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Alex Clark - Cell - Magnus & co
Everything happened so fast again. As soon as Magnus had started talking about a cure, he had quickly come to the same realisation as Luke. They were stuck here to be used as test subjects for some moronic fuckwit doctor who thought he had a chance to find the cure. Fan-fucking-tastic. However, as he contemplated that option and the possibility for escaping, an arrow was suddenly shot through Richard's shoulder.
Stepping forwards reluctantly, keeping a close eye on the batshit crazy girl with the bow, he spoke up. "I know what to do." He said, kneeling down besides Richard who stared at the arrow syticking through his shoulder in shock. "I mean, I wrote a paper about a medieval surgeon once, who handled this topic." He added. He didn't want to make himself out to be a skilled medic or anything, or give anyone false hope, but the fact that it was an arrow made it hilariously fortunate he was a history student. Having made jokes for ages that his subject of studies would only get him a practical job at McDonalds was far behind him and gave the entire situation a grim sort of humor. Henry V of England, thanks for your physician's historical sources.
Thankfully, due to the close range and the simple shape of the arrowhead, the arrow had gone through his entire shoulder, sticking out both sides. "Danny, secure the shaft sticking out of his shoulder, yes, from the back." Alex said as he wondered about how he could break the shaft with the least effort, and thu pain for Richard. "Luke, hold the bloody arrowshaft sticking out of the front side, here." He said, directing both, ignoring the fuckfaces standing outside the cell. He wondered why they were even talking to those twats anyways. It was not like they were here to reassure them or anything. They were their prisoners, and the only reason this Magnus dude was here was because he liked to be here, talking to helpless prisoners.
"I'm going to break the shaft, to hold it thightly. Richard, bite on your fucking sleeve." He said, giving the other guy an empathic look. As soon as Richard did so, he quickly snapped the arrowshaft just where Luke held it, and then helped holding Richard as he violently shocked in pain. Quickly moving to his back he pulled out the arrow from the back. Judging from where it had hit it should've only hit muscle and bone. It passed just under the sternum so it should be mostly okay, he guessed. Not that he knew much about it. Ripping off some fabric from his mostly clean second layer of t-shirt, he pressed it against the wound, wishing they had some sort of alcohol.
He sincerely hoped that he had pissed off the girl by breaking the arrow.
Everything happened so fast again. As soon as Magnus had started talking about a cure, he had quickly come to the same realisation as Luke. They were stuck here to be used as test subjects for some moronic fuckwit doctor who thought he had a chance to find the cure. Fan-fucking-tastic. However, as he contemplated that option and the possibility for escaping, an arrow was suddenly shot through Richard's shoulder.
Stepping forwards reluctantly, keeping a close eye on the batshit crazy girl with the bow, he spoke up. "I know what to do." He said, kneeling down besides Richard who stared at the arrow syticking through his shoulder in shock. "I mean, I wrote a paper about a medieval surgeon once, who handled this topic." He added. He didn't want to make himself out to be a skilled medic or anything, or give anyone false hope, but the fact that it was an arrow made it hilariously fortunate he was a history student. Having made jokes for ages that his subject of studies would only get him a practical job at McDonalds was far behind him and gave the entire situation a grim sort of humor. Henry V of England, thanks for your physician's historical sources.
Thankfully, due to the close range and the simple shape of the arrowhead, the arrow had gone through his entire shoulder, sticking out both sides. "Danny, secure the shaft sticking out of his shoulder, yes, from the back." Alex said as he wondered about how he could break the shaft with the least effort, and thu pain for Richard. "Luke, hold the bloody arrowshaft sticking out of the front side, here." He said, directing both, ignoring the fuckfaces standing outside the cell. He wondered why they were even talking to those twats anyways. It was not like they were here to reassure them or anything. They were their prisoners, and the only reason this Magnus dude was here was because he liked to be here, talking to helpless prisoners.
"I'm going to break the shaft, to hold it thightly. Richard, bite on your fucking sleeve." He said, giving the other guy an empathic look. As soon as Richard did so, he quickly snapped the arrowshaft just where Luke held it, and then helped holding Richard as he violently shocked in pain. Quickly moving to his back he pulled out the arrow from the back. Judging from where it had hit it should've only hit muscle and bone. It passed just under the sternum so it should be mostly okay, he guessed. Not that he knew much about it. Ripping off some fabric from his mostly clean second layer of t-shirt, he pressed it against the wound, wishing they had some sort of alcohol.
