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IMPORTANT: THIS AU IS OVER, AT LEAST FROM MY PART. I NO LONGER CLAIM THIS AS MY OWN

(ooc)

Hey there! Welcome to the Sneeg Logs AU Intro Post!

this au is about rgbtrio after escaping the now-disbanded Showfall Media corporation. sneeg documents their daily lives, struggles, and other silly things as a way to prove that they’re still alive!! and sometimes….. there’s a picture to go along with it (wow)

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just so everyone knows, im planning on ending sneeg logs here. it started stressing me out beyond belief and it became something that i was very dissatisfied with. it became something i didn’t really want it to become, and i think that this is the final straw to end it.

i don’t really want to hold a community that supports that kind of behavior and i give my condolences to anyone impacted by this. thanks again for telling me. im taking a break from tumblr for a bit because i have not been in a great state, and this is not helping

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

for everyone to know. this is going to be the last post on sneeg logs. sorry if you enjoyed it.

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[The three arrive at a shady apartment complex. Cloud gets out of the car and pockets the keys]

I think we beat Day 3 here.

@sneeglogsau @saviors-retreat

[saviors-retreat]

[He stretches, knife snug in hand. She also strapped a fire axe to her belt, to have something even slightly ranged.]

I doubt they're even coming.

Snag, out the car, chop chop.

@sneeglogsau

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

Okay, okay, just give me a second–

[He pulls himself out of the car, stretching his legs and leaning against the door for stability. A grumbling sigh escapes his mouth as he grabs a handgun.]

And stop calling me ‘Snag’. It makes us seem like business colleagues or something.

@saviors-retreat

[saviors-retreat]

We are, by all technicalities.

Also it's cool. Be cool.

[He's... Flaunting? God, and this is the oldest person here.]

Ow my back-

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I don’t exactly think you should be going on rescue missions like this, old man… Sounds like you’re getting hypertension as we speak.

[The three walk towards the complex, with Sneeg tagging along slightly behind. He makes sure to draw no attention to his visible limp.]

[saviors-retreat]

Says Mr. Swagger.

[She rolls her eyes]

We could get you a cane, y'know.

Or at least a bat to lean on.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I’m still working on getting a cane… But I’m fine, okay?

Just… Keep going…

[saviors-retreat]

[he looks up into the stairs, no elevator in sight.]

How you deal with stairs then, Snag?

[Despite of how snappy she's acting, it appears like they enjoy the way Sneeg doesn't seem too genuinely scared of him.]

... Where'd Cloud go-

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

Already up the stairs. [They sigh, looking down at them, sitting on the fire escape] you two gonna keep blabbing or are we going to get this done?

[saviors-retreat]

Geez- don't get all prissy.

[He starts getting up the stairs, struggling a bit, y'know, the thing about spending the better part of a month without walking.]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

...the medics havent done PT with you... have they? [Their eyebrows knit] yet another grievance I have to take up with them. [They tap on the window, working on popping it out of frame while their companions climbed up the stairs]

[saviors-retreat]

... Just bash it in, we're in the poorest part of the city, I doubt there's alarms.

[He was a bit exasperated.]

Also I have gotten PT, it's just the medics didn't think I'd be hauling ass up a fire escape so soon, if at all.

[She huffs out, just plain irritated at this point.]

...Snag struggling, huh?

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

No.. [they shake their head] if one of the uninfected bitches are in there we need to catch them. If we're barging through the windows, we could risk Niki.

[They pop the frame] you... good @sneeglogsau?

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I’m fine, just… Having your lower body mauled by a monster made of wires makes going upstairs just that little bit harder.

[Sneeg sighs as he reaches the top of the step.]

I take it this is our cue to shut up?

[saviors-retreat]

To at least quiet down.

[he shrugged, he didn't like stealth missions, at all. Not stealth, not ranged weapons. Something about theatricals, she insists any time someone makes even half a quip about it.]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[They drop into the darkened apartment, and not a few seconds later a thud was heard.]

Son!-of- [their voice fades out into the apartment]

[saviors-retreat]

Cloud??

[it starts as a confused whisper, but hell run cold if he's keeping the "stealth act a second longer.]

Snag, you stay where I can see you. Your gun has a light, turn it on.

And whoever you are, get your hands up with your hands where we can see them.

[it comes out a snippy hiss.]

@sneeglogsau

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[Sneeg found the light, turning it on and shining into the apartment.]

We have like, a battalion of weapons by the way, so I don’t think you’d want any of them used, whoever you are…

[saviors-retreat]

[he pockets the knife, opting to take the axe out. He clearly knows something, if he's preparing himself to fight at an arm's length, rather than up close.]

Safety off, Snag, I want you ready at a moment's notice.

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[The figures illuminated by an interior light seemed to be fighting. The blood on the ground was prolly the least concerning when one figure had taken a knife and stabbed the other in the stomach]

[saviors-retreat]

[Hetch, in all her moronic, bloodlusty glory, charges into the room and just... Hits the first person they see in the nose wuth the blunt edge of the axe, before slamming the sharp edge down upon their head. Doesn't matter who that was, not at all, he needed to get that out his system.]

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

…

Good work..?

[saviors-retreat]

... Who'd I get?

[He was a bit winded.]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[Luckily, that was NOT Cloud. The person that was bonked was a female, not in her late 20's. Cloud doubles over, blood dripping from cuts on their face and various other spots. The woman on the floor had the cut in her stomach, knife still stuck in her]

I would assume... Cyrus [they huff]

@sneeglogsau

[saviors-retreat]

... Good riddance.

[She rememberd the only other infected person, and gets quiet.]

I don't want to see anymore lethal force used, understood?

[He realizes how that sounds, and pauses, before awkwardly adding.]

... We... should have a live infected, for. For research.

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

It... is still quite living. [They poke at it with their shoe, the woman stil squirming] still human, unfortunately.

[They look around and find the closet. The pool of blood surrounding the door and hand prints covering the door said enough. They stand to their full height. The blood on their cuts slowly congealed. They look at Sneeg and Hetch before walking to it in silence]

[saviors-retreat]

[She follows closely, in the dark, with the flash of sneegs lantern, you can see his eye flash back, not quite... Human of a trait.]

M' right behind you.

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[They reach out to the handle before having a small coughing fit. They recompose and grab the handle, twisting it with a heavy breath]

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[Sneeg peeks at the body on the floor while the others explore the room]

Have you found Niki? Is she in there?

[saviors-retreat]

... Not quite yet.

[She could see the light pointed her back, which too, meant the gun was pointed at his back.]

Also careful where you aim that shit, I would rather avoid another hole in my torso. There's quite a few.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

Yeah, I’m not an idiot, Hetch. I’m not messing with the gun, okay?

[Sneeg flashes the light around the apartment, occasionally catching the blood on the carpet in its path.]

Maybe she’s in, like… a bedroom closet? Maybe?

[saviors-retreat]

[He hears something the other two don't.]

... Stop, right there. Sneeg, lights out.

[it's... A whole lot of footsteps, you catch a glimpse of a faceless person.]

Ssshit-

They still have drone workers. The masked ones?

... I count six.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[Sneeg goes dead silent, remembering the last resort emergency code he’d been given in the car… ‘Swingset’…]

Uh… would this be an appropriate time to say Swingset?

[saviors-retreat]

Wha-

[Hetch stares at the other man for five solid seconds, almost in sheer horror, before he turns around, slumping slightly. It's like he's one of those drones, as she drags forward, quiet, towards immediate danger. The grip on her axe is turning her knuckles white. And when they're spotted, oh, oh this carnage would make anyone want to puke. It's like she's going out their way to be extra gory with it! It's like he's trained to do this. Beacuase he is. Swingset was the one thing from Showfall that couldn't be erased. A sleeper code, that sends her into a... Bloodlusty frenzy. Good news, she's doing just fine with the drones. Bad news? There's no distinction between friend of foe here. They should hide, less they join the pile of minced meat in the centre of the room.]

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

OH, SHIT!

[Sneeg grabs Cloud and darts into the next room over, locking the door from the inside. He presses his back against the wall, trying to slow his heart rate.]

Would’ve been nice to know that we were one word away from being julienned by Hetch at any given moment… Are you okay, @cloud-anon-of-day3 ?

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

Yeah yeah... [they take a deep breath] we need to reach the closet door though.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

Unfortunately, I think we’re pretty stuck in that department right now… Did Hetch even tell you that he would go full Cujo on anyone at the slightest mention of a swingset??

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

Well... no. However.... since you activated it, you should be safe correct? Testing the theory of a sleeper code...

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I mean… I can try..? I’ve still got my gun for protection anyway…

[Sneeg cracked the door open just a bit, the metallic stench of blood hitting his nose unceremoniously]

Uh… Hetch? You good?

[saviors-retreat]

[It's all dead quiet but the noise of a heaved, shuddery breath, choked out sobs. It's been 20 minutes since... That broke out, and Hetch thankfully seems to have snapped out of it.]

... Wha- wh-

[...By far, worse than the carnage, is the blood and slobber on Hetch's mouth, signalling he did more than just mangle those poor bastards.]

... t- Taken..?

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[Sneeg halts in the doorway. The blood is so overpowering, so sickening.]

Hetch… Don’t call me that… Are you uhm…

[Sneeg gestured to the blackened mess around Hetch’s form]

Are you okay..? Do you need something..?

[saviors-retreat]

[There's a pause of deafening, uncomfortable silence.]

...

Shoot me.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

Huh..? Uhm… no. No, I can shoot you later.

[Sneeg then did something he would’ve never expected to willingly do. He held his hand out to Hetch.]

Come on, we still have to find Niki. You’re not getting out of this that easily.

[saviors-retreat]

Uh-

[You can tell she's taken aback by this.]

But I just-

[they look back at the carnage, then take Sneegs hand. Somewhere, someone without a body of their own is jealous. But Hetch takes Sneegs hand.]

... Back when I first talked to you... Uh- through the blog, when I called you Brendan. I wasn't lying. That is your real name.

[There's a sigh.]

... I wanted you to know.

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

...I hate to break up the friendship bonding moment but we should probably find Niki and get the fuck out of here before more of them [they gesture to the fallen employees] or the other infected makes their way over.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[It takes Sneeg a while to think back to Hetch’s first message to him post-Showfall, but a lion of realization soon spread across his face, followed by a sunken-in expression.]

Oh… Oh, okay… Uhm…

They clearly didn’t give me that when I got my memory back…

[Sneeg tried to joke it off and follow Cloud’s instruction.]

Thanks for telling me, I guess… Uh… Let’s just find Niki for now.

[saviors-retreat]

Of course, yes, Niki.

[He got up and let go off Sneegs hand, thanking whatever God was out there that it was still pitch black in the house.]

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[The three continue their search around the apartment, with Sneeg eyeing Hetch every few minutes to make sure she was okay.]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[The three arrive at a shady apartment complex. Cloud gets out of the car and pockets the keys]

I think we beat Day 3 here.

@sneeglogsau @saviors-retreat

[saviors-retreat]

[He stretches, knife snug in hand. She also strapped a fire axe to her belt, to have something even slightly ranged.]

I doubt they're even coming.

Snag, out the car, chop chop.

@sneeglogsau

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

Okay, okay, just give me a second–

[He pulls himself out of the car, stretching his legs and leaning against the door for stability. A grumbling sigh escapes his mouth as he grabs a handgun.]

And stop calling me ‘Snag’. It makes us seem like business colleagues or something.

@saviors-retreat

[saviors-retreat]

We are, by all technicalities.

Also it's cool. Be cool.

