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The Exclusion Zone (S.T.A.L.K.E.R.)

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@DB_Explorer @AKuz
Northeast of the Pig Pen​
_____"Okay. Follow us. I think it is one, or two people."

_____The stick thumped around the ground. Even though they were kids, the little stalkers were as wary as the adults of hidden anomalies. They found one on the way over, a spot where dried leaves swirled over a patch of dirt. One of the kids shook a can of spray-paint and drew a fluorescent orange circle around it before they hurriedly moved on, moving northeast. The area took a slightly down-hill slant, leaidng into a fenced-off pit full of what seemed to be mist on a temperate day, bits of tubing, broken walls and parts visible in the swirling miasma. Other parts were strewn about the place.

_____The kid waved them to a small boulder on the edge of the treeline. He pointed to a small tent and some hastily-erected barbed wire by the foggy pit. Two men lounged in camp chairs, a meal cooking over a canister stove between them. "See? Those are the grown-up stalkers. They do not know this person, who has tried to rob us so much, is hiding right near their base. We think they are hiding in some of the pipes under the ground here," he said, pointing a small hand at a rusted manhole set a few meters past the small encampment, partially obscured by a bush. "The two stalkers are friendly, but if we talk to them, the robbers might run away. If someone was sneaky, they could get in and grab them!"


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_____It was dimly lit, but still brighter than most of the settlement. A backup generator sat under the staircase on the way up, and the thin attic walls had been insulated and painted over into a sickly green that evoked the smell of rubbing alcohol and the sound of rustling scrubs. Three of the cots were filled with noiseless forms covered up in wool, but the closest one was hurriedly cleared of red-brown-stained sheets before they dropped their newest patient onto it.

_____"Para-Medic" took his pulse and cleared the mud-caked clothing from around the wound. She snapped on her sterile gloves and peeled back the dressing that had been applied earlier, the man groaning as parts pulled up scrabs. "Looks like you got most of the jacket fragments on the surface. I need someone to hold him down, his blood pressure is too low for morphine."

_____The camp doctor retrieved a slender metal probe and glanced at the gently seeping wound. "This is going to smart."


@Kensai
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_____The bear dealt "Serb" a clout with his fist before loading him onto the back of the motorcycle. "Go ahead, take him before I make more ill-advised decisions. Sid won't pay money for people, but any stalker would want a word with this windbag." He shook Sera's hand and looked her in the eye briefly before donning his gas mask again. No names, no warm wishes. Simply. "May the Zone bring you luck, stranger."

_____He packed into the van with his "brother," throwing the bag of artifacts in before wheeling away with the drone of a little four-cylinder propelling them along. As they moved down the road, erratically dodging around shimmers of light, Sera was left with one slightly-scratched bike, her cargo and one unconscious bandit on a lot of shitlists.
 
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L'Esprite begins to smile wickedly, "Sneaky? Ohhhhh, Child, you 'ave no idea" she turns to her fellow STALKER next to her, "Shall I?"
 
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L'Esprite begins to smile wickedly, "Sneaky? Ohhhhh, Child, you 'ave no idea" she turns to her fellow STALKER next to her, "Shall I?"
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"Perhaps I could chat with the two up front while you act sneaky?" Dexter suggested, glancing at the encampment before them. "I mean the two out front are not part of this but I should get some attention due to being a new in these parts." He let a hand drift to his newly gained shotgun. "Plus it means I'm better positioned to help you if something happens I think."
 
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"Perhaps I could chat with the two up front while you act sneaky?" Dexter suggested, glancing at the encampment before them. "I mean the two out front are not part of this but I should get some attention due to being a new in these parts." He let a hand drift to his newly gained shotgun. "Plus it means I'm better positioned to help you if something happens I think."
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"Oui. Agreed" the Frenchwoman begins looking carefully around the area, "I will move once you have... begun"
 
Lilith found her way into the infirmary, following the light and wandering up, picking up the pace when she'd found she wandered her way into an infirmary. She followed scrabbling and the rushing of personnel - no doubt about it, she was free now and definitely needed.

Anyone nearby could catch the towering raven shadow rustling into her pack and announcing she had a trauma kit.
 
