They're knife wounds." Zane said. It was a means to ease his mind about him turning but it came out kinda flat. His exhaustion driven attitude only letting up so much. He watched as the guy, Enzo, get himself ready. It was actually extremely lucky to have someone around that could take care of all their cuts and bruises. He was about to tell him to get on with it when Bea spoke again. "I dunno about that, but it's from my favorite movie about drag queens." He said with a laugh that died when he caught her wincing. Zane shot to his feet, remembering Bea's head injury. "Wait." He said to Enzo, "Check her head first." He wedged his way out of the bathroom as Daniel left the room. "Hey, fuckface, don't go far. I'm tired." He called behind her. The floor was safe when they came down here but he didn't know where Enzo had come from or if he'd clocked his exits while doing it. An annoyed sigh left him but it didn't matter much now because he needed to go downstairs anyway. [c]
OddThomas: Turning to Bea, he slinked his fingers under her bangs and pushed her hair back, looking at the gash along her hair line. "You need to sit. I'll go find us some food and something to drink." There had to have been some vending machines around and this luxury floor might even have had a kitchen tucked in some dark corner with things he could raid. Bending down, Zane picked up the discarded protien bar and flicked it at Penelope. "Get up. I need you." [e]

oCoffee  Enzo would begin to chuckle at Bea’s words, shaking his head he’d respond with a - “Fair point.. Bad habit.. Anyway.” He’d look toward Zane, watching him come to a stand he’d raise his brow; if he could walk then the wounds weren’t entirely lethal. He’d then stand, lifting the strap of his bag he’d make his way over to the woman he gestured too. “So are you gonna walk away also?” He’d jest, placing the bag down as he wondered what in hells did they go through; but he’d have to earn their trust first before they’d go spilling their hearts.

pixiemilk: Bea would flinch on Zane getting to his feet, it wasn’t a wince of fear but of concern, her eyes studying him as if trying to notice if he was hurt elsewhere just now by Enzo caring for him. Her brows knit a little on Zane prioritising her over him, shaking her head softly in a little protest before he words began, quickly shut down as he insisted Enzo checked her head. “I’m fine It’s only-“ Her posture slouched against the door frame a little on her losing the minor battle with Zane. She would gaze up at him as he slid his fingers under her hairline, even the delicate brushing over her bangs to pull them back made her wince and the wound throb. She couldn’t argue against it, knowing Zane would forcibly hold her down if he had to on wanting her to be checked okay, she instead whispered. “Okay..Thank you.” She fidgeted on resisting kissing him in front of Enzo before he left her side to find Penny. Bea gestured for Enzo to return to his spot in front of the closed toilet seat, perching herself down upon it (c)
pixiemilk: her hand reached up to hold her bangs out of the way for him, nipping at her lip as she felt the sting of the gash pulling open a little more on her grasp. Penny snorted on feeling the small weight of the protein bar hit her face, startling her out of her sleep. She gazed up to Zane silently for a moment, her brain taking a few seconds to kick into gear that she had people with her now. Drool glistened at the corner of her lips and down her chin, bringing her palm to her face to wipe it away before she spoke. “You ruined the good part of my dream.” She spoke groggily, a little disgruntled as she couldn’t help but flip him off on a frown before getting over herself and finding her feet, patting herself down to double check she had her butterfly knife and bladed glove. “What’s going on now?” She asked cautiously before glancing over the empty bed beside her. “Is Daniel okay?” Slipped from her lips on concern.

AshDunn  "Yeah, yeah..." She muttered in response to Bea, clearly feeling uneasy about her sleep and how her mind raced during it. "I'm going to change and piss." Daniel replied to Zane. She walked down the hall, a sway in her hips as she checked her lefts and rights until she found the bathroom. After walking in, she'd slump her back on the floor, sifting through it for some clothes and pulling out some of the clothes so that she could change. Alexander's men hadn't left her with anything she'd enjoy wearing, but after looking at herself in the bathroom mirror, she decided she was going to wash what felt like a pound of makeup off her face. After some time of fighting with her clothes, she was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans, a grey top and a pair of heels. Her clothes hugged her form tightly, leaving little to the imagination but it was what she was left with. Her hair had gotten scrambled in the process, but she let it be, exiting the bathroom.  

oCoffee  Getting adjusted beside Bea he’d remove a mini flashlight, his hands gently brushing her bangs up as his opposite hand flicked it on; getting a good look while he spoke in a casual tone. “Whatever you hit, or hit you.. Got you good. Hopefully they got a lot worse.” He’d state as he lowered the flash light, getting a small velcro strap he’d brush her bangs back again and would hold it up with the strap to give him space to work. First things first, he wanted to get it cleaned up. “This is gonna burn a lot.” He’d warn as he’d first cleaned it with distilled water bottled within the med bag, then followed suit with the liquid solvent to disinfect the wound. His arm instinctively went to guard, as he’s been punched many times when the burn had kicked in.  

OddThomas: Zane snatched one of those self ashesive bandages out of Enzo's bag and ripped it open, slapping it over his wounds while he waited for Penny to get her barrings. He hadn't responded to Daniel because there was no need too. Neither of them were morning people and Daniel had been sleeping a lot more lately. Whatever they had done to her was fucking her up good. He rubbed his hand over the bandage. It got pink with blood almost immediately but it would do. Watching as Enzo took care of Bea, Zane said to Penny. "We need to make a supply run. You're coming with me." Again he'd ignored another question. He didn't know where Penny's concern for them came from. Maybe she felt close to them like they were characters in her favorite story book since apparently she'd heard a lot about them. Maybe she was like him and attached a protective film to people pretty quickly. Right now though, he didn't care even if he understood to some extent.[c]
OddThomas: Daniel came back, heels clicking the tile of the floor and Zane winced at the sound. "I dunno what's going on with your feet." He said referencing her struggle to go from barbie to human earlier, "but you can't wear those. You'll get us killed. At the very least you're going to break your fucking ankle and those that fall behind get left behind." Even saying it, he knew it wasn't true. After all, he'd carried her unconscious body all this way and taken a beating to go find her in the first place. Shoving that aside, he stepped out of the room and looked around, waiting for Penny to join him. Vending machines and a kitchen. His gun tapped at the side of his leg. He was fidgeting with adrenaline.[e]

pixiemilk: Bea would offer a welcoming smile to the new man sat before her, she didn’t want him to feel like an outsider so she introduced herself. “I’m Bea by the way.” Her eyes squinting a little on the brightness of the flashlight being aimed at her face before he moved it to her hairline to get a good look. His words caught her breath in her throat, flashes of her father grabbing the ashtray just before it made contact with her head filled her mind, making her eyes a little misty on the fact he was right, he did get worse. A tear rolled down her cheek as she inhaled deeply before she spoke. “Yeah-..Yeah they did.” Her voice quiet, and a little shaky with emotion. She pulled her hand into her lap as he strapped her bangs out of her face, giving an understanding nod to him as he mentioned the all familiar burn she had felt earlier when Zane cleaned it immediately after, it made her practically leap from his lap in search of respite. Her toes curled from the pain, her fists balling up on her breathing becoming (c)

pixiemilk: shaky as she kept her pained noises in the recesses of her throat. Penny nodded to Zane confidently, ‘A supply run, should be easy enough right?’ She thought to herself. She would rub her neck a little tense that Daniel wasn’t in her sights until the sound of heels invaded her ears, coaxing her to smirk as Zane commented on it. Her eyes followed her as she walked past, half tempted to follow behind until Zane began moving out of the room, her head tilting back annoyed on her having to follow him instead of staying with Daniel. She walked the hall, the lights occasionally flickering outside of the room they were all residing in. She slipped her glove over her hand and waved it in the air to the signs as she spoke. “Kitchen is the end of the hall then right by the looks. Should be quieter than us smashing up the vending machines.”