[He's... Flaunting? God, and this is the oldest person here.]

Ow my back-

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I don’t exactly think you should be going on rescue missions like this, old man… Sounds like you’re getting hypertension as we speak.

[The three walk towards the complex, with Sneeg tagging along slightly behind. He makes sure to draw no attention to his visible limp.]

[saviors-retreat]

Says Mr. Swagger.

[She rolls her eyes]

We could get you a cane, y'know.

Or at least a bat to lean on.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I’m still working on getting a cane… But I’m fine, okay?

Just… Keep going…

[saviors-retreat]

[he looks up into the stairs, no elevator in sight.]

How you deal with stairs then, Snag?

[Despite of how snappy she's acting, it appears like they enjoy the way Sneeg doesn't seem too genuinely scared of him.]

... Where'd Cloud go-

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

Already up the stairs. [They sigh, looking down at them, sitting on the fire escape] you two gonna keep blabbing or are we going to get this done?

[saviors-retreat]

Geez- don't get all prissy.

[He starts getting up the stairs, struggling a bit, y'know, the thing about spending the better part of a month without walking.]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

...the medics havent done PT with you... have they? [Their eyebrows knit] yet another grievance I have to take up with them. [They tap on the window, working on popping it out of frame while their companions climbed up the stairs]

[saviors-retreat]

... Just bash it in, we're in the poorest part of the city, I doubt there's alarms.

[He was a bit exasperated.]

Also I have gotten PT, it's just the medics didn't think I'd be hauling ass up a fire escape so soon, if at all.

[She huffs out, just plain irritated at this point.]

...Snag struggling, huh?

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

No.. [they shake their head] if one of the uninfected bitches are in there we need to catch them. If we're barging through the windows, we could risk Niki.

[They pop the frame] you... good @sneeglogsau?

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I’m fine, just… Having your lower body mauled by a monster made of wires makes going upstairs just that little bit harder.

[Sneeg sighs as he reaches the top of the step.]

I take it this is our cue to shut up?

[saviors-retreat]

To at least quiet down.

[he shrugged, he didn't like stealth missions, at all. Not stealth, not ranged weapons. Something about theatricals, she insists any time someone makes even half a quip about it.]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[They drop into the darkened apartment, and not a few seconds later a thud was heard.]

Son!-of- [their voice fades out into the apartment]

[saviors-retreat]

Cloud??

[it starts as a confused whisper, but hell run cold if he's keeping the "stealth act a second longer.]

Snag, you stay where I can see you. Your gun has a light, turn it on.

And whoever you are, get your hands up with your hands where we can see them.

[it comes out a snippy hiss.]

@sneeglogsau

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[Sneeg found the light, turning it on and shining into the apartment.]

We have like, a battalion of weapons by the way, so I don’t think you’d want any of them used, whoever you are…

[saviors-retreat]

[he pockets the knife, opting to take the axe out. He clearly knows something, if he's preparing himself to fight at an arm's length, rather than up close.]

Safety off, Snag, I want you ready at a moment's notice.

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[The figures illuminated by an interior light seemed to be fighting. The blood on the ground was prolly the least concerning when one figure had taken a knife and stabbed the other in the stomach]

[saviors-retreat]

[Hetch, in all her moronic, bloodlusty glory, charges into the room and just... Hits the first person they see in the nose wuth the blunt edge of the axe, before slamming the sharp edge down upon their head. Doesn't matter who that was, not at all, he needed to get that out his system.]

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

…

Good work..?

[saviors-retreat]

... Who'd I get?

[He was a bit winded.]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[Luckily, that was NOT Cloud. The person that was bonked was a female, not in her late 20's. Cloud doubles over, blood dripping from cuts on their face and various other spots. The woman on the floor had the cut in her stomach, knife still stuck in her]

I would assume... Cyrus [they huff]

@sneeglogsau

[saviors-retreat]

... Good riddance.

[She rememberd the only other infected person, and gets quiet.]

I don't want to see anymore lethal force used, understood?

[He realizes how that sounds, and pauses, before awkwardly adding.]

... We... should have a live infected, for. For research.

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

It... is still quite living. [They poke at it with their shoe, the woman stil squirming] still human, unfortunately.

[They look around and find the closet. The pool of blood surrounding the door and hand prints covering the door said enough. They stand to their full height. The blood on their cuts slowly congealed. They look at Sneeg and Hetch before walking to it in silence]

[saviors-retreat]

[She follows closely, in the dark, with the flash of sneegs lantern, you can see his eye flash back, not quite... Human of a trait.]

M' right behind you.

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[They reach out to the handle before having a small coughing fit. They recompose and grab the handle, twisting it with a heavy breath]

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[Sneeg peeks at the body on the floor while the others explore the room]

Have you found Niki? Is she in there?

[saviors-retreat]

... Not quite yet.

[She could see the light pointed her back, which too, meant the gun was pointed at his back.]

Also careful where you aim that shit, I would rather avoid another hole in my torso. There's quite a few.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

Yeah, I’m not an idiot, Hetch. I’m not messing with the gun, okay?

[Sneeg flashes the light around the apartment, occasionally catching the blood on the carpet in its path.]

Maybe she’s in, like… a bedroom closet? Maybe?

[saviors-retreat]

[He hears something the other two don't.]

... Stop, right there. Sneeg, lights out.

[it's... A whole lot of footsteps, you catch a glimpse of a faceless person.]

Ssshit-

They still have drone workers. The masked ones?

... I count six.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[Sneeg goes dead silent, remembering the last resort emergency code he’d been given in the car… ‘Swingset’…]

Uh… would this be an appropriate time to say Swingset?

[saviors-retreat]

Wha-

[Hetch stares at the other man for five solid seconds, almost in sheer horror, before he turns around, slumping slightly. It's like he's one of those drones, as she drags forward, quiet, towards immediate danger. The grip on her axe is turning her knuckles white. And when they're spotted, oh, oh this carnage would make anyone want to puke. It's like she's going out their way to be extra gory with it! It's like he's trained to do this. Beacuase he is. Swingset was the one thing from Showfall that couldn't be erased. A sleeper code, that sends her into a... Bloodlusty frenzy. Good news, she's doing just fine with the drones. Bad news? There's no distinction between friend of foe here. They should hide, less they join the pile of minced meat in the centre of the room.]

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

OH, SHIT!

[Sneeg grabs Cloud and darts into the next room over, locking the door from the inside. He presses his back against the wall, trying to slow his heart rate.]

Would’ve been nice to know that we were one word away from being julienned by Hetch at any given moment… Are you okay, @cloud-anon-of-day3 ?

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

Yeah yeah... [they take a deep breath] we need to reach the closet door though.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

Unfortunately, I think we’re pretty stuck in that department right now… Did Hetch even tell you that he would go full Cujo on anyone at the slightest mention of a swingset??

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

Well... no. However.... since you activated it, you should be safe correct? Testing the theory of a sleeper code...

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I mean… I can try..? I’ve still got my gun for protection anyway…

[Sneeg cracked the door open just a bit, the metallic stench of blood hitting his nose unceremoniously]

Uh… Hetch? You good?

[saviors-retreat]

[It's all dead quiet but the noise of a heaved, shuddery breath, choked out sobs. It's been 20 minutes since... That broke out, and Hetch thankfully seems to have snapped out of it.]

... Wha- wh-

[...By far, worse than the carnage, is the blood and slobber on Hetch's mouth, signalling he did more than just mangle those poor bastards.]

... t- Taken..?

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[Sneeg halts in the doorway. The blood is so overpowering, so sickening.]

Hetch… Don’t call me that… Are you uhm…

[Sneeg gestured to the blackened mess around Hetch’s form]

Are you okay..? Do you need something..?

[saviors-retreat]

[There's a pause of deafening, uncomfortable silence.]

...

Shoot me.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

Huh..? Uhm… no. No, I can shoot you later.

[Sneeg then did something he would’ve never expected to willingly do. He held his hand out to Hetch.]

Come on, we still have to find Niki. You’re not getting out of this that easily.

[saviors-retreat]

Uh-

[You can tell she's taken aback by this.]

But I just-

[they look back at the carnage, then take Sneegs hand. Somewhere, someone without a body of their own is jealous. But Hetch takes Sneegs hand.]

... Back when I first talked to you... Uh- through the blog, when I called you Brendan. I wasn't lying. That is your real name.

[There's a sigh.]

... I wanted you to know.

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

...I hate to break up the friendship bonding moment but we should probably find Niki and get the fuck out of here before more of them [they gesture to the fallen employees] or the other infected makes their way over.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[It takes Sneeg a while to think back to Hetch’s first message to him post-Showfall, but a lion of realization soon spread across his face, followed by a sunken-in expression.]

Oh… Oh, okay… Uhm…

They clearly didn’t give me that when I got my memory back…

[Sneeg tried to joke it off and follow Cloud’s instruction.]

Thanks for telling me, I guess… Uh… Let’s just find Niki for now.

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[The three arrive at a shady apartment complex. Cloud gets out of the car and pockets the keys]

I think we beat Day 3 here.

@sneeglogsau @saviors-retreat

[saviors-retreat]

[He stretches, knife snug in hand. She also strapped a fire axe to her belt, to have something even slightly ranged.]

I doubt they're even coming.

Snag, out the car, chop chop.

@sneeglogsau

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

Okay, okay, just give me a second–

[He pulls himself out of the car, stretching his legs and leaning against the door for stability. A grumbling sigh escapes his mouth as he grabs a handgun.]

And stop calling me ‘Snag’. It makes us seem like business colleagues or something.

@saviors-retreat

[saviors-retreat]

We are, by all technicalities.

Also it's cool. Be cool.

[He's... Flaunting? God, and this is the oldest person here.]

Ow my back-

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I don’t exactly think you should be going on rescue missions like this, old man… Sounds like you’re getting hypertension as we speak.

[The three walk towards the complex, with Sneeg tagging along slightly behind. He makes sure to draw no attention to his visible limp.]

[saviors-retreat]

Says Mr. Swagger.

[She rolls her eyes]

We could get you a cane, y'know.

Or at least a bat to lean on.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I’m still working on getting a cane… But I’m fine, okay?

Just… Keep going…

[saviors-retreat]

[he looks up into the stairs, no elevator in sight.]

How you deal with stairs then, Snag?

[Despite of how snappy she's acting, it appears like they enjoy the way Sneeg doesn't seem too genuinely scared of him.]

... Where'd Cloud go-

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

Already up the stairs. [They sigh, looking down at them, sitting on the fire escape] you two gonna keep blabbing or are we going to get this done?

[saviors-retreat]

Geez- don't get all prissy.

[He starts getting up the stairs, struggling a bit, y'know, the thing about spending the better part of a month without walking.]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

...the medics havent done PT with you... have they? [Their eyebrows knit] yet another grievance I have to take up with them. [They tap on the window, working on popping it out of frame while their companions climbed up the stairs]

[saviors-retreat]

... Just bash it in, we're in the poorest part of the city, I doubt there's alarms.

[He was a bit exasperated.]

Also I have gotten PT, it's just the medics didn't think I'd be hauling ass up a fire escape so soon, if at all.

[She huffs out, just plain irritated at this point.]

...Snag struggling, huh?

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

No.. [they shake their head] if one of the uninfected bitches are in there we need to catch them. If we're barging through the windows, we could risk Niki.

[They pop the frame] you... good @sneeglogsau?

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I’m fine, just… Having your lower body mauled by a monster made of wires makes going upstairs just that little bit harder.

[Sneeg sighs as he reaches the top of the step.]

I take it this is our cue to shut up?

