The Monster Inside ***An apocalyptic thriller RP***

[Cutiechook15]

He glanced at Kit as she knelt next to him, shaking his head. “It’s not that bad,” he said. “It’s just a scratch.” He pulled his shirt off anyway, keeping his hoodie on his lap.
Zayne glanced at the wound, feeling nauseous as he saw the dark, crimson blood that stained his skin. “Okay. . . Maybe it’s a little bad.” He looked away, his lip curling in disgust. He wasn’t a fan of wounds with large amounts of blood, such as the one he had. It didn’t matter if they were his or someone else’s, it always made him squeamish.

Kit grimaced. She wasn't a doctor... She definitely had more medical knowledge than most, but it was only because of the research she had done for her novels. Still, what else could they do?

She gave a quick look over the bloody wound, and decided she needed to clean off the blood to get a good look at it.
"Sky!" she called. "Can you please get me a wet towel?"

 

[Ihavesomechickens]

Kit grimaced. She wasn't a doctor... She definitely had more medical knowledge than most, but it was only because of the research she had done for her novels. Still, what else could they do?

She gave a quick look over the bloody wound, and decided she needed to clean off the blood to get a good look at it.
"Sky!" she called. "Can you please get me a wet towel?"

‘ Okay, give me a second.’ Sky turned away from Sarah and started digging through the cabinet, leaving the floor a mess. They found a pack of unopened towels, and took one out. It was an ugly grey color, which is why Sky didn’t care about it getting blood on it. They ran it under some warm water, and walked back out of the bathroom. ‘ Here you go.’ Sky said as they handed the towel to Kit, the towel not wet enough to drip, but wet enough for you to worry about it dripping.

 

[Cutiechook15]

‘ Okay, give me a second.’ Sky turned away from Sarah and started digging through the cabinet, leaving the floor a mess. They found a pack of unopened towels, and took one out. It was an ugly grey color, which is why Sky didn’t care about it getting blood on it. They ran it under some warm water, and walked back out of the bathroom. ‘ Here you go.’ Sky said as they handed the towel to Kit, the towel not wet enough to drip, but wet enough for you to worry about it dripping.

Kit nodded gratefully, using the towel to clean around the wound, not touching the wound expressly. "Let me know if this hurts."

 

[FrankieDoodle]

Kit nodded gratefully, using the towel to clean around the wound, not touching the wound expressly. "Let me know if this hurts."

Zayne clamped his jaw shut, biting his tongue. Don’t be a baby, he scolded himself. As Kit spoke, he gave her a quick nod. It did hurt, but not bad enough to let her know. He would just have to suck it up for a few more minutes until she was done.

 

[Yowza Wowza]

Malachi escaped the stairwell and found himself looming through the halls. Staying in one place for too long was surely a death wish. Especially with all the activity to transverse from floor to floor. He stayed close to the walls and cautiously peered in the apartments that had their doors hideously broken down. He saw some appalling scenes that sickened him to a point of throwing up his stomach contents.

They never had a chance...

These deaths were inevitable, you humans are just lowly scum.

Malachi eventually reached a door that didn’t appear damaged or locked shut. He figured he’d let himself in to seek refuge for a little while before heading out again. The place looked ransacked, with belongings and furniture strewn everywhere in complete disorder. It appeared to have some sort of fortification before the occupants made their stand and escaped. Shattered glass cracked underneath his shoes, and he found himself standing on what used to be a picture frame. He knelt down and swept the glass shards away to reveal a family photo. They were happy, smiling, two partners embracing a single child. The child was radiant, and full of love. Malachi sighed, closing his eyes solemnly. He hoped they were safe, far away from this disaster— even if he didn’t know them personally.

Hope won’t get you anywhere, you humans are all fools.

You’re wrong. You know nothing of what we can do. You think of us as some low life forms that are unable to fend for themselves. We’re beyond that.

I have yet to see any proof of such thing.

Malachi growled under his breath in discontent and rose, finding himself in the bathroom. He turned on sink, slid off his brass knuckles and started to furiously wash off the blood that stained his tanned skin. Once he was done, he stared at himself in the mirror and observed the long deep scratches on his arms. He curled his lip and started to search for some bandages in the cabinets. They were starting to sting and were just overall uncomfortable. That monster better not have had any poison laced in its claws or something... When he found a small roll of bandages in the further most corner of the cabinet, he made sure the scratches were clean before he started wrapping himself up. Once done, he put the spare bandages in his backpack and started looking around the apartment for any items worth scavenging.

 

[Cutiechook15]

Zayne clamped his jaw shut, biting his tongue. Don’t be a baby, he scolded himself. As Kit spoke, he gave her a quick nod. It did hurt, but not bad enough to let her know. He would just have to suck it up for a few more minutes until she was done.

When Kit had mopped up the blood around the wound, she examined it thoroughly. Normally this kind of wound would need stitches, but I don't trust myself enough to do something like that. She pulled out an antibacterial spray, and began spritzing the healing liquid onto Zayne's arm wound. Then she placed gauze on it, pressing hard and wrapping a brown cling wrap bandage around it. "How does that feel?"

Jean watched, eyebrow's furrowed.

 

[Cutiechook15]

Aisling glanced around as she walked. "I think I hear something," She muttered

Blake clenched his jaw, whispering. "Where?"

 

[Starburst]

Blake clenched his jaw, whispering. "Where?"

"Over that way," Aisling replied, nodding to a door

 

[FrankieDoodle]

When Kit had mopped up the blood around the wound, she examined it thoroughly. Normally this kind of wound would need stitches, but I don't trust myself enough to do something like that. She pulled out an antibacterial spray, and began spritzing the healing liquid onto Zayne's arm wound. Then she placed gauze on it, pressing hard and wrapping a brown cling wrap bandage around it. "How does that feel?"

Jean watched, eyebrow's furrowed.

Zayne winced, biting his tongue even more than before as she sprayed his wound. Once she was done, he pulled his shirt back over his head, grimacing. “Not. . . Not pleasant, but it could be worse.” He answered truthfully. “Thank you.”
He turned to Jean, looking at her foot. “How’s your leg?”

 

[Cutiechook15]

Zayne winced, biting his tongue even more than before as she sprayed his wound. Once she was done, he pulled his shirt back over his head, grimacing. “Not. . . Not pleasant, but it could be worse.” He answered truthfully. “Thank you.”
He turned to Jean, looking at her foot. “How’s your leg?”

"I've had worse," she hid a grimace with a smirk. Then it faded as she felt her leg throb. "I'm sorry, by the way, for choosing to go to the left. It was foolish and impulsive, and ended up in both of us getting injured. We should have agreed to a decision instead of me making one based off a chance game." She glanced down at her feet, taking a deep breath to hold back tears. "Please forgive me."