He sincerely hoped that he had pissed off the girl by breaking the arrow.
Alex Clark - Cell - People
As soon as he saw the girl standibg behind Magnus draw her bow and nock an arrow, he pulled Richard away from the cell's bars. He sent the woman a sincerely pissed-off glare as he managed to get Richard to back away. He heard Luke step forwards and calmly ask the questions everyone wanted to but noone dared, fearing the answers to come. Looking at this Magnus person he felt that whatever would happen, he would not trust the man. It was the entire belittling, all-knowing, calm and fatherly act the man pulled on them that only made him feel more disgusted and distressed. He didn't show it though. They had been taken by force, together with many others judging at the people inside with them. They were willing to go great lengths to gather people, judging by the amount of force they used on them, explosives and all. Whatever this Magnus dude meant with 'helping us', Alex knew it was not going to be pleasant.
As soon as he saw the girl standibg behind Magnus draw her bow and nock an arrow, he pulled Richard away from the cell's bars. He sent the woman a sincerely pissed-off glare as he managed to get Richard to back away. He heard Luke step forwards and calmly ask the questions everyone wanted to but noone dared, fearing the answers to come. Looking at this Magnus person he felt that whatever would happen, he would not trust the man. It was the entire belittling, all-knowing, calm and fatherly act the man pulled on them that only made him feel more disgusted and distressed. He didn't show it though. They had been taken by force, together with many others judging at the people inside with them. They were willing to go great lengths to gather people, judging by the amount of force they used on them, explosives and all. Whatever this Magnus dude meant with 'helping us', Alex knew it was not going to be pleasant.
Alex Clark - Cells - Danny, Rob, Zoe, Stranger, Magnus
Of course his fucking nose was broken. It hurt like hell when he felt it up, finally having some time to do so. He flinched as he touched it, glad at least the bleeding seemed to have stopped, mostly that was. His mouth was still overwhelmed by the metallic taste of blood and he couldn't smell anything else either. Given his surroundings, he wasn't entirely sure wether or not that was truly negative...
"Bloody hell, he broke my nose." He cursed in response to Rob.He didn't have much time to think nor talk about it though, as moments later an intimidating figure appeared before their cell door. The man quickly began to speak to Danny, correctly recognizing that he was the leader figure of their group.
As the man spoke about them being dragged here to help, he couldn't help a cynical snort. Of fucking course they had been captured to be this guy's working slaves. Way to fucking go. He knew that it would do little good to draw the attention onto him however, given their current situation, and Alex hid his reaction by trying to wipe away the blood from his nose.
Of course his fucking nose was broken. It hurt like hell when he felt it up, finally having some time to do so. He flinched as he touched it, glad at least the bleeding seemed to have stopped, mostly that was. His mouth was still overwhelmed by the metallic taste of blood and he couldn't smell anything else either. Given his surroundings, he wasn't entirely sure wether or not that was truly negative...
"Bloody hell, he broke my nose." He cursed in response to Rob.He didn't have much time to think nor talk about it though, as moments later an intimidating figure appeared before their cell door. The man quickly began to speak to Danny, correctly recognizing that he was the leader figure of their group.
As the man spoke about them being dragged here to help, he couldn't help a cynical snort. Of fucking course they had been captured to be this guy's working slaves. Way to fucking go. He knew that it would do little good to draw the attention onto him however, given their current situation, and Alex hid his reaction by trying to wipe away the blood from his nose.
Alex - Cells - Rob/Shannon/Zoe
He looked at the others present here, ignoring the blood running from his nose. He feared it was broken from the hit he'd received on it, but he didn't really care in a strange way. After having given one of his captors a mean and agressive look, he had received a rifle butt against his face. Once he was jettisoned inside, leaving the cell crowded as fuck, he started feeling wether or not that had been the case. He wondered where they were, but judging on the short transportation time, they were not too far from where they were captured. Additionally, while he had originally feared they had been taken by Enrique and his people, he didn't recognize anyone at all except Jamie guy Chris had suicide charged. Because of this he refused to give up hope, but also because he couldn't really afford to do so. It'd mean his death. And then there was the lingering fear that these people led by this 'Magnus' guy could be even worse...