AshDunn  Daniel's cheeks were red in embarassment as she saw Zane in the hall. When he spoke to her, she sighed. "I fucking can't. They did something to my feet." She replied, having half a mind to ask him why he was in such a mood, but the other half understood. A lot had happened, and it was probably getting to him. Daniel's eyes shifted to Penelope for a moment. though despite her usual demeanour, she didn't make a comment or even look her over. Daniel shook her head and made way to the room, feeling completely imasculated. "You okay?" Daniel asked Bea, tugging at her top to try and hide what she could as she noticed the medic giving Bea a hand. Daniel had been pushing a lot to the back of her mind, including the fact that pulling her off the island had ruined her chances at any form of a return to normalcy. Nonetheless, she seemed to bottle it up well at the time.  

oCoffee  Enzo had noticed had reaction upon his remark, he’d frown slightly as he didn’t mean to bring up any bad memories. He’d clear his throat slightly as he’d respond with- “I’m Enzo.” He’d then get the laceration kit for the gash, after it had dried he’d place it on the tighten the wound; let it seal slightly for now before anything extreme like stitching would be required. Then as the few left for a supply run he’d glance toward Bea. “Is.. Is it always this tense?” He’d ask in a whisper tone, hoping a fight wouldn’t break out amongst them; that would make him panic. He’d then look over to Daniel as he offered a wave, introducing himself again - “I’m Enzo. She’ll be fine, I’ll give it a day or two and if it doesn’t close up with the strips then I’ll use stitching.” Then if bea allowed, he’d do one final test. He’d get the flashlight, having followed the light with her eyeballs he’d test her response to see if the wound had any consequences he could warn her about. Balance issues, Feinting, things to keep note of after a head wound. “Is anyone else hurt?”

pixiemilk: Bea kept herself as still as she could as he worked on managing her wound, the odd uncomfortable sensations sending her to wriggle on the toilet lid a few times before he had finished, at least for now. His question drawing her mind away from the throbbing of her freshly cleaned wound. “Sometimes..A lot has happened to all of us, we-..We have individual issues going on and then group issues, like now we are..Well..Destitute.” She kept herself vague on purpose, her eyes pulling from Enzo to Daniel in the doorway, giving a gently nod on a smile. “As okay as I can be..” She responded before Enzo explained about her condition. “How about you, Daniel?” She asked curiously, knowing she probably felt about the same as the rest of them, pretty down and out but having to continue on because they had no other choice. Bea’s eyes followed the light as best as they could, perhaps a little delayed due to her concussion. “Zane has his side injury, did you get hurt Daniel?” She quizzed curiously on still following the (c)
pixiemilk: beaming light in her eyes, she wanted them all to be in the best shape they possibly could now they were in the city, anything could come knocking at their door at any given time, they didn’t have the protection of guards outside their doors 24/7 anymore.

AshDunn  "About the same here." Daniel replied to Bea asking how she was. Daniel would lean her shoulder against the wall, shaking her head. "Zane can't stop getting himself hurt. We need to chill out and find somewhere to camp out. I'm fine." She replied, as if she could find them that place. That was unlikely. She also probably wasn't fine, but at least no injuries. When Enzo had turned to her and introduced himself, she nodded in return. "I'm Daniel." She replied, the name would clearly ring oddly considering her appearance. "That's good, hopefully no need for stitches. Were you hiding out here alone?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at Enzo. Having been passed out, she hadn't realized how he entered the group. Also, she was doing due diligence in checking if they were alone.

oCoffee  “I was until you all showed up. I had a radio working for a bit and they swore help was on the way. But from the way you’re all speaking it seems we’re all on our own.” He’d close up the medical bag slowly as he conversed between the few. After patching up all the pockets he’d toss the satchel strap over his neck as he stood up. “What do you think we will do next..? Assuming you’ll let me tag along..” He’d mumble the last portion as he had just invited himself, not having seen someone in weeks had made him a bit worried and knowing no help was arriving? No way he wanted to be alone anymore.

OddThomas: Zane wanted to make the run quick. Penny pointing out where the kitchen was allowed him to do that and he was grateful but he wasn't about to pet her and tell her she was pretty just yet. Maybe after a nap. God, he needed a nap. The emotion repression of the older generations was starting to make sense to him. When you were on high alert all the time, just trying to survive there was no time to talk shit out. It made you a huge ball of tense energy and anger started to lead the way. He blew out air through his nose at the thought. This was not the world he wanted to bring a child into. He was moving quickly but quietly, his eyes scanning corners and shadows but so far they were okay. He paused in front of the double swinging doors of the kitchen, looking through the little window. Nothing moved. Still though, he reached behind him and took the knife instead of the gun and pushed the door open, motioning for Penny to take lead at this point.

pixiemilk: Bea gave a knowing nod to Daniel, a gaze of empathy following the small gesture on knowing how she felt. “Zane will never chill out..That’s where we have to comprise. He cares so much about all of us, so I guess the best thing we can do is stay as safe as we possibly can for his sake..” She chewed her lower lip guiltily, knowing she was probably the main contributor to his stress. She got up from the toilet as Daniel and Enzo spoke amongst themselves, dusting herself off as though the blood stains on her dress would magically vanish with the swipe of her hands. Bea couldn’t even begin to think on where they were going next, her brain felt as fried as she physically felt. “I need a lie down..” She said softly on leaving the two in the bathroom, heading for the bed and laying herself down, yanking the sheets over herself to cocoon herself in. Meanwhile Penny walked alongside Zane toward the kitchen, peeking through the window in the other door as he did on his side. Penny glanced to Zane then back to the (c)
pixiemilk: window, the stopping and cautiousness being monotonous to her. On his gesture for her to take the lead she did, pressing her back into the door to open it and step inside, it seemed a little too quiet until a snarl caught her attention in the corner, out of view of the windows they had been glancing into. The walker ran at her, her moves swift as she unapologetically forced the blades on her glove into the side of its head, she wasn’t phased, startled, panicked or bothered even, it was nothing more than buttering a sandwich to her. “I think we’re good.” She said glancing over her shoulder to Zane.

AshDunn  "Yeah, you're probably right." Daniel replied to Bea. As Enzo spoke, she noticed Bea get up and make her way out. "Rest up... You probably need it." Daniel said genuinely before she brought her attention back to Enzo. "That's not up to me... But you took care of Bea. That'll do you good with Zane. Where I think we'll go next? No fucking clue. But, if you were able to stay cooped up in here the last couple of weeks without any trouble, maybe hospitals aren't so bad? Doesn't seem like there's too much danger here. Just, maybe, eventually running out of food." She shrugged, turning around and making her way over to one of the visitor's seats near a small table in the hospital room. She'd plop down onto it, resting her feet before leaning back into the seat and looking at Enzo. "Got any booze here?"

oCoffee  “There’s many floors but I was too afraid to go trying to clear all of them. Just enough for me to coast by.” Enzo then offered a thought at the mention of booze, he’d then remember- “Doctor Blizzard, he always had a bottle of whiskey in his desk on this floor.” He’d then step over where she sat as he then pointed to the direction the office had been. “Just.. Only one problem though.” He’d decide to wait until they got closer if she followed. He’d walk either way. He’d begin to narrate his first arrival as they grew closer to the office. “I just found her like this. Looked like she had a bullet wound to the head but somehow managed to have enough brain to come back as one of those things. She just roams the office now, but I can easily see the bottle from the windowed door.” And finally as they reached the doorway he’d place a finger to his lips as he went to hush slightly, lowering himself he’d peek through the doors top glass frame to watch as the undead doctor stared at the wall unmoving. Almost as if it got tired walking around the office.  
oCoffee: In her desk * ]

OddThomas: And there it was. Zane finally got to see Penny in action. She would be useful. Maybe he could sew her mouth shut while she slept. What a beautiful, poorly written Deadpool she'd make. Okay, he really needed sleep. "Thank fuck it wasn't a protien bar." He said in a very round about compliment to her skills. Looking around the room, that last kitchen worker seemed to be all they had to contend with. Good. There were other bodies around as he moved around the room but they didn't twitch or wiggle so he left them as he made his way to the fridges in the back of the room. Jackpot. Bottles of expensive water and powerade. He grabbed a plastic crate used for cleaning glasses in mass and started to fill the slots with drinks. Then he started to open cabinets and cupboards looking for the non-parishables to toss on top of the crate. When it was full, he tucked it under his arm and looked around for Penny, ready to leave. Ready to get back to the room, lock them all in and bed down for a while. If she wanted him to stop being a prick, she'd be ready to get a move on too.

pixiemilk: Penny raised a brow to Zane. “Hey it fuckin’ stunned the dude for like-..A solid two seconds okay? Don’t hate the game.” She spoke with a playful tone through a smirk, they seemed to have a moment where they began to tolerate one another, it felt more familiar to her likely than it did to him as she remembered the short periods of him staying at the Damaris estate and the very few chances she was allowed out to play with them as a small kid. She stepped over some of the bodies, prodding others with the toe of her boot to ensure they truly were dead as Zane began to gather up supplies. She bit her tongue on wanting to tell him the truth, but he seemed run down enough already, she decided she could discuss everything with him tomorrow. “Got your purse too?” She teased on a soft nudge to him before holding the door open for him, acting chivalrous.