@Sushi @Druby @Yurihime Himeyuri @Wizard_Marshall

"FUCK!" Felix howled like a wounded animal as he was knocked onto his back. He was no stranger to getting hurt. He'd cut his knuckles open trying to punch out a stuck PSU before. He'd burned himself with hot solder in the past when he was learning. He'd even electrocuted himself by accidentally touching a frayed wire. None of those experiences compared to suddenly having his hand turned into a pincushion. Felix clutched at his injured hand, cursing under his breath… while the artefact skipped merrily across the ground towards the bad guys…
 
_____Felix's leg was throbbing. Buzz buzz, buzz buzz, it felt like.

_____Buzz buzz, buzz buzz. As the light blinked in his pocket, he realized it wasn't the pain, it was the insistent vibration of his phone. In the Zone. In what was already looking like a fight. But the flashing number on the screen was not a stranger this time, but the relief of his company's private line, not the number reserved for telemarketer hell.
 
@Hoshino Yumemi @PanzerWaffles @Sushi

Nick shoved past a tall woman as he caught up with the small group. Inside was an infirmary, the nearest bed occupied by the wounded man he had spied. A stalker he did not know and Talon stood nearby. Nick nodded to his companion, waiting as a doctor took the pulse and began to work on her newest patient.

A few seconds past and she paused, asking someone to hold him down. Nick was the first one there and he pushed down, not minding as the mud and blood stained his hands.

"This is going to smart," the doctor said.

"I doubt he's going to care," Nick replied.
 
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_____Though only the size of a mid-tower PC, the case was heavy. Like it had a gold ingot or two inside it, it took quite a bit of effort to drag the thing across the dirt and eventually hold it at her side. After Valkyrie had taken a few steps away, she felt a snag as some bit of debris or string attached pulled.

_____There was a puff, and a shriek familiar to any Zone-dweller as a small, cherry-red ball of fire launched out of the ground and into the air. The army-issue parachute flare launched high into the air above them before fizzing out... in the seconds after the sounds had settled, Valkyrie and Rachel heard the shouts and hooting of several men from the factory past the berm, and the thump of boots across asphalt as they made their way over. It was still a a few hundred meters from the factory, and they could probably get far in the brush before the men arrived.
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Rachel almost facepalmed at Val letting her guard down. The ex-soldier would've checked the container for traps too, but before she could speak, Val had sprung the trap. At least it wasn't a mine, though this was only a few degrees better. There was no time to waste.

Yurihime Himeyuri said:
@Wizard_Marshall @Druby @DerPoltergeist @Sushi

Quickly pulling out her phone she made Rachel aware of the situation. "We are about to have lots of company, think i might have shot the hornets nest, get the other two and help me get this out of here!" Stuffing her phone in her pocket, she turned to Geralt. "Yah gonna Help Ger, or gonna just sit there cute and fluffy?" Val said as she quickly stuffed the AK main into a strap on her pack and tightened it down leaving both hands free to pull the crate towards the bushes and cover.
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"Stop screwing around and move it, Valkyrie," Rachel said over their line, irritation seeping into her tone. If Val had the energy to mess around, she could better put that energy towards running. Action films might've made it seem that the heroes had time for one liners and wisecracks, but the truth was that every second, every breath counted in reality. In the end, these little things added up and made the difference between life and death. That's why Rachel wasn't an advocate of horsing around when her life was on the line.

For now, she continued to cover Val. Since Val had popped the smoke grenade, Rachel's view of the area was mostly obscured by a thick plume of smoke. It was so thick that she couldn't even see the shadows of their enemies through the screen. Frustration continued to rise in Rachel's gut, but it was tempered by the consolation that their enemies couldn't see them either. This only held true for as long as the wind was on their side or their enemies crossed the smoke line. As Val made it closer to the treeline, Rachel began preparing to leave.

As for Geralt, he was already pushing the container even before Val had spoken. While he was a military dog trained to listen to commands, he couldn't really understand a human being let alone hold a conversation, so he just ignored her. If he could recognize her words, he might've wondered why the crazy woman was expecting a reply from a canine.

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_____As soon as the stick hit the shimmering spot of air, Felix felt it slow down like it had hit a pocket of tar. It jerked downward in his hand and scraped along the dirt before wedging into the rock. The supposed artifact rolled over around the same time the stick exploded like a stick of dynamite. Felix heard the hiss and snap of wood shards propelled outward like grenade fragments, his forearm tingling all over as it was flung high above his head. It was strangely warm.