[saviors-retreat]

To at least quiet down.

[he shrugged, he didn't like stealth missions, at all. Not stealth, not ranged weapons. Something about theatricals, she insists any time someone makes even half a quip about it.]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[They drop into the darkened apartment, and not a few seconds later a thud was heard.]

Son!-of- [their voice fades out into the apartment]

[saviors-retreat]

Cloud??

[it starts as a confused whisper, but hell run cold if he's keeping the "stealth act a second longer.]

Snag, you stay where I can see you. Your gun has a light, turn it on.

And whoever you are, get your hands up with your hands where we can see them.

[it comes out a snippy hiss.]

@sneeglogsau

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[Sneeg found the light, turning it on and shining into the apartment.]

We have like, a battalion of weapons by the way, so I don’t think you’d want any of them used, whoever you are…

[saviors-retreat]

[he pockets the knife, opting to take the axe out. He clearly knows something, if he's preparing himself to fight at an arm's length, rather than up close.]

Safety off, Snag, I want you ready at a moment's notice.

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[The figures illuminated by an interior light seemed to be fighting. The blood on the ground was prolly the least concerning when one figure had taken a knife and stabbed the other in the stomach]

[saviors-retreat]

[Hetch, in all her moronic, bloodlusty glory, charges into the room and just... Hits the first person they see in the nose wuth the blunt edge of the axe, before slamming the sharp edge down upon their head. Doesn't matter who that was, not at all, he needed to get that out his system.]

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

…

Good work..?

[saviors-retreat]

... Who'd I get?

[He was a bit winded.]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[Luckily, that was NOT Cloud. The person that was bonked was a female, not in her late 20's. Cloud doubles over, blood dripping from cuts on their face and various other spots. The woman on the floor had the cut in her stomach, knife still stuck in her]

I would assume... Cyrus [they huff]

@sneeglogsau

[saviors-retreat]

... Good riddance.

[She rememberd the only other infected person, and gets quiet.]

I don't want to see anymore lethal force used, understood?

[He realizes how that sounds, and pauses, before awkwardly adding.]

... We... should have a live infected, for. For research.

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

It... is still quite living. [They poke at it with their shoe, the woman stil squirming] still human, unfortunately.

[They look around and find the closet. The pool of blood surrounding the door and hand prints covering the door said enough. They stand to their full height. The blood on their cuts slowly congealed. They look at Sneeg and Hetch before walking to it in silence]

[saviors-retreat]

[She follows closely, in the dark, with the flash of sneegs lantern, you can see his eye flash back, not quite... Human of a trait.]

M' right behind you.

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[They reach out to the handle before having a small coughing fit. They recompose and grab the handle, twisting it with a heavy breath]

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[Sneeg peeks at the body on the floor while the others explore the room]

Have you found Niki? Is she in there?

[saviors-retreat]

... Not quite yet.

[She could see the light pointed her back, which too, meant the gun was pointed at his back.]

Also careful where you aim that shit, I would rather avoid another hole in my torso. There's quite a few.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

Yeah, I’m not an idiot, Hetch. I’m not messing with the gun, okay?

[Sneeg flashes the light around the apartment, occasionally catching the blood on the carpet in its path.]

Maybe she’s in, like… a bedroom closet? Maybe?

[saviors-retreat]

[He hears something the other two don't.]

... Stop, right there. Sneeg, lights out.

[it's... A whole lot of footsteps, you catch a glimpse of a faceless person.]

Ssshit-

They still have drone workers. The masked ones?

... I count six.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[Sneeg goes dead silent, remembering the last resort emergency code he’d been given in the car… ‘Swingset’…]

Uh… would this be an appropriate time to say Swingset?

[saviors-retreat]

Wha-

[Hetch stares at the other man for five solid seconds, almost in sheer horror, before he turns around, slumping slightly. It's like he's one of those drones, as she drags forward, quiet, towards immediate danger. The grip on her axe is turning her knuckles white. And when they're spotted, oh, oh this carnage would make anyone want to puke. It's like she's going out their way to be extra gory with it! It's like he's trained to do this. Beacuase he is. Swingset was the one thing from Showfall that couldn't be erased. A sleeper code, that sends her into a... Bloodlusty frenzy. Good news, she's doing just fine with the drones. Bad news? There's no distinction between friend of foe here. They should hide, less they join the pile of minced meat in the centre of the room.]

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

OH, SHIT!

[Sneeg grabs Cloud and darts into the next room over, locking the door from the inside. He presses his back against the wall, trying to slow his heart rate.]

Would’ve been nice to know that we were one word away from being julienned by Hetch at any given moment… Are you okay, @cloud-anon-of-day3 ?

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

Yeah yeah... [they take a deep breath] we need to reach the closet door though.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

Unfortunately, I think we’re pretty stuck in that department right now… Did Hetch even tell you that he would go full Cujo on anyone at the slightest mention of a swingset??

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

Well... no. However.... since you activated it, you should be safe correct? Testing the theory of a sleeper code...

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I mean… I can try..? I’ve still got my gun for protection anyway…

[Sneeg cracked the door open just a bit, the metallic stench of blood hitting his nose unceremoniously]

Uh… Hetch? You good?

[saviors-retreat]

[It's all dead quiet but the noise of a heaved, shuddery breath, choked out sobs. It's been 20 minutes since... That broke out, and Hetch thankfully seems to have snapped out of it.]

... Wha- wh-

[...By far, worse than the carnage, is the blood and slobber on Hetch's mouth, signalling he did more than just mangle those poor bastards.]

... t- Taken..?

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[Sneeg halts in the doorway. The blood is so overpowering, so sickening.]

Hetch… Don’t call me that… Are you uhm…

[Sneeg gestured to the blackened mess around Hetch’s form]

Are you okay..? Do you need something..?

[saviors-retreat]

[There's a pause of deafening, uncomfortable silence.]

...

Shoot me.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

Huh..? Uhm… no. No, I can shoot you later.

[Sneeg then did something he would’ve never expected to willingly do. He held his hand out to Hetch.]

Come on, we still have to find Niki. You’re not getting out of this that easily.

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[The three arrive at a shady apartment complex. Cloud gets out of the car and pockets the keys]

I think we beat Day 3 here.

@sneeglogsau @saviors-retreat

[saviors-retreat]

[He stretches, knife snug in hand. She also strapped a fire axe to her belt, to have something even slightly ranged.]

I doubt they're even coming.

Snag, out the car, chop chop.

@sneeglogsau

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

Okay, okay, just give me a second–

[He pulls himself out of the car, stretching his legs and leaning against the door for stability. A grumbling sigh escapes his mouth as he grabs a handgun.]

And stop calling me ‘Snag’. It makes us seem like business colleagues or something.

@saviors-retreat

[saviors-retreat]

We are, by all technicalities.

Also it's cool. Be cool.

[He's... Flaunting? God, and this is the oldest person here.]

Ow my back-

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I don’t exactly think you should be going on rescue missions like this, old man… Sounds like you’re getting hypertension as we speak.

[The three walk towards the complex, with Sneeg tagging along slightly behind. He makes sure to draw no attention to his visible limp.]

[saviors-retreat]

Says Mr. Swagger.

[She rolls her eyes]

We could get you a cane, y'know.

Or at least a bat to lean on.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I’m still working on getting a cane… But I’m fine, okay?

Just… Keep going…

[saviors-retreat]

[he looks up into the stairs, no elevator in sight.]

How you deal with stairs then, Snag?

[Despite of how snappy she's acting, it appears like they enjoy the way Sneeg doesn't seem too genuinely scared of him.]

... Where'd Cloud go-

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

Already up the stairs. [They sigh, looking down at them, sitting on the fire escape] you two gonna keep blabbing or are we going to get this done?

[saviors-retreat]

Geez- don't get all prissy.

[He starts getting up the stairs, struggling a bit, y'know, the thing about spending the better part of a month without walking.]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

...the medics havent done PT with you... have they? [Their eyebrows knit] yet another grievance I have to take up with them. [They tap on the window, working on popping it out of frame while their companions climbed up the stairs]

[saviors-retreat]

... Just bash it in, we're in the poorest part of the city, I doubt there's alarms.

[He was a bit exasperated.]

Also I have gotten PT, it's just the medics didn't think I'd be hauling ass up a fire escape so soon, if at all.

[She huffs out, just plain irritated at this point.]

...Snag struggling, huh?

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

No.. [they shake their head] if one of the uninfected bitches are in there we need to catch them. If we're barging through the windows, we could risk Niki.

[They pop the frame] you... good @sneeglogsau?

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I’m fine, just… Having your lower body mauled by a monster made of wires makes going upstairs just that little bit harder.

[Sneeg sighs as he reaches the top of the step.]

I take it this is our cue to shut up?

[saviors-retreat]

To at least quiet down.

[he shrugged, he didn't like stealth missions, at all. Not stealth, not ranged weapons. Something about theatricals, she insists any time someone makes even half a quip about it.]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[They drop into the darkened apartment, and not a few seconds later a thud was heard.]

Son!-of- [their voice fades out into the apartment]

[saviors-retreat]

Cloud??

[it starts as a confused whisper, but hell run cold if he's keeping the "stealth act a second longer.]

Snag, you stay where I can see you. Your gun has a light, turn it on.

And whoever you are, get your hands up with your hands where we can see them.

[it comes out a snippy hiss.]

@sneeglogsau

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[Sneeg found the light, turning it on and shining into the apartment.]

We have like, a battalion of weapons by the way, so I don’t think you’d want any of them used, whoever you are…

[saviors-retreat]

[he pockets the knife, opting to take the axe out. He clearly knows something, if he's preparing himself to fight at an arm's length, rather than up close.]

Safety off, Snag, I want you ready at a moment's notice.

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[The figures illuminated by an interior light seemed to be fighting. The blood on the ground was prolly the least concerning when one figure had taken a knife and stabbed the other in the stomach]

[saviors-retreat]

[Hetch, in all her moronic, bloodlusty glory, charges into the room and just... Hits the first person they see in the nose wuth the blunt edge of the axe, before slamming the sharp edge down upon their head. Doesn't matter who that was, not at all, he needed to get that out his system.]

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

…

Good work..?

[saviors-retreat]

... Who'd I get?

[He was a bit winded.]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[Luckily, that was NOT Cloud. The person that was bonked was a female, not in her late 20's. Cloud doubles over, blood dripping from cuts on their face and various other spots. The woman on the floor had the cut in her stomach, knife still stuck in her]

I would assume... Cyrus [they huff]

@sneeglogsau

[saviors-retreat]

... Good riddance.

[She rememberd the only other infected person, and gets quiet.]

I don't want to see anymore lethal force used, understood?

[He realizes how that sounds, and pauses, before awkwardly adding.]

... We... should have a live infected, for. For research.

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

It... is still quite living. [They poke at it with their shoe, the woman stil squirming] still human, unfortunately.

[They look around and find the closet. The pool of blood surrounding the door and hand prints covering the door said enough. They stand to their full height. The blood on their cuts slowly congealed. They look at Sneeg and Hetch before walking to it in silence]

[saviors-retreat]

[She follows closely, in the dark, with the flash of sneegs lantern, you can see his eye flash back, not quite... Human of a trait.]

M' right behind you.

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[They reach out to the handle before having a small coughing fit. They recompose and grab the handle, twisting it with a heavy breath]

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[Sneeg peeks at the body on the floor while the others explore the room]

Have you found Niki? Is she in there?

[saviors-retreat]

... Not quite yet.

[She could see the light pointed her back, which too, meant the gun was pointed at his back.]