AshDunn  As Enzo pointed out towards the office, she turned her head, looking in the direction until he had entered her vision once again, starting to make his way there. Begrugingly, Daniel stood up, following him as he spoke. Once they had arrived at Dr. Blizzard's office, she peaked throught he door's glass after him and her eyes widened. She kept quiet as per his instruction, but turned to Enzo and whispered. "Well, fuck." She had even noticed the bottle, and she contemplated sneaking in, only to chicken out. "Yeah, fuck that..." She muttered, taking baby steps away from the door as to not cause too much noise. Shaking her head, she'd turn back towards the room they were in just moments before, walking at a normal pace with a sway in her hips. She spoke out, loud enough for Enzo to hear if he followed. "The radio you had... Did you ever get any contact on it? Anyone try to reach out?" Daniel asked. Once she had reached the entrance to the room, she chose to keep the conversation outside of it, leaning her back against the wall in the hall way after shutting the door so that the kid and Bea could rest in relative peace.  

oCoffee  “Just in case anyones desperate enough for a drink.” He’d snicker quietly before the mention of the radio, he offered a nod. “At first, yes. But after a week? Everything went silent. I need a new power source to get it started again if you plan on trying to use it..” He’d scratch the back of his head slightly, finally they had gotten back and Enzo looked toward Daniel. “I”m gonna rest for now until plans get rolling.. If anyone needs to be patched up, just wake me up; I wanna preserve as much energy as I can.”  

OddThomas: As tension eased off his shoulder a bit, Zane managed a weak chuckle. He walked through teh door and back toward the room in time to see Enzo and Daniel walking way from an office where a zombie was staring at the wall. He stopped and closed his eyes, exhaling frustration then just kept walking. The zombie was contained for the moment so he let it go. When he walked back into the room he said over his shoulder to Penny, "Block the door and lock it." Bea was in bed, a little bump under white sheets with her dreads betraying her. Claire was still asleep too and apparently now so was Enzo. Thank fuck. He put the crate down on the table and took out a bottle of powerade cracking it open and downing the contents. Setting the bottle aside he opened another and walked over to bed where Bea was. Sitting on the bed, his hand smoothed over her arm as he looked up to Daniel. "I just grabbed a bunch of shit. Soup, fruit, tuna.. I think. Eat something." Turning his attention to Bea, he peeled the sheets back and brushed the back of his fingers along her cheek. "Hey, you. I brought you something."

pixiemilk: On a rare instance Penny would faintly smile that she made him chuckle, even if it was weakly. She typically didn’t care for humouring people, or their opinions of her, but for some reason Zane and Daniels opinions of her she held in high regard, maybe it was because of all the stories Alexander shared with her about them, their hardships through umbrella resonating with her although she always would just agree with Alexander on his distaste for them simply to placate him and make her life easier. She walked with Zane and raised a brow to watching Enzo and Daniel at the door to the office directly at the entrance to the maternity ward. Her curiosity made her crane her neck to gaze in at the zombie for a moment, then glancing over Enzo and Daniel before Zane caught her attention. She would nod and get to gathering things they didn’t need to block the door with. Bea slept soundly despite her limbs subtly twitching now and then on her deep sleep, her mind reeling the events even in her unconsciousness, his (c)
pixiemilk: touch on her arm not even stirring her. Her lashes fluttered on blinking herself awake to the sound of his voice and warmth of his fingers against her cheek, shifting herself against the mattress to sit up a little, his presence evoking a smile onto her lips. “Hey..Where’d you go?” She quizzed taking her knuckles to her eyes, the dried scabs on them scratching her and making her wince.

AshDunn  "Rest up." Daniel replied to Enzo as he headed off to one of the hospital beds. As Zane and Penny arrived back, she entered the room, taking her seat back at the visitor's chair and grabbed an apple from the provisions Zane had brought back after he told her to eat. She was struggling with keeping her cool. Being pulled off that island was her only way out of her shitshow of a situation, but she did understand why Zane did it. She bit into the apple, looking over Penny briefly . "So, what's the plan? How long are we staying here, and where are we going?" Daniel asked, low enough in volume as to not wake anyone up. She directed the question at both Zane and Penny. It seemed to her that they were the best equipped to survive.

DaxtenX: Anne would have been making her way through the floor level as it slowly filled with smoke, she coughs heavily. Still making her way through when suddenly a room next to her explodes, sending her flying and slamming against the other wall. She’s immediately knocked out from this, passing out as the fire continues to rage throughout the floor level. She isn’t sure how long she’d been knocked out for, all she knows is by the time she wakes up, the building is practically ready to collapse. The fire and smoke all around her, making it unbearable to breathe, impossible even. She pushes herself up, groaning in pain and gasping and coughing, she looks all around, the metal walls seemed to have malfunctioned as the nearby window was now in view. She pushes herself up the rest of the way, hearing a crack above her causes her to look up in shock. Watching as the roof was beginning to collapse, she quickly shoots up and makes a dive at the window. Breaking through the glass and going flying (C)
DaxtenX: out the building that was now thankfully back on the ground of the island. Though it doesn’t make her tumble any less painful, slamming into the ground and tumbling across the island ground. She screams out in pain as she finally comes to a stop, rolling over and seeing a piece of glass lodged into her shoulder. She attempts to catch her breath again as she gasps, her hand shakily reaching up and wrapping around the shard of glass. Her screams echoing throughout what was now a mostly empty island, not that she was aware of that. Once she’s successfully pulled it out she pants heavily, sitting up and letting her blurry teary eyed gaze flicker over to the building. The entire thing emitting smoke as she mumbled a faint no, pushing herself to get to her feet, hearing as the building's alarms blared and repeated the words. “CODE LAST EFFORT” She can’t be exactly sure what that is, but she has an idea. Pushing herself to her feet “No…” She’d say again, walking towards the building (C)
DaxtenX: despite it clearly crumbling and smoking, only it’s at that moment code last effort seems to go into effect. The entire building bursting, exploding and throwing Anne back once again. Burying her under pieces of debris as the entire place was destroyed, her vision goes in and out as she felt defeated. Ready to give up there and then, laying under the debris for the rest of time and accepting her fate… That is until she hears a distinct sound, the whooshing sound of a helicopter flying over her. The corners of her vision slowly blacking out as she saw it, feeling as her entire body shut down and she passed out… When she eventually comes to, she would wake with a start, panting heavily and sweating intensely. Looking around in a panic trying to remember what happened when it all comes flashing back into her head at once. With nothing but pure determination and nothing but blind foolish hope she digs her way out of the debris. Wrapping up her arm as best as she can before she takes off(C)
DaxtenX: towards the edges of the island, finding her concealed canoe and taking off into the city. She was going to find that helicopter even if it killed her, doing everything she can to push the possible reality of her sister being dead. Clinging onto the idea that she was possibly in that helicopter and alive. It’s more than almost a day later when she does just that, the amount of groups she’d come across through her search throughout the city was more than she cared to remember. She’s covered in blood, her hair caked in it as she was once again searching aimlessly through another building in the city. She slowly comes to a stop outside a room within the building, hearing soft chatter inside. Another group, she’d think through crazed eyes, quietly walking over and violently kicking the door in. Slamming it against the face of an unsuspecting blonde, forcing her to stumble back as Anne immediately pushes her way in. Kicking the random girl onto her ass before she quickly grabs her by her(C)
DaxtenX: by her ponytail, dragging her over and to the door. Pressing the barrel of the gun against the side of her head, she wouldn’t hesitate to pull the trigger if the girl made a single movement. Slamming the gun against the side of her head and dazing her to prove just that. Holding her in place as any of the other of the members of her group rushed out to see the commotion, Only to come upon the horrifying sight of the women. “A little girl. I’m looking for a girl.” She says heavily, her eyes crazed as her body violently shook, pushed beyond its limit at this point. Almost begging Anne to give in to the exhaustion that sat heavily throughout her body. (E)