He looked at the others present here, ignoring the blood running from his nose. He feared it was broken from the hit he'd received on it, but he didn't really care in a strange way. After having given one of his captors a mean and agressive look, he had received a rifle butt against his face. Once he was jettisoned inside, leaving the cell crowded as fuck, he started feeling wether or not that had been the case. He wondered where they were, but judging on the short transportation time, they were not too far from where they were captured. Additionally, while he had originally feared they had been taken by Enrique and his people, he didn't recognize anyone at all except Jamie guy Chris had suicide charged. Because of this he refused to give up hope, but also because he couldn't really afford to do so. It'd mean his death. And then there was the lingering fear that these people led by this 'Magnus' guy could be even worse...
Name : Alex Clark
Appearance: Alex is a tall young man of 1.87m or 6'1 who is rather thin. He has unkempt but rather short light brown hairs and stubble all over his face. He has a large nose complemented by two dull green to brown eyes, all finished by a strong jawline. He wears a ragged and dirty t-shirt over a sweater and another t-shirt along with a pair of dirty jeans. He is neither extraordinarily strong nor weak and has pretty average physical abilities, except that he can run quite fast due to his lenght.
Age : 23
Skill : Alex has no outstanding survival skills except random bouts of knowledge from his history studies and personal interests. He is a good and practical leader, but bad with people. He has never even seen a gun before except in movies or in the hands of the police or the military, nevermind even touched one. He doesn't have lots of skills, but he does have a lot of knowledge that can help him.
Weapons: He carries a well-used survival knife that he picked up from a corpse, but he also carries a pitchfork he took from a shed.
Personality : Alex is a practical but rather fearful person. He does what he has to do to get the job done, seeming courageous and resilient, but in fact the situation will really be grinding down on him. He is friendly and open to those that he deems worthy of his trust, but can be rather paranoid to strangers. He has remnants of an idealistic view on the world, but that could be subject to change. He has suffered in these 7 months since the outbreak and as a result has developped the habit of always having to focus on something. He cannot sit still because then he starts thinking, and that's the last thing he wants. This has resulted in him developping the urge to take initiative to do things, simply to keep himself busy.
Brief Bio : Robin was a student at the university of Derby, UK, trying to learn more about the interesting subject of history when he went on a vacation to the US with his girlfriend and the outbreak occured in May. He was caught off-guard by the walkers but managed to escape the town with a random bunch of survivors along with his girlfriend. Back in the UK he hailed from a rather small town about in between Derby and Nottingham.
Appearance: Alex is a tall young man of 1.87m or 6'1 who is rather thin. He has unkempt but rather short light brown hairs and stubble all over his face. He has a large nose complemented by two dull green to brown eyes, all finished by a strong jawline. He wears a ragged and dirty t-shirt over a sweater and another t-shirt along with a pair of dirty jeans. He is neither extraordinarily strong nor weak and has pretty average physical abilities, except that he can run quite fast due to his lenght.
Age : 23
Skill : Alex has no outstanding survival skills except random bouts of knowledge from his history studies and personal interests. He is a good and practical leader, but bad with people. He has never even seen a gun before except in movies or in the hands of the police or the military, nevermind even touched one. He doesn't have lots of skills, but he does have a lot of knowledge that can help him.
Weapons: He carries a well-used survival knife that he picked up from a corpse, but he also carries a pitchfork he took from a shed.
Personality : Alex is a practical but rather fearful person. He does what he has to do to get the job done, seeming courageous and resilient, but in fact the situation will really be grinding down on him. He is friendly and open to those that he deems worthy of his trust, but can be rather paranoid to strangers. He has remnants of an idealistic view on the world, but that could be subject to change. He has suffered in these 7 months since the outbreak and as a result has developped the habit of always having to focus on something. He cannot sit still because then he starts thinking, and that's the last thing he wants. This has resulted in him developping the urge to take initiative to do things, simply to keep himself busy.
Brief Bio : Robin was a student at the university of Derby, UK, trying to learn more about the interesting subject of history when he went on a vacation to the US with his girlfriend and the outbreak occured in May. He was caught off-guard by the walkers but managed to escape the town with a random bunch of survivors along with his girlfriend. Back in the UK he hailed from a rather small town about in between Derby and Nottingham.