_____Well, and there was a splinter about four inches long sticking through his palm, and a dozen needle-like fragments peppering his fingers. The two thoughts connected as a droplet of blood hit his cheek, and the nerves woke up in his pierced hand with a vengeance.

_____The artifact seemed happy to be free of the miniature gravity well, skipping along the road at a jogging pace toward the cloud of smoke and the bandits beyond, their Geiger detectors clicking insistently...

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@Druby @DerPoltergeist

Rachel heard a strange sound from the Isaac and Felix's line, but she didn't recognize it. She almost wanted to say it was a grenade, but it was too soft. While she wanted to inquire about their situation, they were pressed for time. She could only hope they were still mobile-capable.

"Anomaly team. We're about to have hostile company in less than a minute. Pack it up and get out of there."
 
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@DerPoltergeist @Yurihime Himeyuri @Wizard_Marshall @Druby
_____"Hey, Felix? Remember me? Julian, from HR? Man, we got into the company together, entry level shit. Still sucks you got passed over for promotion, man," the man laughed. He wasn't much older than Felix, with a Mr. Clean grin and striped pink shirts that had made his eyes burn at board meetings. "Look, I hope you're not too busy right now. I'm just moving into my new office, taking over for some Martin guy? Martin Lean? Leam? There's nothing left here but a slip of paper with some numbers on it, I uh, tried his desk safe but got nothing. Listen, you guys work in the same department, any idea what the combination might be? Please?"
 
@Sushi @Druby @Yurihime Himeyuri @Wizard_Marshall

Of course he wouldn't forget Julian. That Backpfeifengesicht was the reason why he was out in the middle of this godforsaken wasteland in the first place. Okay, it wasn't entirely his fault that Felix got passed over for the cushy desk job. After the company found out the reason for Felix's termination at his previous job, it more or less guaranteed that he wasn't going to get promoted; however, nobody would've known about this had that Huhrensohn not gone and told literally everybody about it. Just hearing the that man's voice was enough to make Felix's blood boil.

"Oh, Julian! Hi!" Felix injected gallons of enthusiasm into his response. The man may be a bastard, but he was the bastard in charge of him. "I honestly have no idea. Maybe it's for his field case? If you send it to me, I can try to find out. I have the thing in front of me right now."
 
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    @DerPoltergeist @Yurihime Himeyuri @Wizard_Marshall @Druby
    _____"Hey, really? Thanks man!" There was the sound of rustling paper and a door slamming. "Okay, so it's 0-6-9-3. You get that?" Hefting the case, Felix noticed it seemed especially dense for what it was. The lock popped open with a bit of finagling, and he saw a thick lining that was a sort of grey-black.



    "This case has been treated to block airport sensors. Don't lick it."

    _____For a simple gun, it was incredibly heavy. Like an ingot of lead, the hard-chromed was slender in the hand and pointed well, but very little of it had been designed with weight savings in mind. There was short, knurled silencer attached that might or might not have been functional, and a few spare magazines rolling around the case. A note scrawled within said it had been designed to block the rays of an airport sensor, but aside from the gun and some foam cutouts to hold it, there wasn't anything else in the box.

    _____It seemed overdone, movie-like. But, as far as a cursory inspection could tell, it was a live firearm loaded with nine-millimeter cartridges. Around the same time, he heard some very agitated yelling not far up the road, behind a curtain of swirling smoke. "Uh, Felix, you there man?"

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    "Oh Scheiße. Uhh… listen, I'll have to call you back later. Something urgent popped up."

    Felix hung up the phone before Julian had a chance to reply. He could hear a group of very angry people coming at him from the other side of the smoke screen, and something told him that they weren't here to ask for directions. Closing the box back up, Felix turned around and sprinted back towards the treeline.
     
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    Issac had quirked his brow a little skeptically as Felix chose to approach the anomaly with a stick. He'd rattled off some facts he'd found online, at least those that he felt were valid enough based off his prior knowledge and information he could kinda/sorta/almost verify with his notebook. He kept his mouth shut in terms of speaking against this particular course of action however. He was hardly an expert himself, and... To he didn't have many other ideas of how to get the thing out of the anomaly. Poking it with a stick seemed like a better option than just reaching in with your hand, after all.

