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Post by ZANE AZEALIS on Jun 10, 2012 6:10:22 GMT -5
 Zane groaned, bracing his hands on the sides of the toilet seat as his stomach heaved again, trying to expel whatever little was left in it. Apparently, not much; the only thing that came up was bile. Anything Zane had eaten or drunk in the past day had already come up in the past ten minutes of steady puking. Zane spat, trying to get the foul taste out of his mouth, and waited to see if anything else was going to happen. His stomach still felt like it was trying to tie itself in a knot, throbbing like someone had hit him in the gut with a baseball bat, but after a moment he figured nothing more was going to come up.
He flushed the toilet a third time, then straightened up slowly. His head spun like a whirligig as he pushed the stall open and half-stumbled out to the sink. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror; his hair was damp and darkened with sweat, sticking to his head, and his face had gone even paler than usual. Goddamn meds the doctors had forced on him had really done a number on him this time. Zane leaned over the sink, splashing water on his face until his pounding headache receded a little.
After a couple of months of being in this place, one would think Zane would know better than to cause trouble, at least where the security cameras could see. One would be wrong. Zane was a bit too rebellious for his own good; no matter how many times he was told to do something by the guards or anybody else around the place, he still had to push the limits and see how much disobedience he could get away with. Some part of him still hoped, if he made enough trouble, they’d pitch him out on his ass and let him fend for himself against the zombies (which was exactly what he wanted). The other part of him just wanted to make trouble for the hell of it, as some kind of payback for locking him up in here.
It probably wasn’t the smartest move, considering this was the third time this month already he’d ended up puking his guts out in the bathroom. He wasn’t sure if the drugs had been supposed to be testing for the cure or if they were just ‘sedating’ him (again). His memory was a little muddled in that regard. He guessed it didn’t really matter one way or the other; either way, it sucked ass.
Zane turned and made his way out of the bathroom, wiping his face on his sleeve absently (it was just the stupid patient’s uniform, so he might as well use it as a towel). It wasn’t far down the hall to ‘his’ room, which looked exactly like all of the other tiny, windowless rooms the patients were supposed to stay in. He used the wall to balance, his spinning head making it hard for him to stay upright otherwise, and soon reached his door. Zane shoved it open and went in, not bothering to close it behind him, then collapsed on his bed. The pain in his head and stomach hadn’t eased, but maybe if he lay there long enough, he’d fall asleep and get to sleep off the effects of the drugs.
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Post by JUDAH TEMPLE on Jun 10, 2012 17:43:36 GMT -5
Judah was wandering down the halls when he happened to see it. A young man was causing trouble. It wasn't anything new. Some of the other patients preferred to stick up their chin rather than try to make the best of the situation in the best way they could. This boy was probably one of the worst and if he kept up his act, he'd probably get kicked out. It was a sad thing to see to the priest. They were given what they needed and protected from the zombies, but it wasn't heaven. There was little to do, so causing trouble could be the most fun there was for some of his fellow patients. Yet, that would result most likely in death by zombie.
The priest didn't want to see this poor boy end up like that so he decided to make a difference in the young mans life. The only problem was he knew nothing about him. It wasn't hard to find out though, his antics made his name known by a few of the other patients so he found that out, and was in return able to more easily locate his room. It would have been just fine if the boy was in the dining room, but he wasn't hence the need for a mini quest to find him.
Cheerily, Judah made his way to the room that he hoped was the boy's, Zane's, room. When the red-head finally arrived he found the door ajar, and after a cursory glance into the room he found that the boy seemed to be laying on his bed. He didn't seem to be in the best state. A slight frown made it's way onto the priests face. "Hello?" he'd ask rapping gently on the open door before letting himself in. "I hope you don't mind if I come in." he'd say, making an awkward smile. After a moments pause he'd take a few more steps forward so that he was only about a foot away from the man's bed. "You look like you feel terrible... Do you need to go to the infirmary?" he'd ask up on further inspection, a look of concern replacing the smile.