OddThomas: Zane waited for Bea to sit up and cupped her face, kissing her softly before holding up the bottle of powerade for her. "I went to get you this, baby. You need it. Please drink." Turning his head a bit he looked over at Daniel, remembering that she had been asleep when he explained why they'd taken the helicopter and come to hospital. "Kila is being held in another Umbrella building not far from here. I'm going for her. Not now obviously. I figured we could hold up here or find a better place tomorrow and then I will go for her." There was even more shit that he needed to fill Daniel in on but he wasn't sure he wanted to get into all of that now. Glancing back at Bea to see if she had the bottle, he then turned fully to Daniel. "Listen. I killed Alexander. But he's just one head of the hydra that is Umbrella. If you still want to switch back, I'm sure we can figure it out." [c]
OddThomas: They'd had a conversation about what she wanted out this experience and Zane had a vague memory of Daniel having not decided one way or another yet, so he wanted his friend to know that he hadn't forgotten about his struggles. They were all beat to hell, even if Daniel looked literally like a doll. Just as he opened his mouth to say something else, the door that Penny was trying to lock up got kicked in. Zane immediately stepped into the middle of the room and drew his gun. The woman grabbed Penny and held a gun to her head and he ready to pull the trigger before she spoke. His brow furrowed and he stared at her. Behind him, Claire stirred in her bed and shot up at the loud sound, hopping from her bed into the bed with Bea. [c]
OddThomas: "Who the fuck are you?" Zane asked. He had carried the child from a den of creeps and he wasn't about to give her to just anyone. Especially some insane woman that looked like she just crawled out of her own grave. He glanced back at Claire who was trembling up against Bea. Sister or not, that mess of a human being would have been hard to spot as a doting older sibling covered in debris and blood and looking like cult reject.[e]

pixiemilk: Beas looked up to him dotingly before he kissed her, glancing between him and the bottle he held out to her on a smile, she took it from him and drank down a sizeable amount of the liquid as Zane was occupied talking to Daniel. Penny hunched over as she lifted various items of furniture from one side of the ward to the other, partly blocking one side of the double doors as Daniels questions made her ponder silently, eager to talk with her regardless. She felt the sudden swing of the door, just missing her face as she stepped back. Her thick brows furrowed at the shorter woman just as she kicked her in the stomach, it would wind her for sure, a hushed grunt escaping her as it sent her to the floor on her backside before the grip on her hair dragged her back, her hand reaching for the blade strapped to her ankle, on the verge of stabbing her with her arm bent, aimed at her hip to immobilise her until the barrel of the gun pressed to her head, making her halt the move and drop the blade (c)
pixiemilk: to the floor on a metallic clink. She was bested as nobody brings a knife to a gun fight, that would be stupid. The sudden pain of the gun whacking against her skull sent her vision blurry for a moment, but it recovered quickly on her steady blinks. She would gaze to Daniel, her eyes darting to Zane hoping she would understand to stand behind him to protect herself. Bea’s knees instantly met her chest, tucking them up under the sheets to protect her stomach as the chaos ensued, her gaze turning from one of fear to one of concern as Zane got involved. Shortly after she felt the kid climb into her bed, glancing down to her she wrapped her arm protectively around her and held her close. “Look away darling..” Bea would whisper to her, not wanting her to see anything potentially more traumatising than what was already happening.

DaxtenX: She’s panting heavily as she holds the barrel of the gun firmly against the side of the womens head. Still shaking with a rage and burnt outness as she watched more members of the women's group come into view. Hearing the man who pulled out his own gun speak up towards her. She raises the gun and slams it against the blonde's head once again. “ANSWER ME” She screams this as she now forced the gun inside the blonde's mouth, ready to blow her brains all over the wall if they ignored her again. Meanwhile Claire is petrified of the “random” woman who was currently attacking the people who had helped her off the island. Not recognizing her own sister as she hit the other blonde woman in their group yet again, screaming like a crazy person. Claire retreats further into Bea’s arms and begins crying, unable to help but begin sobbing as she hears the woman's mouth be stuffed with something. Though it wasn’t that hard to figure out what it probably was. Anne’s figure still shook with the same(C)
DaxtenX: feral rage as her grip on the girls hair tightened, her voice suddenly a horrifying amount of calm and low as she spoke again. “Or I’m gonna paint the damn walls with this bitch.” It’s as Anne speaks in this low tone of voice that Claire suddenly peaks her head up, her face still terrified as she pulls away from Bea. Ignoring any protests from her as she got up and walked closer to the horrifying scene. Only sobbing further as her voice cracked. “... Anne?” She says meekly, causing Anne’s gaze to quickly flicker into her direction. Feeling nothing but relief at the sight of the younger girl, but also quickly realizing what she was doing. Claire cries even harder as she looked at the other women. “S-Stop it Anne! Let her go! P-Please” Her grip on the women’s hair immediately loosens as she quickly pulls the gun out of her mouth. Her hands shakily violently now as she took in the euphoric sight of her sister, dropping the gun as she took a step towards the younger girl. (C)
DaxtenX: Who instinctively and without intent, takes a terrified step back and away from the other. Though after a moment or two of looking over the terrifying sight of what she now somehow recognized as her older sister, she cries even more. How did she find her? (E)

OddThomasOddThomas : Zane stared down the line of his gun at the woman holding Penny. Rage was starting to heat up along his shoulders making his vision clear and all the exhaustion that was starting to seep in burned away. Penny took another hit and a gun to her mouth for her trouble but his finger remained steady on the trigger, his gun arm extended and steady but not tense. He didn't flinch or move at the threats. Truth be told, he'd sacrfice Penny twice over to keep this crazy bitch away from Bea and Daniel and the kid. Hearing Claire call out a name made his skin prickle. Jesus, did she now this pycho? He wasn't sure how he felt about leaving her alone with this person. The woman immediately relaxed on seeing the child she'd come for. Her guard dropped immediately and that's when Zane moved. The gun in his hand clattered to the table as he closed the gap between them, in a rush locking his large hand around her neck and cutting off her air. He took her arm with his free hand and twisted it up behind her back, backing her toward the door. [c]
OddThomas: But instead of throwing her out of the room, he walked her into the bathroom and threw her into shower, throwing the water on. Claire ran for the bathroom door, screaming for him not to hurt her, but he wasn't... much. He pinned her to wall holding her at arm's length as the cold water ran over her, firmly away that she was going to try and fight him. Biting, clawing, hell, she might even get an arm free and stab him with something but she wall enough that she'd be hardpressed to get inside his reach at this angle. His grip on her neck had relaxed just enough to allow her to speak when he asked Claire. "Who the hell is this?" Hiccupping sobs hit his ears before words did. "S-She's my sister. A-Anne." [c]
OddThomas: Zane stared down at Anne. "Here are your choices: You can take your sister and try to make on your own --- IF," And he could not stress if enough. The girl was already terrified he wasn't about to let her go skipping through radioactive tulips with some sort of unhinged emotionally abusive sibling, "she wants to go with you or you can chill the fuck out and come and eat with us." There was a small pause, his eyes cutting to Penny. "I can guarantee your safety until we leave tomorrow. After that you're on your own." After that, Penny is free to jail house skank your ass if she wants. But of course he didn't say that. Did he really have too?[e]