Also careful where you aim that shit, I would rather avoid another hole in my torso. There's quite a few.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

Yeah, I’m not an idiot, Hetch. I’m not messing with the gun, okay?

[Sneeg flashes the light around the apartment, occasionally catching the blood on the carpet in its path.]

Maybe she’s in, like… a bedroom closet? Maybe?

[saviors-retreat]

[He hears something the other two don't.]

... Stop, right there. Sneeg, lights out.

[it's... A whole lot of footsteps, you catch a glimpse of a faceless person.]

Ssshit-

They still have drone workers. The masked ones?

... I count six.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[Sneeg goes dead silent, remembering the last resort emergency code he’d been given in the car… ‘Swingset’…]

Uh… would this be an appropriate time to say Swingset?

[saviors-retreat]

Wha-

[Hetch stares at the other man for five solid seconds, almost in sheer horror, before he turns around, slumping slightly. It's like he's one of those drones, as she drags forward, quiet, towards immediate danger. The grip on her axe is turning her knuckles white. And when they're spotted, oh, oh this carnage would make anyone want to puke. It's like she's going out their way to be extra gory with it! It's like he's trained to do this. Beacuase he is. Swingset was the one thing from Showfall that couldn't be erased. A sleeper code, that sends her into a... Bloodlusty frenzy. Good news, she's doing just fine with the drones. Bad news? There's no distinction between friend of foe here. They should hide, less they join the pile of minced meat in the centre of the room.]

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

OH, SHIT!

[Sneeg grabs Cloud and darts into the next room over, locking the door from the inside. He presses his back against the wall, trying to slow his heart rate.]

Would’ve been nice to know that we were one word away from being julienned by Hetch at any given moment… Are you okay, @cloud-anon-of-day3 ?

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

Yeah yeah... [they take a deep breath] we need to reach the closet door though.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

Unfortunately, I think we’re pretty stuck in that department right now… Did Hetch even tell you that he would go full Cujo on anyone at the slightest mention of a swingset??

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

Well... no. However.... since you activated it, you should be safe correct? Testing the theory of a sleeper code...

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I mean… I can try..? I’ve still got my gun for protection anyway…

[Sneeg cracked the door open just a bit, the metallic stench of blood hitting his nose unceremoniously]

Uh… Hetch? You good?

[saviors-retreat]

[It's all dead quiet but the noise of a heaved, shuddery breath, choked out sobs. It's been 20 minutes since... That broke out, and Hetch thankfully seems to have snapped out of it.]

... Wha- wh-

[...By far, worse than the carnage, is the blood and slobber on Hetch's mouth, signalling he did more than just mangle those poor bastards.]

... t- Taken..?

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[Sneeg halts in the doorway. The blood is so overpowering, so sickening.]

Hetch… Don’t call me that… Are you uhm…

[Sneeg gestured to the blackened mess around Hetch’s form]

Are you okay..? Do you need something..?

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[The three arrive at a shady apartment complex. Cloud gets out of the car and pockets the keys]

I think we beat Day 3 here.

@sneeglogsau @saviors-retreat

[saviors-retreat]

[He stretches, knife snug in hand. She also strapped a fire axe to her belt, to have something even slightly ranged.]

I doubt they're even coming.

Snag, out the car, chop chop.

@sneeglogsau

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

Okay, okay, just give me a second–

[He pulls himself out of the car, stretching his legs and leaning against the door for stability. A grumbling sigh escapes his mouth as he grabs a handgun.]

And stop calling me ‘Snag’. It makes us seem like business colleagues or something.

@saviors-retreat

[saviors-retreat]

We are, by all technicalities.

Also it's cool. Be cool.

[He's... Flaunting? God, and this is the oldest person here.]

Ow my back-

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I don’t exactly think you should be going on rescue missions like this, old man… Sounds like you’re getting hypertension as we speak.

[The three walk towards the complex, with Sneeg tagging along slightly behind. He makes sure to draw no attention to his visible limp.]

[saviors-retreat]

Says Mr. Swagger.

[She rolls her eyes]

We could get you a cane, y'know.

Or at least a bat to lean on.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I’m still working on getting a cane… But I’m fine, okay?

Just… Keep going…

[saviors-retreat]

[he looks up into the stairs, no elevator in sight.]

How you deal with stairs then, Snag?

[Despite of how snappy she's acting, it appears like they enjoy the way Sneeg doesn't seem too genuinely scared of him.]

... Where'd Cloud go-

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

Already up the stairs. [They sigh, looking down at them, sitting on the fire escape] you two gonna keep blabbing or are we going to get this done?

[saviors-retreat]

Geez- don't get all prissy.

[He starts getting up the stairs, struggling a bit, y'know, the thing about spending the better part of a month without walking.]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

...the medics havent done PT with you... have they? [Their eyebrows knit] yet another grievance I have to take up with them. [They tap on the window, working on popping it out of frame while their companions climbed up the stairs]

[saviors-retreat]

... Just bash it in, we're in the poorest part of the city, I doubt there's alarms.

[He was a bit exasperated.]

Also I have gotten PT, it's just the medics didn't think I'd be hauling ass up a fire escape so soon, if at all.

[She huffs out, just plain irritated at this point.]

...Snag struggling, huh?

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

No.. [they shake their head] if one of the uninfected bitches are in there we need to catch them. If we're barging through the windows, we could risk Niki.

[They pop the frame] you... good @sneeglogsau?

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I’m fine, just… Having your lower body mauled by a monster made of wires makes going upstairs just that little bit harder.

[Sneeg sighs as he reaches the top of the step.]

I take it this is our cue to shut up?

[saviors-retreat]

To at least quiet down.

[he shrugged, he didn't like stealth missions, at all. Not stealth, not ranged weapons. Something about theatricals, she insists any time someone makes even half a quip about it.]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[They drop into the darkened apartment, and not a few seconds later a thud was heard.]

Son!-of- [their voice fades out into the apartment]

[saviors-retreat]

Cloud??

[it starts as a confused whisper, but hell run cold if he's keeping the "stealth act a second longer.]

Snag, you stay where I can see you. Your gun has a light, turn it on.

And whoever you are, get your hands up with your hands where we can see them.

[it comes out a snippy hiss.]

@sneeglogsau

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[Sneeg found the light, turning it on and shining into the apartment.]

We have like, a battalion of weapons by the way, so I don’t think you’d want any of them used, whoever you are…

[saviors-retreat]

[he pockets the knife, opting to take the axe out. He clearly knows something, if he's preparing himself to fight at an arm's length, rather than up close.]

Safety off, Snag, I want you ready at a moment's notice.

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[The figures illuminated by an interior light seemed to be fighting. The blood on the ground was prolly the least concerning when one figure had taken a knife and stabbed the other in the stomach]

[saviors-retreat]

[Hetch, in all her moronic, bloodlusty glory, charges into the room and just... Hits the first person they see in the nose wuth the blunt edge of the axe, before slamming the sharp edge down upon their head. Doesn't matter who that was, not at all, he needed to get that out his system.]

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

…

Good work..?

[saviors-retreat]

... Who'd I get?

[He was a bit winded.]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[Luckily, that was NOT Cloud. The person that was bonked was a female, not in her late 20's. Cloud doubles over, blood dripping from cuts on their face and various other spots. The woman on the floor had the cut in her stomach, knife still stuck in her]

I would assume... Cyrus [they huff]

@sneeglogsau

[saviors-retreat]

... Good riddance.

[She rememberd the only other infected person, and gets quiet.]

I don't want to see anymore lethal force used, understood?

[He realizes how that sounds, and pauses, before awkwardly adding.]

... We... should have a live infected, for. For research.

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

It... is still quite living. [They poke at it with their shoe, the woman stil squirming] still human, unfortunately.

[They look around and find the closet. The pool of blood surrounding the door and hand prints covering the door said enough. They stand to their full height. The blood on their cuts slowly congealed. They look at Sneeg and Hetch before walking to it in silence]

[saviors-retreat]

[She follows closely, in the dark, with the flash of sneegs lantern, you can see his eye flash back, not quite... Human of a trait.]

M' right behind you.

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[They reach out to the handle before having a small coughing fit. They recompose and grab the handle, twisting it with a heavy breath]

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[Sneeg peeks at the body on the floor while the others explore the room]

Have you found Niki? Is she in there?

[saviors-retreat]

... Not quite yet.

[She could see the light pointed her back, which too, meant the gun was pointed at his back.]

Also careful where you aim that shit, I would rather avoid another hole in my torso. There's quite a few.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

Yeah, I’m not an idiot, Hetch. I’m not messing with the gun, okay?

[Sneeg flashes the light around the apartment, occasionally catching the blood on the carpet in its path.]

Maybe she’s in, like… a bedroom closet? Maybe?

[saviors-retreat]

[He hears something the other two don't.]

... Stop, right there. Sneeg, lights out.

[it's... A whole lot of footsteps, you catch a glimpse of a faceless person.]

Ssshit-

They still have drone workers. The masked ones?

... I count six.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[Sneeg goes dead silent, remembering the last resort emergency code he’d been given in the car… ‘Swingset’…]

Uh… would this be an appropriate time to say Swingset?

[saviors-retreat]

Wha-

[Hetch stares at the other man for five solid seconds, almost in sheer horror, before he turns around, slumping slightly. It's like he's one of those drones, as she drags forward, quiet, towards immediate danger. The grip on her axe is turning her knuckles white. And when they're spotted, oh, oh this carnage would make anyone want to puke. It's like she's going out their way to be extra gory with it! It's like he's trained to do this. Beacuase he is. Swingset was the one thing from Showfall that couldn't be erased. A sleeper code, that sends her into a... Bloodlusty frenzy. Good news, she's doing just fine with the drones. Bad news? There's no distinction between friend of foe here. They should hide, less they join the pile of minced meat in the centre of the room.]

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

OH, SHIT!

[Sneeg grabs Cloud and darts into the next room over, locking the door from the inside. He presses his back against the wall, trying to slow his heart rate.]

Would’ve been nice to know that we were one word away from being julienned by Hetch at any given moment… Are you okay, @cloud-anon-of-day3 ?

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

Yeah yeah... [they take a deep breath] we need to reach the closet door though.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

Unfortunately, I think we’re pretty stuck in that department right now… Did Hetch even tell you that he would go full Cujo on anyone at the slightest mention of a swingset??

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

Well... no. However.... since you activated it, you should be safe correct? Testing the theory of a sleeper code...

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I mean… I can try..? I’ve still got my gun for protection anyway…

[Sneeg cracked the door open just a bit, the metallic stench of blood hitting his nose unceremoniously]

Uh… Hetch? You good?

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[The three arrive at a shady apartment complex. Cloud gets out of the car and pockets the keys]

I think we beat Day 3 here.

@sneeglogsau @saviors-retreat

[saviors-retreat]

[He stretches, knife snug in hand. She also strapped a fire axe to her belt, to have something even slightly ranged.]

I doubt they're even coming.

Snag, out the car, chop chop.

@sneeglogsau

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

Okay, okay, just give me a second–

[He pulls himself out of the car, stretching his legs and leaning against the door for stability. A grumbling sigh escapes his mouth as he grabs a handgun.]

And stop calling me ‘Snag’. It makes us seem like business colleagues or something.

@saviors-retreat

[saviors-retreat]

We are, by all technicalities.

Also it's cool. Be cool.

[He's... Flaunting? God, and this is the oldest person here.]

Ow my back-

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I don’t exactly think you should be going on rescue missions like this, old man… Sounds like you’re getting hypertension as we speak.