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Post by ZANE AZEALIS on Jun 11, 2012 11:16:24 GMT -5
It took a moment for the voice to penetrate past the fog of pain and dizziness in Zane’s head, and a moment more before he actually comprehended what had been said. His first thought was that it was a doctor, come to check up on him or stick him with more needles, but then he decided the voice had been too polite for that. A doctor would have just waltzed his white-coated ass right on in and done whatever he wanted to do. After all, it wasn’t as though Zane could fight back, especially considering his current state. The entrance had been too polite, though, for that to be the case, even if whoever it was hadn’t waited for an answer before coming in.
Maybe it would distract him, Zane decided grumpily. He’d collapsed on the bed on his stomach, face buried in his pillow, and now he turned his head to look over at the door. He vaguely recognized the man who’d come in; he didn’t know him, had never talked to the guy, but he’d seen him around a few times. A priest, if Zane remembered right. Too bad he didn’t believe in God, especially after all of this.
Zane narrowed his eyes slightly, eying the man. Why was he here? It seemed pretty damn random for the guy to go to the trouble of finding his room when they’d never spoken before. Had the doctors enlisted the guy to come talk to him? If so, what did they expect to accomplish with that? It didn’t make any sense.
He snorted at the man’s suggestion. The infirmary. Hah. What a joke. Go crawling back to the people who’d done this to him asking them to fix it. No way he was doing that. Zane would have had to be a hell of a lot more miserable than he was to even consider the idea. ”Considering the ‘doctors’ did this to me, the infirmary isn’t gonna help me any,” Zane said in his Aussie drawl, grimacing as his stomach twisted again. He shifted, trying to find a position that would calm it down, but had no luck. When he spoke again, his voice was snappish and rough with pain. ”Why the hell do you care, anyway? I don’t even know you.”
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Post by JUDAH TEMPLE on Jun 11, 2012 21:33:54 GMT -5
When the young man turned his head to look at Judah, the man couldn't help, but feel sorry for him. At the mention that it was the doctors who did it to him, Judah's mouth formed a frown. There was no denying the rumors that went around. The rumors of what the doctors really did. Everyone, for the most part, passed it off as simple paranoia. Some people got taken away by the doctors, but the answer was obvious. They just couldn't handle the stress, that's all. Stop obsessing over your weather balloons, there are no aliens.
When Zane grimaced, Judah instinctively moved forward as if helping him out would be as simple as catching someone from falling. Of course, it wasn't that simple, but it seemed that there was nothing to worry about for the moment.
The rough words that came out of the other man's mouth had little effect on Judah. He was quite used to the snapping of those who didn't want his help. There was plenty of them here. Everyone was upset, and they all had their own scars thanks to the problems going on. Their anger was justified, just misplaced. If it was misplaced on him, and not some other poor soul that was just fine for the red-head. "I care, because I can." he'd say simply in response to Zane's question. "In times like this, why shouldn't I care? We can count on no one, but each other. After all, we can't expect the Lord to be able to take care of everyone, even if he is God." The preist would smile softly at the male.
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Post by ZANE AZEALIS on Jun 12, 2012 11:50:30 GMT -5
The guy seemed awfully concerned about him, Zane noticed, despite his grumpiness and the fact that they’d never met before. The guy seemed genuine enough about it, though, without any of the fake concern or ‘reassuring’ smiles that the doctors often favored. Zane eyed him through the strands of sweat-damp hair that had fallen in his face, Maybe he was one of those bleeding-heart types, wanting to help everybody he met just out of the goodness of his heart. Zane hadn’t thought anybody like that would be able to survive very long with all of the monsters who looked like people running around, but then again, the guy was locked up in here with the rest of them. Didn’t seem like much of a troublemaker, either, so maybe he actually wanted to be in this hellhole.