Alex Clark - Baton Rogue, office building - The Scouts
The sleep he had been longing for the past few days, a decent period of rest, was cut short by Danny running in screaming blood and murder when suddenly an explosion teared through the building. Alex instinctively grabbed the rifle lying besides him and crouched out of his sleeping position. Somewhere he found it horrifying that he was this alert and prepared for danger. Why had it become such a necessary skill? As smoke and dust filled the room from the explosion downstairs, Alex quickly reasoned that they were being attacked. No time for thinking about uninmportant stuff. He scurried over towards a shattered window and saw a relatively small group of heavily armed men rush inside the building. "Bloody hell!" He cursed as one saw them and send him scrawling on his hindside as bullets struck around the window. "There's a group of armed men inside!" He yelled as he got up again. Looking at the surprised and terrified Scouts with their little armament present here, he knew the odds definitely were not in their favour. Already hearing quick footsteps rush up the stairs, their time was limited at best.
The sleep he had been longing for the past few days, a decent period of rest, was cut short by Danny running in screaming blood and murder when suddenly an explosion teared through the building. Alex instinctively grabbed the rifle lying besides him and crouched out of his sleeping position. Somewhere he found it horrifying that he was this alert and prepared for danger. Why had it become such a necessary skill? As smoke and dust filled the room from the explosion downstairs, Alex quickly reasoned that they were being attacked. No time for thinking about uninmportant stuff. He scurried over towards a shattered window and saw a relatively small group of heavily armed men rush inside the building. "Bloody hell!" He cursed as one saw them and send him scrawling on his hindside as bullets struck around the window. "There's a group of armed men inside!" He yelled as he got up again. Looking at the surprised and terrified Scouts with their little armament present here, he knew the odds definitely were not in their favour. Already hearing quick footsteps rush up the stairs, their time was limited at best.
Alex Clark - The Gas Station - Cody/Zoe
He had been inspecting the backroom as the others cleared the main rooms, and soon they learned nothing was to be found here. Alex found himself a pencil and notepad, and in a whim he decided to keep it. He also decided to keep the first page of scribbles made up of prizes, named and phone numbers for some reason he didn't quite understand himself. He didn't want to try and make himself believe that the world wasn't turning to crap. He came out of the other room to find Cody and Zoe looking at a weird setup of items on the counter. He arrived just in time to catch Cody's latest sentence, and slowly he started nodding. They were onto their prey.
Name : Alex Clark
Appearance: Alex is a tall young man of 1.87m or 6'1 who is rather thin. He has unkempt but rather short light brown hairs and stubble all over his face. He has a large nose complemented by two dull green to brown eyes, all finished by a strong jawline. He wears a ragged and dirty t-shirt over a sweater and another t-shirt along with a pair of dirty jeans. He is neither extraordinarily strong nor weak and has pretty average physical abilities, except that he can run quite fast due to his lenght.
After a month of pretty intense training his physical abilities have grown slightly, but it is especially his self-confidence that has grown through it.
Age : 23
Skill : Alex has no outstanding survival skills except random bouts of knowledge from his history studies and personal interests. He is a good and practical leader, but bad with people. He has never even seen a gun before except in movies or in the hands of the police or the military, nevermind even touched one. He doesn't have lots of skills, but he does have a lot of knowledge that can help him.
Weapons: He carries a well-used survival knife that he picked up from a corpse and used to lug around a weaponized pitchfork. Nowadays he's an average shot with a bolt-action rifle which he got from the Outpost's shrinking stack of weaponry.
Personality : Alex is a practical but rather fearful person. He does what he has to do to get the job done, seeming courageous and resilient, but in fact the situation will really be grinding down on him. He is friendly and open to those that he deems worthy of his trust, but can be rather paranoid to strangers. He has remnants of an idealistic view on the world, but that could be subject to change. He has suffered in these 7 months since the outbreak and as a result has developped the habit of always having to focus on something. He cannot sit still because then he starts thinking, and that's the last thing he wants. This has resulted in him developping the urge to take initiative to do things, simply to keep himself busy.
Brief Bio : Robin was a student at the university of Derby, UK, trying to learn more about the interesting subject of history when he went on a vacation to the US with his girlfriend and the outbreak occured in May. He was caught off-guard by the walkers but managed to escape the town with a random bunch of survivors along with his girlfriend. Back in the UK he hailed from a rather small town about in between Derby and Nottingham.
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