[The three walk towards the complex, with Sneeg tagging along slightly behind. He makes sure to draw no attention to his visible limp.]

[saviors-retreat]

Says Mr. Swagger.

[She rolls her eyes]

We could get you a cane, y'know.

Or at least a bat to lean on.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I’m still working on getting a cane… But I’m fine, okay?

Just… Keep going…

[saviors-retreat]

[he looks up into the stairs, no elevator in sight.]

How you deal with stairs then, Snag?

[Despite of how snappy she's acting, it appears like they enjoy the way Sneeg doesn't seem too genuinely scared of him.]

... Where'd Cloud go-

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

Already up the stairs. [They sigh, looking down at them, sitting on the fire escape] you two gonna keep blabbing or are we going to get this done?

[saviors-retreat]

Geez- don't get all prissy.

[He starts getting up the stairs, struggling a bit, y'know, the thing about spending the better part of a month without walking.]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

...the medics havent done PT with you... have they? [Their eyebrows knit] yet another grievance I have to take up with them. [They tap on the window, working on popping it out of frame while their companions climbed up the stairs]

[saviors-retreat]

... Just bash it in, we're in the poorest part of the city, I doubt there's alarms.

[He was a bit exasperated.]

Also I have gotten PT, it's just the medics didn't think I'd be hauling ass up a fire escape so soon, if at all.

[She huffs out, just plain irritated at this point.]

...Snag struggling, huh?

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

No.. [they shake their head] if one of the uninfected bitches are in there we need to catch them. If we're barging through the windows, we could risk Niki.

[They pop the frame] you... good @sneeglogsau?

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I’m fine, just… Having your lower body mauled by a monster made of wires makes going upstairs just that little bit harder.

[Sneeg sighs as he reaches the top of the step.]

I take it this is our cue to shut up?

[saviors-retreat]

To at least quiet down.

[he shrugged, he didn't like stealth missions, at all. Not stealth, not ranged weapons. Something about theatricals, she insists any time someone makes even half a quip about it.]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[They drop into the darkened apartment, and not a few seconds later a thud was heard.]

Son!-of- [their voice fades out into the apartment]

[saviors-retreat]

Cloud??

[it starts as a confused whisper, but hell run cold if he's keeping the "stealth act a second longer.]

Snag, you stay where I can see you. Your gun has a light, turn it on.

And whoever you are, get your hands up with your hands where we can see them.

[it comes out a snippy hiss.]

@sneeglogsau

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[Sneeg found the light, turning it on and shining into the apartment.]

We have like, a battalion of weapons by the way, so I don’t think you’d want any of them used, whoever you are…

[saviors-retreat]

[he pockets the knife, opting to take the axe out. He clearly knows something, if he's preparing himself to fight at an arm's length, rather than up close.]

Safety off, Snag, I want you ready at a moment's notice.

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[The figures illuminated by an interior light seemed to be fighting. The blood on the ground was prolly the least concerning when one figure had taken a knife and stabbed the other in the stomach]

[saviors-retreat]

[Hetch, in all her moronic, bloodlusty glory, charges into the room and just... Hits the first person they see in the nose wuth the blunt edge of the axe, before slamming the sharp edge down upon their head. Doesn't matter who that was, not at all, he needed to get that out his system.]

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

…

Good work..?

[saviors-retreat]

... Who'd I get?

[He was a bit winded.]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[Luckily, that was NOT Cloud. The person that was bonked was a female, not in her late 20's. Cloud doubles over, blood dripping from cuts on their face and various other spots. The woman on the floor had the cut in her stomach, knife still stuck in her]

I would assume... Cyrus [they huff]

@sneeglogsau

[saviors-retreat]

... Good riddance.

[She rememberd the only other infected person, and gets quiet.]

I don't want to see anymore lethal force used, understood?

[He realizes how that sounds, and pauses, before awkwardly adding.]

... We... should have a live infected, for. For research.

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

It... is still quite living. [They poke at it with their shoe, the woman stil squirming] still human, unfortunately.

[They look around and find the closet. The pool of blood surrounding the door and hand prints covering the door said enough. They stand to their full height. The blood on their cuts slowly congealed. They look at Sneeg and Hetch before walking to it in silence]

[saviors-retreat]

[She follows closely, in the dark, with the flash of sneegs lantern, you can see his eye flash back, not quite... Human of a trait.]

M' right behind you.

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[They reach out to the handle before having a small coughing fit. They recompose and grab the handle, twisting it with a heavy breath]

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[Sneeg peeks at the body on the floor while the others explore the room]

Have you found Niki? Is she in there?

[saviors-retreat]

... Not quite yet.

[She could see the light pointed her back, which too, meant the gun was pointed at his back.]

Also careful where you aim that shit, I would rather avoid another hole in my torso. There's quite a few.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

Yeah, I’m not an idiot, Hetch. I’m not messing with the gun, okay?

[Sneeg flashes the light around the apartment, occasionally catching the blood on the carpet in its path.]

Maybe she’s in, like… a bedroom closet? Maybe?

[saviors-retreat]

[He hears something the other two don't.]

... Stop, right there. Sneeg, lights out.

[it's... A whole lot of footsteps, you catch a glimpse of a faceless person.]

Ssshit-

They still have drone workers. The masked ones?

... I count six.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[Sneeg goes dead silent, remembering the last resort emergency code he’d been given in the car… ‘Swingset’…]

Uh… would this be an appropriate time to say Swingset?

[saviors-retreat]

Wha-

[Hetch stares at the other man for five solid seconds, almost in sheer horror, before he turns around, slumping slightly. It's like he's one of those drones, as she drags forward, quiet, towards immediate danger. The grip on her axe is turning her knuckles white. And when they're spotted, oh, oh this carnage would make anyone want to puke. It's like she's going out their way to be extra gory with it! It's like he's trained to do this. Beacuase he is. Swingset was the one thing from Showfall that couldn't be erased. A sleeper code, that sends her into a... Bloodlusty frenzy. Good news, she's doing just fine with the drones. Bad news? There's no distinction between friend of foe here. They should hide, less they join the pile of minced meat in the centre of the room.]

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

OH, SHIT!

[Sneeg grabs Cloud and darts into the next room over, locking the door from the inside. He presses his back against the wall, trying to slow his heart rate.]

Would’ve been nice to know that we were one word away from being julienned by Hetch at any given moment… Are you okay, @cloud-anon-of-day3 ?

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

Yeah yeah... [they take a deep breath] we need to reach the closet door though.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

Unfortunately, I think we’re pretty stuck in that department right now… Did Hetch even tell you that he would go full Cujo on anyone at the slightest mention of a swingset??

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[The three arrive at a shady apartment complex. Cloud gets out of the car and pockets the keys]

I think we beat Day 3 here.

@sneeglogsau @saviors-retreat

[saviors-retreat]

[He stretches, knife snug in hand. She also strapped a fire axe to her belt, to have something even slightly ranged.]

I doubt they're even coming.

Snag, out the car, chop chop.

@sneeglogsau

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

Okay, okay, just give me a second–

[He pulls himself out of the car, stretching his legs and leaning against the door for stability. A grumbling sigh escapes his mouth as he grabs a handgun.]

And stop calling me ‘Snag’. It makes us seem like business colleagues or something.

@saviors-retreat

[saviors-retreat]

We are, by all technicalities.

Also it's cool. Be cool.

[He's... Flaunting? God, and this is the oldest person here.]

Ow my back-

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I don’t exactly think you should be going on rescue missions like this, old man… Sounds like you’re getting hypertension as we speak.

[The three walk towards the complex, with Sneeg tagging along slightly behind. He makes sure to draw no attention to his visible limp.]

[saviors-retreat]

Says Mr. Swagger.

[She rolls her eyes]

We could get you a cane, y'know.

Or at least a bat to lean on.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I’m still working on getting a cane… But I’m fine, okay?

Just… Keep going…

[saviors-retreat]

[he looks up into the stairs, no elevator in sight.]

How you deal with stairs then, Snag?

[Despite of how snappy she's acting, it appears like they enjoy the way Sneeg doesn't seem too genuinely scared of him.]

... Where'd Cloud go-

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

Already up the stairs. [They sigh, looking down at them, sitting on the fire escape] you two gonna keep blabbing or are we going to get this done?

[saviors-retreat]

Geez- don't get all prissy.

[He starts getting up the stairs, struggling a bit, y'know, the thing about spending the better part of a month without walking.]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

...the medics havent done PT with you... have they? [Their eyebrows knit] yet another grievance I have to take up with them. [They tap on the window, working on popping it out of frame while their companions climbed up the stairs]

[saviors-retreat]

... Just bash it in, we're in the poorest part of the city, I doubt there's alarms.

[He was a bit exasperated.]

Also I have gotten PT, it's just the medics didn't think I'd be hauling ass up a fire escape so soon, if at all.

[She huffs out, just plain irritated at this point.]

...Snag struggling, huh?

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

No.. [they shake their head] if one of the uninfected bitches are in there we need to catch them. If we're barging through the windows, we could risk Niki.

[They pop the frame] you... good @sneeglogsau?

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I’m fine, just… Having your lower body mauled by a monster made of wires makes going upstairs just that little bit harder.

[Sneeg sighs as he reaches the top of the step.]

I take it this is our cue to shut up?

[saviors-retreat]

To at least quiet down.

[he shrugged, he didn't like stealth missions, at all. Not stealth, not ranged weapons. Something about theatricals, she insists any time someone makes even half a quip about it.]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[They drop into the darkened apartment, and not a few seconds later a thud was heard.]

Son!-of- [their voice fades out into the apartment]

[saviors-retreat]

Cloud??

[it starts as a confused whisper, but hell run cold if he's keeping the "stealth act a second longer.]

Snag, you stay where I can see you. Your gun has a light, turn it on.

And whoever you are, get your hands up with your hands where we can see them.

[it comes out a snippy hiss.]

@sneeglogsau

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[Sneeg found the light, turning it on and shining into the apartment.]

We have like, a battalion of weapons by the way, so I don’t think you’d want any of them used, whoever you are…

[saviors-retreat]

[he pockets the knife, opting to take the axe out. He clearly knows something, if he's preparing himself to fight at an arm's length, rather than up close.]

Safety off, Snag, I want you ready at a moment's notice.

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[The figures illuminated by an interior light seemed to be fighting. The blood on the ground was prolly the least concerning when one figure had taken a knife and stabbed the other in the stomach]

[saviors-retreat]

[Hetch, in all her moronic, bloodlusty glory, charges into the room and just... Hits the first person they see in the nose wuth the blunt edge of the axe, before slamming the sharp edge down upon their head. Doesn't matter who that was, not at all, he needed to get that out his system.]

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

…

Good work..?

[saviors-retreat]

... Who'd I get?

[He was a bit winded.]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[Luckily, that was NOT Cloud. The person that was bonked was a female, not in her late 20's. Cloud doubles over, blood dripping from cuts on their face and various other spots. The woman on the floor had the cut in her stomach, knife still stuck in her]

I would assume... Cyrus [they huff]

@sneeglogsau

[saviors-retreat]

... Good riddance.

[She rememberd the only other infected person, and gets quiet.]

I don't want to see anymore lethal force used, understood?

[He realizes how that sounds, and pauses, before awkwardly adding.]

... We... should have a live infected, for. For research.

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

It... is still quite living. [They poke at it with their shoe, the woman stil squirming] still human, unfortunately.

[They look around and find the closet. The pool of blood surrounding the door and hand prints covering the door said enough. They stand to their full height. The blood on their cuts slowly congealed. They look at Sneeg and Hetch before walking to it in silence]

[saviors-retreat]

[She follows closely, in the dark, with the flash of sneegs lantern, you can see his eye flash back, not quite... Human of a trait.]