pixiemilk: Pennys patience of being held hostage wore thin as the same repetitive moves were made, the gun being bashed upside her head a second time, her face scrunching for a second before relaxing once again on keeping herself extremely composed, which ironically had all been thanks to Alexander and testing her loose cannon nature in an attempt to control her to his whim, admittedly it came in handy at times like these. She felt the warmed barrel press against her mouth, opening it willingly as she remained stoic. Bea on the other hand cringed at the cracks against Pennys head with the gun, not even that she cared for Penny and the physical pain she was currently enduring, but it sounded so familiar to the way the ashtray cracked against her head, covering over her ears with the girl tucked up beside her, closing her eyes as the memory rushed to the forefront of her mind, making her sob to herself. Penny would raise an unappeased brow to Zane on the terrorist threatening to paint the wall with her brains. (c)
pixiemilk: Bea’s attention pulled back to the kid as she felt the absence of her by her side, though she couldn’t really focus on much of anything through her blurry eyes. Penny inhaled sharply on her hair being tugged tighter before the kid approached, the grip swiftly loosening and the gun dropping. Penny had that same red hot searing rage in her veins that Zane possessed, had it not been for Zane stepping in she would have dealt some serious damage, without even the use of her weapons. Penny stepped aside as Zane took control of the situation, finally releasing a deep exhale she’d been holding onto as she watched on, her skin prickled from wanting in on the situation, she couldn’t even muster a smile as Zane had the woman pinned to the bathroom wall, instead she took herself to the office with the walker, blood quickly coating over the doors window from her tugging at the walkers arm until it separated from the torso, she took her time in there, slowly torturing the walker mercilessly, but keeping it ‘alive’.

DaxtenX: Anne’s guard was most definitely down, having dropped the gun already and letting it clatter to the floor as she stared at her sister as if she felt she were seeing a ghost. In this moment finally gaining somewhat of her sanity back, not even the quick and rough violent movements of the larger man took that away. Gasping slightly as the mans larger hand tightened around her throat while his other grasped and twisted one of her arms behind her back. Her own gaze set up at his into a twisted glare as he forcefully backed her out of the room and into a bathroom. Grunting in pain as her already sore and fucked up body is thrown into the shower, feeling herself seemingly be grounded even further as the cold water was turned on and began running over her. She would immediately attempt to push herself back out only to feel the guys hand right back on her throat as he pinned her against the wall of the shower. Forcing her to sit underneath the cold running water, her cold gaze on him as he (C)
DaxtenX: held her in place. Interestingly enough, the previously out of her mind woman doesn't attempt to fight back too much. Merely attempting a singular try at pushing against his strength, which doesn’t do much especially in her current physical state. The only previous advantage she had being the gun, as there really wasn’t much to her after the last day or two she’s had. The water running over her would begin to wash out the blood of all the people she’d murdered in her rage bender from the last 24 hours. Her caked up hair slowly gaining back its black color as the blood was slowly but surely being washed out, her face looking a lot softer and less horrifying as the thick layers of blood slowly fell off there as well. She’s taking soft exhausted breaths when he does loosen his grip on her throat, hearing her sobbing sister just behind him. Although it pained her to know she’d traumatized her sister like this, she didn’t regret a single choice, she'd do it all again if it meant (C)
DaxtenX: Finding her sister alive like this again. This shows through as she suddenly begins laughing after watching the blonde women storm off to seemingly blow off some of her anger and after letting the man finish giving her, her “options” “Do you know how many of your friends I killed on your sick fucking island?” She laughs even further in his hold, letting her head rest back against the rusty shower wall. It’s obvious she’s “chilled out”, but it’s even more obvious what she's been dealing with the last 24 hours and what brought her to being the cold blooded monster she displayed not even a few moments ago. “If you touched a single god damn hair on her head, Ill kill everyone in that fucking ROOM” She screams the last part, Claire knew what her sister was like. She’d seen what she was capable of since the start of the virus, but even now. Anne scared her, and the man scared her. She knew what her sister did to the other woman was wrong, but she also understood at this point that Anne (C)
DaxtenX: has been looking for since she lost her. Hearing her talk about the island also makes her realize she was the “intruder” everyone was panicking about, the whole time. Which didn’t help her fear of her older sister any further. It wasn’t that she thought she was going to attack her, she just knew she would hurt anyone who tried to hurt her. But Zane hadn’t been that, she runs up to the larger man and softly wraps her arms around his arm. Tugging back at him with little to no effect as she cried. “Please! She didn’t mean to! I’m sorry! Please stop! You’re not the bad guys and neither is she, please!” She’d cry, just wanting the violence to stop, Anne herself would still have her cold nearly black gaze on Zane. One of her own hands finally slipping free at that point as she wrapped it around his wrist in an attempt to take some more of the pressure he had on her, off her throat. (E)

OddThomas: Zane caught the swish of Penny leaving the room out of the corner of his eye but his attention was fully on the woman in his grasp. He ws regretting offering them the chance to stay. This person didn't seem stable, she seemed like a kind of foreshadowing into his own life and it made his stomach turn. He was fiercely protective of Bea, of Kila, of Daniel and he had been of Claire too. Trying to protect people in the midst of all this madness was surely going to drive him crazy at some point too. Wound would his actions stop being about protection and start being about bloodlust? Hopefully, he had a while until then. Anne's threat made him raise a brow at her, his grip loosened slightly but he didn't let her go. Call it trust issues. "We escaped just like you. My 'buddies' are in that room and you threatened to kill them." Without thinking, the rage creeping through his fingers, they tigthened again. "I could kill you for that. I've killed for less. But you're just like me." [c]
OddThomas: He was about to let her go when Claire smashed into his side. He dropped Anne and reached around to brush Claire's hair out of her face, smiling down at her. "Hey, chicklet. It's okay. I think your sister's okay. Why don't you help her get clean and I'll go get her some clean clothes, huh? Do me a favor and don't use up all the towels, right?" Claire nodded to him. Zane brushed his thumb under eye and wiped a tear away before patting her on the head and leaving the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He'd said he was going for clothes and he'd get to that eventually, but as per usual his first priority was Bea. He moved slowly to the bed and cupped her face, brushing her hair back to see her tear streaked face. [c]
OddThomas: "Hey, baby." It came out as a soft, whisper. "Hey. It's okay. All this is okay. We're okay." He nodded over his shoulder without looking away from her face. "Demented Annie Oakley over there got what she wanted and I think I defused that bomb for now." He smiled reassuringly at her, reaching down with one hand to bring the sheets on the bed up around her shoulders and wrap her up.[e]