His anger faded slightly, and Zane at least attempted to tamp it down somewhat so he didn’t glare quite as much. It wasn’t this guy’s fault that the doctors were fucking with him. He shifted again, still unable to get comfortable, and raised his head long enough to flip his pillow over to the other side. The cool pillowcase felt good against his flushed, sweaty skin.
He snorted at the other man’s answer, but it was more disbelieving than malicious. ”Most people would say you can’t count on anybody these days, including God,” he countered, the ”myself included” implied but left unsaid. A slight sardonic smirk tugged at the corner of Zane’s mouth. ”And considering I don’t believe he exists, I doubt I’m too high up on the big man’s to-help list.” He couldn’t understand how anybody could believe in God with all that was going on right now. If God did exist, and he was letting zombies overrun the country, the dude had a pretty nasty sense of humor.
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Post by JUDAH TEMPLE on Jul 10, 2012 17:11:18 GMT -5
The priests soft smile would remain on his face even as the boy spoke with a pessimistic attitude. After all, how could Judah expect for the kid to be especially cheery considering the state that he was in at the moment. Not only that, but it was understandable for anyone to have little faith in anything with the state of the world in general. It came to no surprise when people were surprised by Judah's attitude. No doubt some repressed part of him was surprised that he was able to hang on so well considering all he'd been through. Then again, that part of him was repressed for a reason.
"That's the problem with most people these days." he'd reply. "They don't believe they can rely on others, and it becomes a chain reaction of not believing. Before this all happened, though, if you were a lady walking through a part of town where there was a known rapist, you didn't go alone. You went with a friend, or two friends, because you knew that there was strength in numbers." Judah would shrug. "At least, that's how I figure it. I'm not sure where everyone got the idea that relying on yourself was the best option. Maybe it's the hysteria talking."
The priest would pause momentarily to let the information sink in a bit, but he soon began talking again. "As for not being to high up on God's to-help list, I doubt many of us are." he was still smiling softly as he talked. "I'm sure he's busier trying to think of the whole rather than the individual. While we might not be able to count on him to help us survive, I'm sure we can count on him to get rid of the beasts that are roaming the earth." With that, he would end his little spiel and wait for Zane's input.
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Post by ZANE AZEALIS on Aug 13, 2012 20:06:17 GMT -5
Zane was mildly surprised, to be honest, that the priest didn’t seem annoyed at all at the way he was talking about God. He’d run into plenty of people before who would get mad at the irreverent way he referred the big dog, not that it bothered him much. He just brushed them off; he wasn’t Christian, and as far as he was concerned that meant he could talk about the guy however he wanted, since he didn’t technically believe in him. But the red-haired priest seemed fairly unflappable about the whole thing, which gave him a couple of points as far as Zane was concerned. Something like that would have been a dumb thing to get mad about.
The Aussie rolled his eyes at the priest’s speech, shifting his body on the bed in an attempt to find a position where his stomach would stop hurting quite so much (though the conversation was, if nothing else, giving him something to focus on besides how shitty he felt). ”Well, I’ll tell you right now, being hauled off and locked up in this place isn’t makin’ me want to trust anybody too much,” Zane said bluntly, his green eyes narrowing in annoyance at the thought of it.
He snorted at the priest’s belief that God would get rid of the zombies sooner or later. That kind of logic didn’t work, in Zane’s mind. If God existed and could get rid of the zombies, why had he let them show up in the first place? The world was going to hell in a handbasket, and God didn’t seem to be in the picture. ”I don’t believe that,” he said, voicing his thoughts. ”Two problems with it. First, why would he have let ‘em show up in the first place? Second, if he does exist and could get rid of ‘em, why hasn’t he already?”
Zane shook his head and let his head drop back onto his arms. ”Nah. Either he can’t do shit about ‘em, or he’s having too much fun watching us all run around like chicken with our heads cut off to do shit. We’re on our own.”
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