    The thing piece of wood seemed to bend and strain under the anomaly, or perhaps that was the visual distortions simply warping the light. Or perhaps not as well, since the stick seemed to break under the strain of being so close to the anomaly, and turn into a miniature grenade and exploded in the man's hands. "Oh, shit-! What the fuck!?" Issac cried as he turned his head away and shielding his eyes, his expletives joining Felix's own as he clutched his bleeding hand. He blinked as he saw the pieces of shrapnel impaled in it, the full implication of it not quite hitting him as his mind simply tried to understand the situation around him in full. His eyes fell upon the artifact now bouncing away happily, and he let out another curse as he darted after it.

    It was lucky that Issac had tried to keep in shape, somewhat, and had picked up going to the gym after he'd decided on going to the Zone. He managed to catch the bouncing stone before it got too far away, bodily leaping on top of the thing in order to prevent it from running away any further. As he clasped the thing in his hands, he couldn't help but shiver as the object sent a strange tingling sensation down his spine before seeming to localize in his hands. It was a slightly uncomfortable feeling, but only in the sense that he wasn't exactly used to the sensation. Frowning, he pulled himself up just in time to hear the voices in the distance, now a bit closer due to his brief sprint.

    "Ah, shit..." He muttered under his breath. He clutched the stone close to his chest, glancing around in either direction, before turning around and starting to run back towards Felix.

    Thinking it probably wise to call back to the others, he fished out his phone with his other hand, doing his best to stay quiet. "Uh... This is Anomaly Team..." That was the name they were going with, right? "Yea, we kinda figured... Uh... We've got at least one guy over here coming towards us. Felix is injured, but I don't think it'll impede us too much, he's running fine. We're trying to get away right now. Umm... Over and out?"
     
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    Dexter gave a nod to the Frenchwomen. "OK, I think I have a plan." He started. "Just stay back and move when you spot a chance, Okay?"
    Without any more planning, Dexter carefully extracted himself from their chosen hiding place and looped back toward a proper path pulling out his own notebook. He flipped through the book before finding a fresh page, this had the added bonus of keeping his hands clearly off his guns.

    He forced himself to relax as he walked around a bend into view of the two Stalkers and their little camp. He hadn't been trying to stay quiet so they had spotted him the moment he came into view. He feigned some hesitation, letting him eye the men's weapons, before slowly approaching them. "Hello!" he greeted in broken Russian. "I am… what is the word? A scientist, researcher, I'm studying the animals and I'm looking for some information on these huge dogs, or well anything else for that matter. Some of the stories I've heard have made me wary of hunting down some of these things myself." Dexter started, he hoped his own approach would distract the men, and anyone hiding nearby while his partner snuck in.
     
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    Thinking it probably wise to call back to the others, he fished out his phone with his other hand, doing his best to stay quiet. "Uh... This is Anomaly Team..." That was the name they were going with, right? "Yea, we kinda figured... Uh... We've got at least one guy over here coming towards us. Felix is injured, but I don't think it'll impede us too much, he's running fine. We're trying to get away right now. Umm... Over and out?"
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    Shit. Just when Rachel was about to leave her perch, she heard Isaac's call over the line. She thought the enemy would only be focused on Val and her, giving Felix and Isaac a chance to slip away. Their enemies net must have been wider than they thought. In the brief moments it took for Rachel to analyze the situation, she came to a decision equally as swift. Her body turned, the sniper's scope swiveling in search of Felix and Isaac. It took her a little longer, but she found them. Their pursuers were right behind them, closer than Rachel would've liked.

    As she stared through her scope, Rachel tried to make out the figures of their enemies through the scope. Should she fire off a warning shot as soon as she got a fix on their figures, taking advantage of the low visibility, or should she wait until she had a clearer picture of them? Rachel wouldn't lose any sleep over a few bandits but what if it was the Ukranian army? In the corner of her mind, Rachel was surprised she could feel the pangs of nostalgia from a lifetime ago.
     
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    _____"Hey hey hey, don't run, bro! I just want to talk!" The voices rang from behind the wall of cloying smoke, the nervous tint saying it all. Military didn't talk during a fight, and stalkers didn't travel in such large packs. Rachel's feat beat faintly in the dirt until she settled with the rifle's scope to her eye, swiveling left. As Felix and Issac ran back up the road, shapes finally materialized from the smoke, doubled over with their noses almost in the dirt. They ran like rookies— heads swiveling too fast to really see the environment, stumbling between pieces of almost-cover. They wore just winter jackets and held what might have been lengths of pip or sawn-off firearms, and camping-store headlamps bobbed under their flipped-up hoods.