pixiemilk: Penny kicked the walker over, quickly pressing her one foot to its chest as her other moved to its sole arm, feeling the bones crunch under the forced weight she’d used, her expressions entirely emotionless as she grabbed her knife and used her free hand to hold the walkers head to the floor via its forehead, jabbing her knife into the underside of the lower jaw and poking the blade out of its mouth, pressing her thumb to its chin as her face scrunched slightly, purely from the force she used to rip the lower jaw from its face. The woman’s tongue moved wildly to her, she still didn’t feel quenched, next moving onto the eyes as the guttural sounds of blood gathering in the walkers throat filled the room, seeping just past the door, anyone who cared to peep in would just see her back straddling the fidgeting corpse and her knife jabbing in viciously. Bea covered over her ears as the shouting, the laughing, everything was just too much. They hadn’t had a clean break since the first few days on the yacht, (c)
pixiemilk: Bea completely yearned, ached physically even for those early days back. Everything was simple, they were living in domesticated bliss, and now it seemed chaos and unhinged people followed them everywhere, her heroin withdrawals were a breeze compared to the onslaught of fuckery the two of them have since faced. Zanes return eased her a little, but his offer of allowing the unhinged woman to stay with them had her stomach churning wildly. She took his hand and held it in hers maybe a little too tight, making his fingers turn purple from her tight grasp on him, shooting him a knowing look as he said it was all okay, it wasn’t. As he covered over her shoulders with the blanket, Penny re-emerged leaving the door open, the walker alive even still but immobile, it’s limbs in parts on the ground, even halved at the waist. She grabbed for the paper towels beside the sink and haphazardly dried the sticky blood from her hands, leaving traces of it as she couldn’t be bothered to wash it away entirely. Bea gazed over (c)
pixiemilk: the woman before looking back up and Zane and shaking her head on a teary eyed whisper. “None of this is okay..I don’t want these people with us..” She finally began to release her grip on his hand, gazing back in the direction of Penny as she loitered in the corner, her face brooding in thought. Beas stomach churned once again, the bathroom on the maternity ward being occupied by the deranged woman and her sister, Bea bolted from the bed to the other option in the hallway, shutting the door behind herself before collapsing to her knees before the toilet bowl, retching loudly as she bought up the gatorade.

DaxtenX: Anne’s expression hardly changed as he spoke, still looking cold and rejecting towards him. His eyes almost seemingly matching hers, which only made her more weary of the guy. It wasn’t the fact he had her pinned and was practically choking her out, it’s the look in his eyes that put her on edge. They mirrored her own too much for her liking, which she herself could admit wasn’t a good thing. Hearing his words, she herself also couldn’t exactly bring herself to believe them immediately. Hearing his other words as he tightened his grip momentarily around her throat once again causes her gaze to only harden. Confirming in a way the thoughts she was also having. The moment he lets go she gasps softly, taking bigger breaths and gently holding her now bruised throat. Another bruise added onto the many she already had along her body, rubbing it tenderly as she watches with caution as the man comforts her sister. She doesn’t say anything as she witnessed this, supposing he could be telling(C)
DaxtenX: the truth from the way her sister let him comfort her. She watches him leave the restroom momentarily when her sister quickly shuts off the water and jumps into her arms, ignoring the current soggines that her older sister carried on her as she cried and hugged her tightly. Anne doesn’t hesitate to do the same, hugging the younger girl so tightly she thought she might break her. Feeling as Claire's smaller frame shook softly in her hold as she cried, she felt her own tears begin to form in the corners of her eyes. Holding the other girl tenderly as she ran her hand through her hair comfortingly, her own form shaking from the happiness she felt of having her sister back. Her own mind racing over the events of the last few days, feeling a numbness settle over herself as she realized she didn’t feel a single twinge of guilt from all the life she took in order to have this result. “I’m so sorry Claire…” She finally whispers, as little guilt as she felt for her actions, she didn’t want (C)
DaxtenX: her sister to have to experience it so early on and especially not from her.... Then again maybe Anne needed to stop kidding herself, as unhinged as she just was the last day or so, she’d been previously holding onto the foolish notion of protecting her sister from what you had to be in this world. Then again maybe that choice was only hurting the younger girl more than she thought, she pulls from the hug and holds the younger girl's face caringly as a single tear rolls down her own cheek. Pushing more of the younger girls hair out of her face as she took a shaky breath. “I’m sorry I let them take you…” Claire shakes her head in protest against her older sisters words, never for a second believing what had occurred yesterday afternoon was her fault… Her own voice was shaky as she spoke. “No, that wasn’t your fault, and I don’t understand how you can fault yourself when you’re here now.” Anne would listen to her sister's words intently, letting a soft tired laugh out along with an (C)
DaxtenX: exhausted sigh. Pulling the younger girl into a tight embrace once again as she spoke. “I never would have stopped until i found you…” She says as another tear rolls down her tired wet face. The two sisters would remain in the restroom, their voices growing more hushed as they spoke. Claire explaining how Zane and others had helped her off the island and had been taking care of her since. She expresses all the feelings she had during her kidnapping, Anne listening intently as she stripped to hang her soaked clothes. Sitting in her under garments and listening to her younger sister with the utmost intention as she spoke. Eventually she comes to understand the full truth of the group she’d just attacked. They’d saved her sister from her. She wished that wasn't the cold truth of it, but it was. She never would have made it in time to get her after starting that fire, and the explosion? Hell she thought the girl was inside it up until she’d half consciously seen the helicopter.(C)
DaxtenX: Just being reunited with her sister again seemed to almost restore a bit of humanity to the older woman. Claire would stop mid talking as she took in her sisters appearance after she’d taken off her clothes to dry them. Seeing her body was littered with bruises and cuts of all shapes and colors, some of the worser bruises almost being black. Anne didn’t seem to pay much mind to them though, and she didn’t want the younger girl focusing too much on them either. “Hey… remember when I used to be bruised up like this when I was in softball. I just had the worse luck when it came to the other girls pitching didn’t I?” Claire has to keep herself from tearing up again at the sight of her sisters more then fucked up body. Nodding firmly as she forces herself to crack a smile. “Yeah, but I seem to remember they did it on purpose because a certain someone retaliated against their bitchy comments” Anne smiles, seemingly glad she can momentarily distract her sister. (C)
DaxtenX: “Ha, well those sluts had it coming to them” The two softly laugh for a moment before Anne slowly stands herself back up to her feet. Turning on the sink and begins trying to sooth some of her deeper cuts, the main one of course being on her shoulder. She needed stitches but there wasn’t exactly anything she’d been able to do about it the last 24 hours. “Hey, why don’t you go get my gun and go look for a first aid kit. I think it’s best the others don’t see me right now” She says this as more of a factual statement rather then a sign of remorse. Claire nods slowly, about to leave when she stops herself. “Anne…” The older girl looks over at her as she said her name, waiting for her to continue. “Do you think… Do you think you could apologize to them?” Anne has to keep herself from frowning, she couldn’t exactly be mad at the request. Hell it made sense for it to be requested. “It’s just they helped me out a lot, and there my friends!” Anne would keep her actual feelings from (C)
DaxtenX: surfacing to her face. Smiling as she walked over to Claire with a soft smile, placing her hand on her shoulder as she nods softly. “Yeah, of course Claire. Ill do it after I'm dressed” Claire beams up happily at this answer, hugging the older girl before wandering off, leaving Anne to tend to herself further. As much as she knew it was going to be met with venomous responses, she’d do what her sister asked of her. Afterall, she was the one person who kept her human, if that wasn’t clear enough from earlier. Just 24 hours without her sister and she’d turned into something scary, she sighs and looks into the mirror. Her own tired expression looking back at her. What the hell was wrong with her, it’s only now as her mind is steady and calm once again that she’s forced to remember everything she did on the island and throughout the city. The apology to this group wouldn’t make up for shit, but maybe it was a start to repenting to her nothing but good sister. (E)