M' right behind you.

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[They reach out to the handle before having a small coughing fit. They recompose and grab the handle, twisting it with a heavy breath]

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[Sneeg peeks at the body on the floor while the others explore the room]

Have you found Niki? Is she in there?

[saviors-retreat]

... Not quite yet.

[She could see the light pointed her back, which too, meant the gun was pointed at his back.]

Also careful where you aim that shit, I would rather avoid another hole in my torso. There's quite a few.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

Yeah, I’m not an idiot, Hetch. I’m not messing with the gun, okay?

[Sneeg flashes the light around the apartment, occasionally catching the blood on the carpet in its path.]

Maybe she’s in, like… a bedroom closet? Maybe?

[saviors-retreat]

[He hears something the other two don't.]

... Stop, right there. Sneeg, lights out.

[it's... A whole lot of footsteps, you catch a glimpse of a faceless person.]

Ssshit-

They still have drone workers. The masked ones?

... I count six.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[Sneeg goes dead silent, remembering the last resort emergency code he’d been given in the car… ‘Swingset’…]

Uh… would this be an appropriate time to say Swingset?

[saviors-retreat]

Wha-

[Hetch stares at the other man for five solid seconds, almost in sheer horror, before he turns around, slumping slightly. It's like he's one of those drones, as she drags forward, quiet, towards immediate danger. The grip on her axe is turning her knuckles white. And when they're spotted, oh, oh this carnage would make anyone want to puke. It's like she's going out their way to be extra gory with it! It's like he's trained to do this. Beacuase he is. Swingset was the one thing from Showfall that couldn't be erased. A sleeper code, that sends her into a... Bloodlusty frenzy. Good news, she's doing just fine with the drones. Bad news? There's no distinction between friend of foe here. They should hide, less they join the pile of minced meat in the centre of the room.]

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

OH, SHIT!

[Sneeg grabs Cloud and darts into the next room over, locking the door from the inside. He presses his back against the wall, trying to slow his heart rate.]

Would’ve been nice to know that we were one word away from being julienned by Hetch at any given moment… Are you okay, @cloud-anon-of-day3 ?

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[The three arrive at a shady apartment complex. Cloud gets out of the car and pockets the keys]

I think we beat Day 3 here.

@sneeglogsau @saviors-retreat

[saviors-retreat]

[He stretches, knife snug in hand. She also strapped a fire axe to her belt, to have something even slightly ranged.]

I doubt they're even coming.

Snag, out the car, chop chop.

@sneeglogsau

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

Okay, okay, just give me a second–

[He pulls himself out of the car, stretching his legs and leaning against the door for stability. A grumbling sigh escapes his mouth as he grabs a handgun.]

And stop calling me ‘Snag’. It makes us seem like business colleagues or something.

@saviors-retreat

[saviors-retreat]

We are, by all technicalities.

Also it's cool. Be cool.

[He's... Flaunting? God, and this is the oldest person here.]

Ow my back-

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I don’t exactly think you should be going on rescue missions like this, old man… Sounds like you’re getting hypertension as we speak.

[The three walk towards the complex, with Sneeg tagging along slightly behind. He makes sure to draw no attention to his visible limp.]

[saviors-retreat]

Says Mr. Swagger.

[She rolls her eyes]

We could get you a cane, y'know.

Or at least a bat to lean on.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I’m still working on getting a cane… But I’m fine, okay?

Just… Keep going…

[saviors-retreat]

[he looks up into the stairs, no elevator in sight.]

How you deal with stairs then, Snag?

[Despite of how snappy she's acting, it appears like they enjoy the way Sneeg doesn't seem too genuinely scared of him.]

... Where'd Cloud go-

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

Already up the stairs. [They sigh, looking down at them, sitting on the fire escape] you two gonna keep blabbing or are we going to get this done?

[saviors-retreat]

Geez- don't get all prissy.

[He starts getting up the stairs, struggling a bit, y'know, the thing about spending the better part of a month without walking.]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

...the medics havent done PT with you... have they? [Their eyebrows knit] yet another grievance I have to take up with them. [They tap on the window, working on popping it out of frame while their companions climbed up the stairs]

[saviors-retreat]

... Just bash it in, we're in the poorest part of the city, I doubt there's alarms.

[He was a bit exasperated.]

Also I have gotten PT, it's just the medics didn't think I'd be hauling ass up a fire escape so soon, if at all.

[She huffs out, just plain irritated at this point.]

...Snag struggling, huh?

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

No.. [they shake their head] if one of the uninfected bitches are in there we need to catch them. If we're barging through the windows, we could risk Niki.

[They pop the frame] you... good @sneeglogsau?

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I’m fine, just… Having your lower body mauled by a monster made of wires makes going upstairs just that little bit harder.

[Sneeg sighs as he reaches the top of the step.]

I take it this is our cue to shut up?

[saviors-retreat]

To at least quiet down.

[he shrugged, he didn't like stealth missions, at all. Not stealth, not ranged weapons. Something about theatricals, she insists any time someone makes even half a quip about it.]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[They drop into the darkened apartment, and not a few seconds later a thud was heard.]

Son!-of- [their voice fades out into the apartment]

[saviors-retreat]

Cloud??

[it starts as a confused whisper, but hell run cold if he's keeping the "stealth act a second longer.]

Snag, you stay where I can see you. Your gun has a light, turn it on.

And whoever you are, get your hands up with your hands where we can see them.

[it comes out a snippy hiss.]

@sneeglogsau

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[Sneeg found the light, turning it on and shining into the apartment.]

We have like, a battalion of weapons by the way, so I don’t think you’d want any of them used, whoever you are…

[saviors-retreat]

[he pockets the knife, opting to take the axe out. He clearly knows something, if he's preparing himself to fight at an arm's length, rather than up close.]

Safety off, Snag, I want you ready at a moment's notice.

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[The figures illuminated by an interior light seemed to be fighting. The blood on the ground was prolly the least concerning when one figure had taken a knife and stabbed the other in the stomach]

[saviors-retreat]

[Hetch, in all her moronic, bloodlusty glory, charges into the room and just... Hits the first person they see in the nose wuth the blunt edge of the axe, before slamming the sharp edge down upon their head. Doesn't matter who that was, not at all, he needed to get that out his system.]

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

…

Good work..?

[saviors-retreat]

... Who'd I get?

[He was a bit winded.]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[Luckily, that was NOT Cloud. The person that was bonked was a female, not in her late 20's. Cloud doubles over, blood dripping from cuts on their face and various other spots. The woman on the floor had the cut in her stomach, knife still stuck in her]

I would assume... Cyrus [they huff]

@sneeglogsau

[saviors-retreat]

... Good riddance.

[She rememberd the only other infected person, and gets quiet.]

I don't want to see anymore lethal force used, understood?

[He realizes how that sounds, and pauses, before awkwardly adding.]

... We... should have a live infected, for. For research.

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

It... is still quite living. [They poke at it with their shoe, the woman stil squirming] still human, unfortunately.

[They look around and find the closet. The pool of blood surrounding the door and hand prints covering the door said enough. They stand to their full height. The blood on their cuts slowly congealed. They look at Sneeg and Hetch before walking to it in silence]

[saviors-retreat]

[She follows closely, in the dark, with the flash of sneegs lantern, you can see his eye flash back, not quite... Human of a trait.]

M' right behind you.

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[They reach out to the handle before having a small coughing fit. They recompose and grab the handle, twisting it with a heavy breath]

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[Sneeg peeks at the body on the floor while the others explore the room]

Have you found Niki? Is she in there?

[saviors-retreat]

... Not quite yet.

[She could see the light pointed her back, which too, meant the gun was pointed at his back.]

Also careful where you aim that shit, I would rather avoid another hole in my torso. There's quite a few.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

Yeah, I’m not an idiot, Hetch. I’m not messing with the gun, okay?

[Sneeg flashes the light around the apartment, occasionally catching the blood on the carpet in its path.]

Maybe she’s in, like… a bedroom closet? Maybe?

[saviors-retreat]

[He hears something the other two don't.]

... Stop, right there. Sneeg, lights out.

[it's... A whole lot of footsteps, you catch a glimpse of a faceless person.]

Ssshit-

They still have drone workers. The masked ones?

... I count six.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[Sneeg goes dead silent, remembering the last resort emergency code he’d been given in the car… ‘Swingset’…]

Uh… would this be an appropriate time to say Swingset?

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[The three arrive at a shady apartment complex. Cloud gets out of the car and pockets the keys]

I think we beat Day 3 here.

@sneeglogsau @saviors-retreat

[saviors-retreat]

[He stretches, knife snug in hand. She also strapped a fire axe to her belt, to have something even slightly ranged.]

I doubt they're even coming.

Snag, out the car, chop chop.

@sneeglogsau

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

Okay, okay, just give me a second–

[He pulls himself out of the car, stretching his legs and leaning against the door for stability. A grumbling sigh escapes his mouth as he grabs a handgun.]

And stop calling me ‘Snag’. It makes us seem like business colleagues or something.

@saviors-retreat

[saviors-retreat]

We are, by all technicalities.

Also it's cool. Be cool.

[He's... Flaunting? God, and this is the oldest person here.]

Ow my back-

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I don’t exactly think you should be going on rescue missions like this, old man… Sounds like you’re getting hypertension as we speak.

[The three walk towards the complex, with Sneeg tagging along slightly behind. He makes sure to draw no attention to his visible limp.]

[saviors-retreat]

Says Mr. Swagger.

[She rolls her eyes]

We could get you a cane, y'know.

Or at least a bat to lean on.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I’m still working on getting a cane… But I’m fine, okay?

Just… Keep going…

[saviors-retreat]

[he looks up into the stairs, no elevator in sight.]

How you deal with stairs then, Snag?

[Despite of how snappy she's acting, it appears like they enjoy the way Sneeg doesn't seem too genuinely scared of him.]

... Where'd Cloud go-

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

Already up the stairs. [They sigh, looking down at them, sitting on the fire escape] you two gonna keep blabbing or are we going to get this done?

[saviors-retreat]

Geez- don't get all prissy.

[He starts getting up the stairs, struggling a bit, y'know, the thing about spending the better part of a month without walking.]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

...the medics havent done PT with you... have they? [Their eyebrows knit] yet another grievance I have to take up with them. [They tap on the window, working on popping it out of frame while their companions climbed up the stairs]

[saviors-retreat]

... Just bash it in, we're in the poorest part of the city, I doubt there's alarms.

[He was a bit exasperated.]

Also I have gotten PT, it's just the medics didn't think I'd be hauling ass up a fire escape so soon, if at all.

[She huffs out, just plain irritated at this point.]

...Snag struggling, huh?

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

No.. [they shake their head] if one of the uninfected bitches are in there we need to catch them. If we're barging through the windows, we could risk Niki.

[They pop the frame] you... good @sneeglogsau?

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I’m fine, just… Having your lower body mauled by a monster made of wires makes going upstairs just that little bit harder.

[Sneeg sighs as he reaches the top of the step.]

I take it this is our cue to shut up?

[saviors-retreat]

To at least quiet down.

[he shrugged, he didn't like stealth missions, at all. Not stealth, not ranged weapons. Something about theatricals, she insists any time someone makes even half a quip about it.]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[They drop into the darkened apartment, and not a few seconds later a thud was heard.]

Son!-of- [their voice fades out into the apartment]

[saviors-retreat]

Cloud??