    _____A dozen paces behind them, a man in a heavy leather jacket with a stubby Kalsh squatted by a solid tree trunk, only sticking out his nose to watch the unfolding scene. "Scram! You stupid fucks, get to cover before the smoke clears!" His helmet gleamed in the light before he ducked down and moved through the brush, out of her sight. It was some kind of metal-plated biker helmet and his form, much bulkier than the rookies out front, showed innumerable signs of wear over the months.

    _____To their direct front, a rough skirmish line of men hesitated, their shapes hunching down as they hugged the scant cover. It might have been three, or half a dozen. So far, none of them fired a shot.
     
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    _____With the shouting, the sprinting, the rustle of the brush it was hard to notice at first. Eventually it was clear as day, the tickticktick of the geiger counter in Issac's pocket. It got worse the closer he held the rock-liker artfifact. It felt like a flowing river that wasn't quite wet, but electrified, like it shoved against his skin. It was a rounded cone of sorts, like a gumdrop made of rock.

    _____Shapes were forming in the fog. Voices bellowed alchol-lubricated, broken english. "Hey you! Stalkers! Brothers, I know you are out there! This is our turf, stop running or we will shoot!" Brush rustled and rocked as Issac and Felix ran headlong away from them.

    _____"Stop! I warned you!" One of the men raised his shotgun, pointed at a tree and squeezed. The gun thumped, smoke puffing from the trees as the shot scattered through the air.

    _____Issac heard the shots snap past him. The hand clutching the rock tingled, pins and needles seemingly in his flesh as it let out an amber glow. The buckshot stopped dead against his jacket, thudding against him like BBs fired from a toy gun before falling into the grass.

    _____"Did you get one?"

    _____"Fuck, I don't know man! What's with stalkers always running away?"
     
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    _____The wiry stalker standing guard ashed off his cigarette as Dexter approached, brushing off his Kalash before resting it in the crook of his elbow. "Yes, I'm quite familiar with you eggheads. What was the last one... Krugi-loff? Anyway, what is it this time? Tails? Skulls? You know the going rate." His buddy by the camp proper sat up as the man approached, taking up a pair of well-used binoculars and scanning the trees behind him. The usual fare for stalkers.

    _____The kids were hiding about a hundred meters to his right, and slightly forward. They watched the French thief creep through the brush, sidling a particularly onerous swirl of dust as she approached the pipes poking from the ground like beached submarines. At first glance, they looked abandoned, dilapitated remnants of a long-since abandoned construction project, perhaps.

    _____Not to someone like L'Esprite. She saw the telltale wisp of smoke from the upper holes, and even without the sight of a lamp flickering within knew it was some kind of fire. The circular grate, half as tall as her and set perfectly vertically in the pipe, was rusted, almost curtained in moss, save for the clean, gleaming metal of the hinge up top. It was open just wide enough for her to scoot into and at least take a peek, maybe climb inside if nothing snagged.
     
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    _____She cut away his shirt with a pair of blunted shears. Most of the fabric remained matted to the dressing until she peeled back the edge. They were hit with a breath of rancid air. "Phew. That's getting septic. Hold him down, this is going to sting." She chided, taking a long metal probe that looked like the ram-rod for a musket and placing the business end against the entry wound.

    _____As Talon and Lilith pinned down his legs, and Nick used his weight to pin the man's torso, Para-Medic pushed. The probe came out of his back with a wet plop, and after examining it for a short moment, she removed the tool and dropped it into a bin with several other bloody shears and hemostats. Plastic wrappers littered the floor as she took a pre-filled syringe and pushed a jet of liquid into the wound, bloody saline and pus gushing onto the pan as Martin's body leapt against the huddled bodies pinning him down. "Without a CT scan I can't see if there's any more of the bullet left inside, but we'll hurt him more if we try to extract it. You— Lilith, right? Prop him up with pillows."

    _____The medic moved to his side and tied a length of rubber tube around his upper arm, tearing open the wrapper for a butterfly with her teeth. "He's pale, slow pulse. Lost quite a bit of blood, and the wound isn't doing well. I'm putting him on an IV and some antibiotics..." In a few short moments, the raven-haired woman had set up an IV, tapping numerious vials into the stream before leaving Martin to doze. She looked pointedly to the girl helping prop up her patient. "Thank you, Lilith. Not all of the newcomers want to help their fellow human beings, it seems."