OddThomas: Bea took his hand and squeezed it like she was already having labor pains but he let her have it. It was the least he could do after everything that had happened. With all the adrenaline running through him, Zane could hear the bloody squelching from from the office down the hall. He was almost sure Bea could hear it too. But it didn't matter. All the ruckus from before had done serious damage, all the unresolved trauma from the island, it was just crushing her and there was almost nothing he could do about it. She was right, none of this was okay and he'd brought her back into the belly of the beast instead of whisking her off to another island where they could be alone. Guilt hit him like any other blow he'd taken and made him bit back on his teeth. [c]
OddThomas: She got up and bolted across the hall to the next room and he could hear her bringing up the powerade. Flattening his hands to the bed where she was just, his head hung and he took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. The bandage on his side was bled through. If he hadn't seen it while looking down he'd have forgotten all about it. Turning around, he went to the crate and took out a bottle of water, opening it. Penny had come in and cleaned her hands haphazardly, then Claire came out of the bathroom, reaching down to pick up the gun her sister dropped. "What are you doing?" His voice clearly startled her. "S-she just wants it back and a first aid kit. She has a big hole in her shoulder." Her eyes were pleading.[c]
OddThomas: Zane exhaled through his nose, not making eye contact with Penny as he took the first aid kit off the cart in the room and a bottle of powerade free of the case, handing them over to Claire, before he let them go he said, "You and your sister can have this room." He looked up at Penny then, nodding to the plastic crate before he threw Daniel over his shoulder and walked out with a bunch of their bags in his hands, namely the one with the electronics and Bea's stuff. Dropping the bags in the doorway of the room Bea was in, he put Daniel down in a bed in the adjoining room and motioned for Penny to go in there. Then he pulled the bags in and shut the door.[c]
OddThomas: Bea need peace and rest. Right now divvying everyone up seemed like the best way to give her that. He figured he didn't have anything to worry about from Claire and her sister if they were across the hall. He locked the door to he and Bea's room and took a chair from the table jamming it under the door handle before going into the bathroom with the bottle of water, swiping a towel off the counter. Kneeling behind Bea, he pushed her dreads aside and rubbed his hand along her back and handed her the towel. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought you here. I promise, I will find you somewhere safe."[e]

pixiemilk: Bea spit into the toilet bowl on the temporary break of puking, relaxing her tense posture for a minute as she shifted her position, moving from her knees to her backside, taking a breather on a wince as she’d grab her stomach on it cramping up. Penny watched Zane intentionally as he began gathering things, moving himself, Daniel and some belongings out of the main maternity ward. She lightly pushed herself off the wall she leaned against and wandered around the room for a moment, moving by Beas previous bedside where the half drank gatorade sat, picking it up and taking a swig. Her nose fine tuned to the smell of blood as she tugged Beas sheets back, just catching the back of Zane on his departure. She would tug the sheet back over to conceal the red stain on the crisp white sheets before moving to join a sleeping Daniel in the adjoining room, shutting the door before collapsing into the seat beside Daniel, sitting awake for as long as she could like some sort of guard dog. (c)
pixiemilk: Bea felt slick between her thighs, since she was apart from Zane and nothing sexual was occurring, she found it odd, she swiped her fingers over the insides of her thighs and pulled them back into view, her hand trembled on seeing fresh blood. She couldn’t bear to deal with that now as she stifled her sob, her fingers crumpling up in her dress to clean her digits in a rush as she heard Zanes footsteps approaching, that fine tuned to him that she heard the way he walked. She quickly moved herself to hover her head over the toilet bowl as she heard the scraping of the chair against the floor, barricading them in. She felt the warmth of his hand against her back on him moving her dreads aside, she shivered on her blood running icy cold at everything. “It-..It’s not your fault..We’re here for Kila..Then we move on..”

DaxtenX: Once Claire returned to her, she would offer a soft smile. Her face obvious of how exhausted she was, looking as if she were ready to pass out at any moment. “Got them both!” Anne reaches out and takes her gun, setting it down on the sink as she also takes a hold of the first aid kit. Setting it down and popping it open, as she began taking things out and arranging them, Claire would pass along what she was just told. “Zane said we can stay in the other room, isn’t that nice?” She says, Anne would continue setting things up to patch herself, ignoring the fondness in Claire's voice as she responds. “Don’t be stupid Claire, we’re leaving as soon as my clothes are dry.” This statement alone is enough wipe the excitement off the younger girls face, it quickly turning into a frown as she clenched her fists together. “You always do this!” She’d shout loud enough for the others to hear, exiting the bathroom and slamming the door so hard a glass on the counter falls off and shatters. (C)
DaxtenX: Anne would lean onto the sinks edges, taking a deep breath as she ran a hand through her damp hair. Everything hurt and and the ache she felt went down to her bones, she was beyond tired. But to hell if she let herself and her sister stay with these people. They didn’t need anyone else, she had her back and they were going to go back to what they had going before. Claire herself would stomp out of the main area, making her way to the roof of the hospital where she throws her own fit at her older sisters unfairness. She always did this, they were never allowed to have friends or be around other people… She calms down, her mind flashing back to her sisters violent display from earlier. Then again maybe it was best they weren’t around other people, she understood why her sister did it, but she still didn’t like it. Meanwhile Anne would have begun dressing her wounds. Soon having most of the worse cuts patched up as she prepared to patch up her shoulder. Putting her now dry shirt into (C)
DaxtenX: her mouth as she shakily held the recently sterilized needle, taking a deep breath before she slides it through her skin. Her face tightened in pain as she bit down onto her shirt hard, ignoring the taste of blood and other things on it as she repeated the same process on her wound. Eventually somehow managing to stitch it closed without passing out. She sanitizes it once more before placing a soft patch over it and wrapping her arm in gauze, once she’s finished with that she pulls her clothes back on. Putting all her gear away and even packing a bit out of the first aid kit. She moves her shoulders around as if attempting to sooth her sore back muscles, stepping out of the bathroom as she makes her way towards the nearest closed door. That being the one that belonged to the couple of the group, if he opens it she would hold out the first aid kid. Not saying anything until he about closes the door, only speaking up then. (C)
DaxtenX: “I know it’s the last thing you wanna hear, and in the end I imagine it means close to nothing.” She looks away from his doorway, refusing to make eye contact or even look in his direction as she crosses her arms. “But I am sorry for threatening your friends. I think the very notion of having them today is ridiculous but I guess you could end up saying the same about me and my sister. And I’m sure the one thing we can agree on is blindly doing anything to protect those ridiculous notions.” She wouldn’t exactly let him respond, instead walking off and towards the other room that contained the more then pissed off blonde. If he doesn't end up answering the door at all, she would simply leave the first aid kit in front of it. As she makes her way towards the other womens room, she sighs. As said and just thought in general, she’d do anything for her own foolish notion. She knocks, once the women responds she’d hold her hands up. (C)
DaxtenX: I guarantee I’m not someone you wanna see, and if I were in your place Id have killed me by now. But I’m here to apologize. Not just any stupid fucking apology with a pathetic attempt at using words. She stands back and taps her chin, looking at the other women with complete seriousness. “Go on, hit me. I can take it, and if not then at least were somewhat even” She isn't emotional, if anything she's even casual about this. Shrugging as if she didn’t care whether or not the other women forgave her for beating her and holding her hostage earlier. Instead more so just letting the women get even as its something she felt she would want if she were in her place. (E)

OddThomas: It was his fault. Bringing her here was his fault. Bringing her here with variables like Penny and Claire had been all his fault and he had to sit with that guilt but he wasn't about to fight Bea on it. They would find Kila and move on. What was done was done and now this only way out was forward. If he wanted to get back to quiet days sharing a cigarette and sex in strange places, he was going to have push forward. No more strays. They get Kila and they get the fuck out. His hand fell from Bea's back as he sat back on his ass and leaned against the wall, his legs stretched out in front of him. "I'm sorry." It was all he could manage. It encompassed literally everything because he was sorry for it all. After a moment he stood up and started to look around the bathroom. There was another first aid kit in there and found some of those ice packs you just have to crack, so he cracked one and handed it to her for her knuckles. [c]
OddThomas: A knock at the door caught his attention. He hesitated. Penny and Daniel were in the room adjoined to him, they didn't have to go around to get his attention and that door wasn't where the knock came from. It could have been Enzo but this would have been a funny time for him to wake up, although he hadn't seen where the guy slinked off too. That left two options, it was either Claire and her sister or a sentient zombie. He kinda hoped it was the latter. He went to reach for his gun and realized it was on the table in the other room. Fuck. He was getting careless from being this tired. Sighing, he shut the door to the bathroom as he looked out the window of the door. He couldn't tell if it was Claire or the other one, so he opened it, then he closed it. Whatever she had to say, he couldn't have cared less. Whatever she needed, she wouldn't get from him.[c]
OddThomas: If her sister was lost in the maze of the hospital, after that shrill scream, she was on her own. His bleeding heart had been bled dry. The chair slid back into place and he reopened the door to the bathroom, leaning on the door jam and peeling his bandage off his side, tossing it into a trash can. It had finally stopped bleeding since his heart wasn't pumping wildly and he wasn't running around like a lunatic. He needed stitches. Swiping the bottle of water off the counter, Zane opened it and handed it to Bea. She had slept a little, and since they were still in the maternity ward just in another room, he offered, "Wanna play in the hot tub they have in here? Might be our last chance for a while. Besides, I could really use you in my lap right now."[e]