[it starts as a confused whisper, but hell run cold if he's keeping the "stealth act a second longer.]

Snag, you stay where I can see you. Your gun has a light, turn it on.

And whoever you are, get your hands up with your hands where we can see them.

[it comes out a snippy hiss.]

@sneeglogsau

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[Sneeg found the light, turning it on and shining into the apartment.]

We have like, a battalion of weapons by the way, so I don’t think you’d want any of them used, whoever you are…

[saviors-retreat]

[he pockets the knife, opting to take the axe out. He clearly knows something, if he's preparing himself to fight at an arm's length, rather than up close.]

Safety off, Snag, I want you ready at a moment's notice.

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[The figures illuminated by an interior light seemed to be fighting. The blood on the ground was prolly the least concerning when one figure had taken a knife and stabbed the other in the stomach]

[saviors-retreat]

[Hetch, in all her moronic, bloodlusty glory, charges into the room and just... Hits the first person they see in the nose wuth the blunt edge of the axe, before slamming the sharp edge down upon their head. Doesn't matter who that was, not at all, he needed to get that out his system.]

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

…

Good work..?

[saviors-retreat]

... Who'd I get?

[He was a bit winded.]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[Luckily, that was NOT Cloud. The person that was bonked was a female, not in her late 20's. Cloud doubles over, blood dripping from cuts on their face and various other spots. The woman on the floor had the cut in her stomach, knife still stuck in her]

I would assume... Cyrus [they huff]

@sneeglogsau

[saviors-retreat]

... Good riddance.

[She rememberd the only other infected person, and gets quiet.]

I don't want to see anymore lethal force used, understood?

[He realizes how that sounds, and pauses, before awkwardly adding.]

... We... should have a live infected, for. For research.

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

It... is still quite living. [They poke at it with their shoe, the woman stil squirming] still human, unfortunately.

[They look around and find the closet. The pool of blood surrounding the door and hand prints covering the door said enough. They stand to their full height. The blood on their cuts slowly congealed. They look at Sneeg and Hetch before walking to it in silence]

[saviors-retreat]

[She follows closely, in the dark, with the flash of sneegs lantern, you can see his eye flash back, not quite... Human of a trait.]

M' right behind you.

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[They reach out to the handle before having a small coughing fit. They recompose and grab the handle, twisting it with a heavy breath]

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[Sneeg peeks at the body on the floor while the others explore the room]

Have you found Niki? Is she in there?

[saviors-retreat]

... Not quite yet.

[She could see the light pointed her back, which too, meant the gun was pointed at his back.]

Also careful where you aim that shit, I would rather avoid another hole in my torso. There's quite a few.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

Yeah, I’m not an idiot, Hetch. I’m not messing with the gun, okay?

[Sneeg flashes the light around the apartment, occasionally catching the blood on the carpet in its path.]

Maybe she’s in, like… a bedroom closet? Maybe?

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[The three arrive at a shady apartment complex. Cloud gets out of the car and pockets the keys]

I think we beat Day 3 here.

@sneeglogsau @saviors-retreat

[saviors-retreat]

[He stretches, knife snug in hand. She also strapped a fire axe to her belt, to have something even slightly ranged.]

I doubt they're even coming.

Snag, out the car, chop chop.

@sneeglogsau

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

Okay, okay, just give me a second–

[He pulls himself out of the car, stretching his legs and leaning against the door for stability. A grumbling sigh escapes his mouth as he grabs a handgun.]

And stop calling me ‘Snag’. It makes us seem like business colleagues or something.

@saviors-retreat

[saviors-retreat]

We are, by all technicalities.

Also it's cool. Be cool.

[He's... Flaunting? God, and this is the oldest person here.]

Ow my back-

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I don’t exactly think you should be going on rescue missions like this, old man… Sounds like you’re getting hypertension as we speak.

[The three walk towards the complex, with Sneeg tagging along slightly behind. He makes sure to draw no attention to his visible limp.]

[saviors-retreat]

Says Mr. Swagger.

[She rolls her eyes]

We could get you a cane, y'know.

Or at least a bat to lean on.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I’m still working on getting a cane… But I’m fine, okay?

Just… Keep going…

[saviors-retreat]

[he looks up into the stairs, no elevator in sight.]

How you deal with stairs then, Snag?

[Despite of how snappy she's acting, it appears like they enjoy the way Sneeg doesn't seem too genuinely scared of him.]

... Where'd Cloud go-

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

Already up the stairs. [They sigh, looking down at them, sitting on the fire escape] you two gonna keep blabbing or are we going to get this done?

[saviors-retreat]

Geez- don't get all prissy.

[He starts getting up the stairs, struggling a bit, y'know, the thing about spending the better part of a month without walking.]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

...the medics havent done PT with you... have they? [Their eyebrows knit] yet another grievance I have to take up with them. [They tap on the window, working on popping it out of frame while their companions climbed up the stairs]

[saviors-retreat]

... Just bash it in, we're in the poorest part of the city, I doubt there's alarms.

[He was a bit exasperated.]

Also I have gotten PT, it's just the medics didn't think I'd be hauling ass up a fire escape so soon, if at all.

[She huffs out, just plain irritated at this point.]

...Snag struggling, huh?

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

No.. [they shake their head] if one of the uninfected bitches are in there we need to catch them. If we're barging through the windows, we could risk Niki.

[They pop the frame] you... good @sneeglogsau?

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I’m fine, just… Having your lower body mauled by a monster made of wires makes going upstairs just that little bit harder.

[Sneeg sighs as he reaches the top of the step.]

I take it this is our cue to shut up?

[saviors-retreat]

To at least quiet down.

[he shrugged, he didn't like stealth missions, at all. Not stealth, not ranged weapons. Something about theatricals, she insists any time someone makes even half a quip about it.]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[They drop into the darkened apartment, and not a few seconds later a thud was heard.]

Son!-of- [their voice fades out into the apartment]

[saviors-retreat]

Cloud??

[it starts as a confused whisper, but hell run cold if he's keeping the "stealth act a second longer.]

Snag, you stay where I can see you. Your gun has a light, turn it on.

And whoever you are, get your hands up with your hands where we can see them.

[it comes out a snippy hiss.]

@sneeglogsau

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[Sneeg found the light, turning it on and shining into the apartment.]

We have like, a battalion of weapons by the way, so I don’t think you’d want any of them used, whoever you are…

[saviors-retreat]

[he pockets the knife, opting to take the axe out. He clearly knows something, if he's preparing himself to fight at an arm's length, rather than up close.]

Safety off, Snag, I want you ready at a moment's notice.

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[The figures illuminated by an interior light seemed to be fighting. The blood on the ground was prolly the least concerning when one figure had taken a knife and stabbed the other in the stomach]

[saviors-retreat]

[Hetch, in all her moronic, bloodlusty glory, charges into the room and just... Hits the first person they see in the nose wuth the blunt edge of the axe, before slamming the sharp edge down upon their head. Doesn't matter who that was, not at all, he needed to get that out his system.]

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

…

Good work..?

[saviors-retreat]

... Who'd I get?

[He was a bit winded.]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[Luckily, that was NOT Cloud. The person that was bonked was a female, not in her late 20's. Cloud doubles over, blood dripping from cuts on their face and various other spots. The woman on the floor had the cut in her stomach, knife still stuck in her]

I would assume... Cyrus [they huff]

@sneeglogsau

[saviors-retreat]

... Good riddance.

[She rememberd the only other infected person, and gets quiet.]

I don't want to see anymore lethal force used, understood?

[He realizes how that sounds, and pauses, before awkwardly adding.]

... We... should have a live infected, for. For research.

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

It... is still quite living. [They poke at it with their shoe, the woman stil squirming] still human, unfortunately.

[They look around and find the closet. The pool of blood surrounding the door and hand prints covering the door said enough. They stand to their full height. The blood on their cuts slowly congealed. They look at Sneeg and Hetch before walking to it in silence]

[saviors-retreat]

[She follows closely, in the dark, with the flash of sneegs lantern, you can see his eye flash back, not quite... Human of a trait.]

M' right behind you.

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[They reach out to the handle before having a small coughing fit. They recompose and grab the handle, twisting it with a heavy breath]

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[Sneeg peeks at the body on the floor while the others explore the room]

Have you found Niki? Is she in there?

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[The three arrive at a shady apartment complex. Cloud gets out of the car and pockets the keys]

I think we beat Day 3 here.

@sneeglogsau @saviors-retreat

[saviors-retreat]

[He stretches, knife snug in hand. She also strapped a fire axe to her belt, to have something even slightly ranged.]

I doubt they're even coming.

Snag, out the car, chop chop.

@sneeglogsau

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

Okay, okay, just give me a second–

[He pulls himself out of the car, stretching his legs and leaning against the door for stability. A grumbling sigh escapes his mouth as he grabs a handgun.]

And stop calling me ‘Snag’. It makes us seem like business colleagues or something.

@saviors-retreat

[saviors-retreat]

We are, by all technicalities.

Also it's cool. Be cool.

[He's... Flaunting? God, and this is the oldest person here.]

Ow my back-

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I don’t exactly think you should be going on rescue missions like this, old man… Sounds like you’re getting hypertension as we speak.

[The three walk towards the complex, with Sneeg tagging along slightly behind. He makes sure to draw no attention to his visible limp.]

[saviors-retreat]

Says Mr. Swagger.

[She rolls her eyes]

We could get you a cane, y'know.

Or at least a bat to lean on.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I’m still working on getting a cane… But I’m fine, okay?

Just… Keep going…

[saviors-retreat]

[he looks up into the stairs, no elevator in sight.]

How you deal with stairs then, Snag?

[Despite of how snappy she's acting, it appears like they enjoy the way Sneeg doesn't seem too genuinely scared of him.]

... Where'd Cloud go-

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

Already up the stairs. [They sigh, looking down at them, sitting on the fire escape] you two gonna keep blabbing or are we going to get this done?

[saviors-retreat]

Geez- don't get all prissy.

[He starts getting up the stairs, struggling a bit, y'know, the thing about spending the better part of a month without walking.]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

...the medics havent done PT with you... have they? [Their eyebrows knit] yet another grievance I have to take up with them. [They tap on the window, working on popping it out of frame while their companions climbed up the stairs]

[saviors-retreat]

... Just bash it in, we're in the poorest part of the city, I doubt there's alarms.

[He was a bit exasperated.]

Also I have gotten PT, it's just the medics didn't think I'd be hauling ass up a fire escape so soon, if at all.

[She huffs out, just plain irritated at this point.]

...Snag struggling, huh?

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

No.. [they shake their head] if one of the uninfected bitches are in there we need to catch them. If we're barging through the windows, we could risk Niki.

[They pop the frame] you... good @sneeglogsau?

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I’m fine, just… Having your lower body mauled by a monster made of wires makes going upstairs just that little bit harder.

[Sneeg sighs as he reaches the top of the step.]

I take it this is our cue to shut up?

[saviors-retreat]

To at least quiet down.

[he shrugged, he didn't like stealth missions, at all. Not stealth, not ranged weapons. Something about theatricals, she insists any time someone makes even half a quip about it.]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[They drop into the darkened apartment, and not a few seconds later a thud was heard.]

Son!-of- [their voice fades out into the apartment]

[saviors-retreat]

Cloud??

[it starts as a confused whisper, but hell run cold if he's keeping the "stealth act a second longer.]

Snag, you stay where I can see you. Your gun has a light, turn it on.

And whoever you are, get your hands up with your hands where we can see them.

[it comes out a snippy hiss.]

@sneeglogsau

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[Sneeg found the light, turning it on and shining into the apartment.]