    _____She tore off her gloves and threw them into a hazmat bin with the wrappers and the used syringe. "A word outside?" She moved down the stairs, into the cool storeroom at the head of the building. The medic looked even more diminutive as she faced the small throng of newcomers, armed with nothing but a dust mask and a bag on her hip. "Even a small infirmary like this uses up a lot of medication. The stalkers like to reuse plastic syringes and scalpels... it's all single use. It's probably the biggest transmission route for disease right now. We've been incinerating our trash to slow that down, but even the veterans are pocketing some of the waste to keep for a rainy day.

    _____"Long story short, we need more than a trickle of medical supplies before the stalkers start cooperating and cleaning up. Your 'friend' is going to need more antibiotics tomorrow. I'll pay you out of pocket for any extra medical supplies you can bring me, too." The medic sighed, running a hand through her hair. Around that time a motorcycle came in through the gates, a certain biker of theirs returning with her payload, plus an unconscious bandit lashed onto the back.
     
    Lilith nodded and softly sighed in relief. "Think nothing of it." She nodded her way through hearing the infirmary's plight and furrowed her brow a little bit at the mention of reusing syringes and scalpels, and her own lack of equipment.

    "So, just one more person won't cut it..." With a smirk, she added "Perhaps they're hoping any radiation will act as a sterilization medium."
     
    The sound of the bandits behind them calling out for them to stop only made Issac try to run even faster, pumping his arms as he carried the strange stone in one hand, and his phone in the other. Adrenaline fueled his flight as he caught up quickly to Felix, beginning to follow his lead through the woods.

    "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! They've seen us!" He shouts out, pushing past brush and branch. The sound of the gunfire reached him just a little bit before the bullets did, and he lets out a cry, grasping at his back where they impacted. He stumbles for a moment, his feet seeming to go numb as he realizes that he's just been shot, but he quickly catches himself against a nearby tree and forces his legs to keep moving as he continues to run through the forest.

    The impact had stung. He didn't know how much a bullet was supposed to hurt, but it stung. He keeps himself from looking at his back until he manages to duck behind a tree a little further ways away, pulling his shaking hand away from his back to see... A handful of lead? He tilts his hand, letting the buckshot fall to the ground before groping at his back once more, pulling his hand away to see a lack of any blood. Hell, he didn't even feel any holes in his jacket. A shaky breath escapes from his lips as a million butterflies seem to try and rip out of his stomach. "Holy shit... I was shot..." He mutters quietly to himself, glancing towards the stone in his hand, before he shuts his eyes and shakes his head violently. "No, don't do this... This is how all those guys die in the movies... Keep moving..." He pushes himself back up to his feet and again dashes off.
     
    @PanzerWaffles @Hoshino Yumemi @Sushi @Kensai

    Nick frowned as the doctor spelled out the hygiene situation in the Zone. It wasn't ideal. Of course, none of it was but then that was how things are. And so a gunshot wound or something as small as a scratch would become much deadlier if one could not find clean tools to operate with. Infection must be rampant, enough that what institutions were present were taking pains to clamp down on usage.

    "Or desperation," Nick said to Lilith. "They'd take that chance if it was the last one they had."

    He faced the doctor, taking her attention away from the just arrived motorbike. "Those medical supplies could be of help to us as well, doctor. There's no promise, but I'll send what I don't need or can't use, free-of-charge."

    And then he turned to Sera. The detective gestured at her bound passenger. "Trouble?"
     
    @Sushi @Wizard_Marshall @DerPoltergeist @Druby

    Val continued to go as quickly as she can with the help of Geralt, to relocate the heavy case into cover where she, Rachel, and the others could have a better chance of escape with their recovered loot. It wasn't long after she and Geralt started moving back towards the cover of the bushes that the familiar crack of gunfire rang out through the air. The sound of shouting from the direction of where Felix and the others were makes her sigh. "At least they are a good distraction." She said as she redoubled her efforts and under the cover of the smoke made it to where Rachel was in position. "What's the status of our friends, do they need some covering fire?" Val asked seriously as she slung her working rifle into a ready position.
     
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