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Just One Bite

Mattie shuddered from her head to her toes. The fact that he brought it up made her face itch, and as with most itches, it took just about all of her willpower not to scratch at it. Her spine felt cold as she turned around and watched the bodies burn, the wretched smell swirling up into her nostrils. She leaned on the wall and watched Nicholas pack the backpacks through half-lidded eyes. She'd been hoping to sleep all day and just be too boring and lazy to attract anyone's attention. And then this had happened.

Then when he told her to carry the lighter backpacks--was that a jab?-- she threw aside her blood-spattered crowbar with a loud metallic clatter. "You saying I'm weak, you little asshole? Give me one of the heavier ones. We're equals." With that, she snatched the weapon-filled backpack from his hand and shouldered it. Then she grabbed one of the lighter backpacks and headed outside. She still wasn't quite sure if she wanted to trek around with this guy, but since he had entrusted her with two packs full of supplies she felt kind of stuck with him.

The weight of the pack made her grunt with effort, but her stubborn expression made it clear that she wouldn't take any other option.

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Mattie let out an angry huff and glared at Nicholas. Was she still angry? Absolutely. But at the same time, she had to admit that the guy had just lost both his sister and his mother in the course of a few minutes. She put her hand on her hip, not sure what to say to him, but feeling slightly less inclined to smash his face into a wall. For most, being alone was the worst feeling in the world, and as pissed off as she was she felt it would be way too cold to just leave him. And it was true, wanting to save his mother had been noble, even if it wasn't the the most practical decision.

Finally she spoke. "I don't exactly have anywhere to go, anyway. But don't lie again, alright? We could both have ended up just like them." Mattie knew she was going to have to deal with grieving on Nicholas' part now, and she had absolutely no experience or know-how with it. She took a deep breath. "We have to get the bodies away. And I need new clothes, preferably without any bloodstains." Her voice shook a little. She herself felt close to bursting into tears, but she'd do that later.

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Mattie had gotten a couple of hits on the woman, but it was nothing like the single hit that had sent most of Alisa's head into the air. Her breath came heavily as she stared at the corpse on the ground in front of her. For a while, she was too shocked and horrified to say or do anything. Then a memory started to register, and her fingers tightened around the crowbar while her expression turned into a snarl.

"You said no one was hurt and that the damn things were pushed away from this place!" she shouted at Nicholas. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Deep breaths, Mattie. She struggled to keep her head clear enough not to try beating this man to death with the crowbar; after all he had a gun now. "I mean, I knew the people who weren't turned into zombies were screwed in the head, but you've probably hit humanity's new low." She backed toward the door.

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You're fine! ^^

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Oh, God. How awful that this man had seen his father die. Mattie wasn't entirely sure what it was like exactly to even have a father, but it must have been traumatic to watch that. She, for once, was grateful that her parents had died before she ever got to know them. Her gait was relaxed, though, when Nicholas spoke about how no one in his group was hurt and that the infected didn't seem to like the warehouse. Now this was a place she could hang around!

Swiftly her mind was changed by a very pale-looking little girl lunging for her. "Jesus, Mary, Joseph and company!" she shrieked and dove sideways clumsily just in time to avoid a face-full of dead person teeth. After that there was no hesitation. The crowbar swung in a wide arc and connected with the girl's head, sending a splatter of old-smelling blood into the air and making the attacker sprawl pathetically on the ground. Not sure if the child would get up again, Mattie ran into the warehouse after Nicholas with her chest heaving. She wasn't thinking right now. She was just getting ready to bash more dead brains in.

Her eyes adjusted to the gloom and she spotted a gun of some sort on the far side, as well as an older woman. "I'll distract her!" she shouted, raised the crowbar, and charged.

DinoBlast: RP with a terrible name

There was hardly any time to prepare to set off for the party, for nearly as soon as her parents received the letter she was ushered off. Before Alexis left, she raised her voice and did a proud war-cry before turning and sprinting away barefoot through the scrub-oak with Delilah at her side. And though it took a long time to arrive at their destination, neither the human nor the deinonychus seemed to get tired along the way. Although the human had gotten unpleasantly sweaty.

There was a short, shallow stretch of water to cross in order to reach Jurassica Castle, and it appeared even in the distance that there was a mosasaur in the water, as well as a large theropod standing on land. Delilah didn't like getting her feathers wet, so Alexis grabbed an abandoned raft and paddled in their direction with the deinonychus curled up contently on her lap. It was uncomfortable--deinonychus were a little too big to be lap creatures--but she tolerated it.

"Fine creatures!" she called out, addressing both of the champions she could see.

The Darwin Project (An asylum roleplay)

A tiny rush of color went to Lucille's cheeks as Christopher winked at her. It made her worry for a moment that someone would see the infrared signature as her face warmed, but then she remembered that not everyone could see in infrared, so she was in the clear. Except for the regular red, which luckily wasn't very noticeable. And for just a moment, his expression changed, but it was back to "normal" the next second and Lucille didn't even know if she'd imagined it.

"I like Team Senses, too," she agreed, nodding appreciatively at Lester and trying not to acknowledge the tension between Connor and Chris because it made her nervous. She added to Chris: "Well, I'm sane, I guess, when I'm on my meds."

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"Lead on," said Mattie, stepping aside to allow Nicholas ahead of her. She figured that he knew the way best and if they ran into any infected from the front, he'd be the first to be attacked. She didn't like the idea of human meat-shields but with everything she'd gone through already, she was not going to tolerate the idea of being bitten. There was also the chance that he might say something to offend her or creep her out, in which case she could give him a good whack with the crowbar from behind. She doubted the situation would call for that. When he asked what happened to her leg, she grinned a little and launched enthusiastically into story.

"Okay, so, I kinda holed myself up in an apartment while the world went to shit, right? Turns out that was the worst possible decision to have made! Those stinkers found their way up the freaking stairs, and they were trying to break in. So I barricade myself in, but I mean, these guys are like journalists when a celebrity's cheating, okay? And I'm running out of food, and I'm basically out of freaking water, and I'm like, 'How the hell am I gonna get out of here?' Bam. I've got a window. So I climb out of there, but the little rope I fashioned isn't long enough that I can get down without it hurting." She paused to take a breath. "Can't just hang on the wall of an apartment building with a bunch of goddamn zombies after me, so I hopped off. And I suck at landing on my feet, so, bam. I hit the asphalt and rolled a little, but I can't just stay there so I limp off to this house, pick all the rocks out of me and celebrate my flawless ability to survive by eating every thing in the house."

She hoped that her apparent pain tolerance would scare Nicholas out of trying anything funny, like going back on his word about not eating people.

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No problem.

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"Survivors, huh? Wouldn't I be just another mouth to feed?" asked Mattie, curious. Regardless of the doubt, she had to consider it. Being in a group would make her safer, so long as the illness didn't worm its way into anyone and then spread. And they had food, or so this Nicholas person claimed, which was a privilege she had wasted in a depressed eating binge that got her nowhere but in tears for the rest of the evening.

Suspiciously and carefully, she shook the man's hand and then used it to pull herself into a standing position. At first this made her dizzy, but she did her best to hide this. "I can walk on my own. It's just a scrape, I think. Oh, and my name's Mattie. I'm in, I guess, but don't cannibalize me if that's not too much to ask." She bent and snatched her crowbar off of the floor (just in case!) and then swiftly headed toward the door. No time to waste.