pixiemilk: Pennys emotionless face gazed up from the floor as she heard the door knock, sighing on setting the bottle of powerade down on Daniels beside table, getting to her feet and opening the door. Her eyes gazed down to the woman who knocked, her demeanour calmer as she held her hands up to Penny showing she wasn’t coming as a threat, but that didn’t matter. Penny didn’t hold onto grudges, but she definitely never let sleeping dogs lie, once she was crossed, you were well and truly on her list. She leaned in a little to the woman once she’d told her to hit her and then shrugged which validated Pennys thoughts on the woman’s carelessness, talking in almost a whisper as her calmness could be construed as eerie, she wasn’t a loud angry person, it was quiet, premeditated. “If I hit you, I won’t stop.” She slowly pulled away before darting her gaze in the direction her sister ran. “Go get your fuckin’ sister.” She wouldn’t slam the door in her face, just shutting it slowly for Daniels sake more than anything, (c)
pixiemilk: returning to her seat beside her. Bea would glance over her shoulder to him as he apologised, shaking her head a little as she hesitantly left the toilet bowl, sitting down opposite him, ensuring her dress sat between her thighs to cover herself. She reached her hand up to him as he handed her an ice pack, holding it to her knuckles as the door knocked, making her glance briefly before putting her attention back on her knuckles and keeping herself covered. Bea heard Zane close the door as soon as he had shut it, coaxing her to look over in his direction. “Salesmen?” She teased even in her state, trying to bring that smile back to his face though it seemed to get harder and harder as the day, the drama, the stress and heartache progressed. Bea mouthed ‘Thank you.’ to him as he handed her the bottle of water, her eyes wandered over his body, he needed caring for badly, she felt the need to jump into that Bea he had on the boat, dosing him up with pain relief and at times, probably babying him. His offer (c)
pixiemilk: pulled her mind from caring Bea to anxious Bea, her hips squirming against the floor uncomfortably as her knees pressed together hard. It was a tempting offer if she could get away with it, which she wasn’t entirely sure of. “I-..Maybe..” She bit her lip, her suddenly seeking privacy to clean herself up would definitely be sending alarm bells to Zane, she’d never asked for that before with him, he practically saw everything of her, there was nothing she could hide from him anymore. “I’d love nothing more than to be in your lap..” She whispered on cautiously standing up, checking the floor underneath where she sat to ensure it wasn’t a complete blood show, thankfully it wasn’t, but the blood did begin to cover a small patch at the back of her dress.

DaxtenX: Anne watches just as uncaringly as the blonde woman leaned in and whispered to her. She raises a brow and cracks a smile right in her face, shrugging even more carelessly as the other woman pulled away to close the door. “Whatever bitch” She’d say in an amused tone, really just thinking the other woman was a pussy. Nothing more nothing less, she walks away shoving her hands into her pockets as she does exactly what the other said to do. Already planning to do so anyways, she couldn’t have cared less for their reactions. She didn’t have much faith in people to begin with, she supposed that’s what made killing them so easy. But she did have faith in her sister, that being the only reason she even made an attempt with the soft ass group. She hadn’t expected anything more really, well other than maybe from the woman. She thought she’d at least like to get a hit in but she supposed some people just didn’t respect themselves enough. She makes her way up to the rooftop where her sister (C)
DaxtenX: seeing her sitting on the ledge and pouting as she approaches. Anne would walk up to her, remaining quiet for a moment or two before she carefully took a seat next to her. Her body aching as she took her seat, and sighed. “I know you’re pissed at me. But I honestly don’t care, Claire.” The younger girl would look up in shock to Anne’s words, looking at her intently now as she waited for her to continue. “The world isn’t pretty, it hasn’t been in a while.” She goes silent for a moment before letting her gaze flicker over the ledge. “I’m not pretty Claire… I’m sure you more than know that at this point.” Claire stays quiet as she absorbs her sister's words. “I may have apologized to those people tonight, but I will not apologize for that. If you’re waiting for that you should give up now” Claire felt as tears began to form in her eyes, she knew her sister was having a hard talk with her. Something they hadn’t had in a while and maybe it was Anne’s fault. For trying to baby her too (C)
DaxtenX: much, I mean, look at some of the people in this group. She didn’t want Claire to end up as vulnerable as some of them. Needing protection constantly, defenseless on her own, as much as she loved Claire's spirit and beautiful soul. That wasn’t going to help her survive the reality of this world. “Those people in there… they aren’t your friends.” Claire frowns and whips to the side to look at her. “How would you know!” She shouts, causing Anne to sigh some more. “Because I just know Claire… I know you want people around you, but they aren't it…” She thinks over her next words carefully before speaking. “They’d eventually get you killed Claire.” Claire frowns, crying again as she shakes her head, Anne frowns as she stands up. “Look, if I need to be the bad guy in your eyes. Fine, I can do that, I’m more than obviously willing to be that. Especially if it means keeping you from letting your big ass heart let you get killed for the wrong fucking people.” She turns around to head back (C)
DaxtenX: inside. “Come on, we need to grab some stuff and go.” Claire would sit there a moment longer before she stands and wipes at her nose. Following her sister in a disgruntled way. Once inside the pair begin packing, Anne being given no reason to treat these people fairly takes advantage of their space. Packing and taking anything of value for first aid or hunger wise, even grabbing the gun the man had left on the table, stripping the area clean before they leave. Claire is unhappy about it, but trusts her sister enough, yes even at this point, to listen to her. (E)

OddThomas: A smile immediately curved his mouth when she made a joke. That was his Bea. That was what got him this far. "Jehovah's Witness." He replied. At this point he had shifted through the first aid kit and he could patch himself up but.. "Hey baby, did you happen to pack pain pills?" He was leaning back slightly to catch the light in the room and thread the curved needle he needed to stitch himself up with. Once it was threaded, he sprayed some sort of antispetic on his cuts and started at the bottom cut, pinching his skin together and criss crossing his stitch with a slight hiss here and there. He was so invested in the stitches that he didn't even catch Bea going from happyish to anxious at his offer. He was working slowly and carefully. Glancing up for a moment, he leaned over to kiss her lips. "How about you start filling the tub while I finish this?" He said, fixing his gaze back on his side as he worked. One tear was closed and he snipped it off to start on the next one. [c]
OddThomas: It was easy to hear people walking around outside the room, in the otherwise silence of the floor. From the footsteps one way, silence then the other, then rummaging around in the other room, Zane could tell the sisters were gearing up to leave. The only thing had left in the room was the gun on the table. All the bags were in here and plastic crate. He had three clips fit for the gun strapped to his hip, but they were pretty average 9mm bullets. He'd stolen the gun from an Umbrella soldier and would probably so again considering where his next path would take him. When he heard their footsteps receding he felt relieved. All that girl and her sister had managed to do was make things hell for them. It was her fault they had to book it from the island. Then again, he'd gotten to kill Alexander and get some information for him, Daniel and Kila so it wasn't all bad. [c]
OddThomas: The optimism is kinda crazy. In anycase he didn't want them around Bea. She had enough on her plate. Penny might have been poorly socialized and a talking head sometimes, but at least she wasn't a raging lunatic. Zane had gotten to moments of blood lust that only Bea could bring him down from, but even then he hadn't killed anyone that didn't deserve to die. Okay, maybe one or two, but those fuckers were watching them have sex! Just for a few hours, he wanted to soak his weary bones in hot water with jets and then sleep with Bea in his arms. If they were lucky, the locked luxury ward would stay that way until they decided to leave.[e]