We have like, a battalion of weapons by the way, so I don’t think you’d want any of them used, whoever you are…

[saviors-retreat]

[he pockets the knife, opting to take the axe out. He clearly knows something, if he's preparing himself to fight at an arm's length, rather than up close.]

Safety off, Snag, I want you ready at a moment's notice.

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[The figures illuminated by an interior light seemed to be fighting. The blood on the ground was prolly the least concerning when one figure had taken a knife and stabbed the other in the stomach]

[saviors-retreat]

[Hetch, in all her moronic, bloodlusty glory, charges into the room and just... Hits the first person they see in the nose wuth the blunt edge of the axe, before slamming the sharp edge down upon their head. Doesn't matter who that was, not at all, he needed to get that out his system.]

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

…

Good work..?

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[The three arrive at a shady apartment complex. Cloud gets out of the car and pockets the keys]

I think we beat Day 3 here.

@sneeglogsau @saviors-retreat

[saviors-retreat]

[He stretches, knife snug in hand. She also strapped a fire axe to her belt, to have something even slightly ranged.]

I doubt they're even coming.

Snag, out the car, chop chop.

@sneeglogsau

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

Okay, okay, just give me a second–

[He pulls himself out of the car, stretching his legs and leaning against the door for stability. A grumbling sigh escapes his mouth as he grabs a handgun.]

And stop calling me ‘Snag’. It makes us seem like business colleagues or something.

@saviors-retreat

[saviors-retreat]

We are, by all technicalities.

Also it's cool. Be cool.

[He's... Flaunting? God, and this is the oldest person here.]

Ow my back-

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I don’t exactly think you should be going on rescue missions like this, old man… Sounds like you’re getting hypertension as we speak.

[The three walk towards the complex, with Sneeg tagging along slightly behind. He makes sure to draw no attention to his visible limp.]

[saviors-retreat]

Says Mr. Swagger.

[She rolls her eyes]

We could get you a cane, y'know.

Or at least a bat to lean on.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I’m still working on getting a cane… But I’m fine, okay?

Just… Keep going…

[saviors-retreat]

[he looks up into the stairs, no elevator in sight.]

How you deal with stairs then, Snag?

[Despite of how snappy she's acting, it appears like they enjoy the way Sneeg doesn't seem too genuinely scared of him.]

... Where'd Cloud go-

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

Already up the stairs. [They sigh, looking down at them, sitting on the fire escape] you two gonna keep blabbing or are we going to get this done?

[saviors-retreat]

Geez- don't get all prissy.

[He starts getting up the stairs, struggling a bit, y'know, the thing about spending the better part of a month without walking.]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

...the medics havent done PT with you... have they? [Their eyebrows knit] yet another grievance I have to take up with them. [They tap on the window, working on popping it out of frame while their companions climbed up the stairs]

[saviors-retreat]

... Just bash it in, we're in the poorest part of the city, I doubt there's alarms.

[He was a bit exasperated.]

Also I have gotten PT, it's just the medics didn't think I'd be hauling ass up a fire escape so soon, if at all.

[She huffs out, just plain irritated at this point.]

...Snag struggling, huh?

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

No.. [they shake their head] if one of the uninfected bitches are in there we need to catch them. If we're barging through the windows, we could risk Niki.

[They pop the frame] you... good @sneeglogsau?

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I’m fine, just… Having your lower body mauled by a monster made of wires makes going upstairs just that little bit harder.

[Sneeg sighs as he reaches the top of the step.]

I take it this is our cue to shut up?

[saviors-retreat]

To at least quiet down.

[he shrugged, he didn't like stealth missions, at all. Not stealth, not ranged weapons. Something about theatricals, she insists any time someone makes even half a quip about it.]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[They drop into the darkened apartment, and not a few seconds later a thud was heard.]

Son!-of- [their voice fades out into the apartment]

[saviors-retreat]

Cloud??

[it starts as a confused whisper, but hell run cold if he's keeping the "stealth act a second longer.]

Snag, you stay where I can see you. Your gun has a light, turn it on.

And whoever you are, get your hands up with your hands where we can see them.

[it comes out a snippy hiss.]

@sneeglogsau

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[Sneeg found the light, turning it on and shining into the apartment.]

We have like, a battalion of weapons by the way, so I don’t think you’d want any of them used, whoever you are…

[saviors-retreat]

[he pockets the knife, opting to take the axe out. He clearly knows something, if he's preparing himself to fight at an arm's length, rather than up close.]

Safety off, Snag, I want you ready at a moment's notice.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[Sneeg fiddles with the safety.]

Okay, we are no longer safe…

[Sneeg follows Cloud and jimmies his way through the window]

Just give me the fucking word and I’ll start shooting.

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[The three arrive at a shady apartment complex. Cloud gets out of the car and pockets the keys]

I think we beat Day 3 here.

@sneeglogsau @saviors-retreat

[saviors-retreat]

[He stretches, knife snug in hand. She also strapped a fire axe to her belt, to have something even slightly ranged.]

I doubt they're even coming.

Snag, out the car, chop chop.

@sneeglogsau

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

Okay, okay, just give me a second–

[He pulls himself out of the car, stretching his legs and leaning against the door for stability. A grumbling sigh escapes his mouth as he grabs a handgun.]

And stop calling me ‘Snag’. It makes us seem like business colleagues or something.

@saviors-retreat

[saviors-retreat]

We are, by all technicalities.

Also it's cool. Be cool.

[He's... Flaunting? God, and this is the oldest person here.]

Ow my back-

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I don’t exactly think you should be going on rescue missions like this, old man… Sounds like you’re getting hypertension as we speak.

[The three walk towards the complex, with Sneeg tagging along slightly behind. He makes sure to draw no attention to his visible limp.]

[saviors-retreat]

Says Mr. Swagger.

[She rolls her eyes]

We could get you a cane, y'know.

Or at least a bat to lean on.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I’m still working on getting a cane… But I’m fine, okay?

Just… Keep going…

[saviors-retreat]

[he looks up into the stairs, no elevator in sight.]

How you deal with stairs then, Snag?

[Despite of how snappy she's acting, it appears like they enjoy the way Sneeg doesn't seem too genuinely scared of him.]

... Where'd Cloud go-

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

Already up the stairs. [They sigh, looking down at them, sitting on the fire escape] you two gonna keep blabbing or are we going to get this done?

[saviors-retreat]

Geez- don't get all prissy.

[He starts getting up the stairs, struggling a bit, y'know, the thing about spending the better part of a month without walking.]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

...the medics havent done PT with you... have they? [Their eyebrows knit] yet another grievance I have to take up with them. [They tap on the window, working on popping it out of frame while their companions climbed up the stairs]

[saviors-retreat]

... Just bash it in, we're in the poorest part of the city, I doubt there's alarms.

[He was a bit exasperated.]

Also I have gotten PT, it's just the medics didn't think I'd be hauling ass up a fire escape so soon, if at all.

[She huffs out, just plain irritated at this point.]

...Snag struggling, huh?

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

No.. [they shake their head] if one of the uninfected bitches are in there we need to catch them. If we're barging through the windows, we could risk Niki.

[They pop the frame] you... good @sneeglogsau?

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I’m fine, just… Having your lower body mauled by a monster made of wires makes going upstairs just that little bit harder.

[Sneeg sighs as he reaches the top of the step.]

I take it this is our cue to shut up?

[saviors-retreat]

To at least quiet down.

[he shrugged, he didn't like stealth missions, at all. Not stealth, not ranged weapons. Something about theatricals, she insists any time someone makes even half a quip about it.]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[They drop into the darkened apartment, and not a few seconds later a thud was heard.]

Son!-of- [their voice fades out into the apartment]

[saviors-retreat]

Cloud??

[it starts as a confused whisper, but hell run cold if he's keeping the "stealth act a second longer.]

Snag, you stay where I can see you. Your gun has a light, turn it on.

And whoever you are, get your hands up with your hands where we can see them.

[it comes out a snippy hiss.]

@sneeglogsau

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[Sneeg found the light, turning it on and shining into the apartment.]

We have like, a battalion of weapons by the way, so I don’t think you’d want any of them used, whoever you are…

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[The three arrive at a shady apartment complex. Cloud gets out of the car and pockets the keys]

I think we beat Day 3 here.

@sneeglogsau @saviors-retreat

[saviors-retreat]

[He stretches, knife snug in hand. She also strapped a fire axe to her belt, to have something even slightly ranged.]

I doubt they're even coming.

Snag, out the car, chop chop.

@sneeglogsau

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

Okay, okay, just give me a second–

[He pulls himself out of the car, stretching his legs and leaning against the door for stability. A grumbling sigh escapes his mouth as he grabs a handgun.]

And stop calling me ‘Snag’. It makes us seem like business colleagues or something.

@saviors-retreat

[saviors-retreat]

We are, by all technicalities.

Also it's cool. Be cool.

[He's... Flaunting? God, and this is the oldest person here.]

Ow my back-

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I don’t exactly think you should be going on rescue missions like this, old man… Sounds like you’re getting hypertension as we speak.

[The three walk towards the complex, with Sneeg tagging along slightly behind. He makes sure to draw no attention to his visible limp.]

[saviors-retreat]

Says Mr. Swagger.

[She rolls her eyes]

We could get you a cane, y'know.

Or at least a bat to lean on.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I’m still working on getting a cane… But I’m fine, okay?

Just… Keep going…

[saviors-retreat]

[he looks up into the stairs, no elevator in sight.]

How you deal with stairs then, Snag?

[Despite of how snappy she's acting, it appears like they enjoy the way Sneeg doesn't seem too genuinely scared of him.]

... Where'd Cloud go-

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

Already up the stairs. [They sigh, looking down at them, sitting on the fire escape] you two gonna keep blabbing or are we going to get this done?

[saviors-retreat]

Geez- don't get all prissy.

[He starts getting up the stairs, struggling a bit, y'know, the thing about spending the better part of a month without walking.]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

...the medics havent done PT with you... have they? [Their eyebrows knit] yet another grievance I have to take up with them. [They tap on the window, working on popping it out of frame while their companions climbed up the stairs]

[saviors-retreat]

... Just bash it in, we're in the poorest part of the city, I doubt there's alarms.

[He was a bit exasperated.]

Also I have gotten PT, it's just the medics didn't think I'd be hauling ass up a fire escape so soon, if at all.

[She huffs out, just plain irritated at this point.]

...Snag struggling, huh?

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

No.. [they shake their head] if one of the uninfected bitches are in there we need to catch them. If we're barging through the windows, we could risk Niki.

[They pop the frame] you... good @sneeglogsau?

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I’m fine, just… Having your lower body mauled by a monster made of wires makes going upstairs just that little bit harder.

[Sneeg sighs as he reaches the top of the step.]

I take it this is our cue to shut up?

[saviors-retreat]

To at least quiet down.

[he shrugged, he didn't like stealth missions, at all. Not stealth, not ranged weapons. Something about theatricals, she insists any time someone makes even half a quip about it.]

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

[Sneeg nodded, quietly questioning how he would even manage to make it through the open window with his bad leg and the little coordination that came along with it]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

[The three arrive at a shady apartment complex. Cloud gets out of the car and pockets the keys]

I think we beat Day 3 here.

@sneeglogsau @saviors-retreat

[saviors-retreat]

[He stretches, knife snug in hand. She also strapped a fire axe to her belt, to have something even slightly ranged.]

I doubt they're even coming.

Snag, out the car, chop chop.

@sneeglogsau

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

Okay, okay, just give me a second–

[He pulls himself out of the car, stretching his legs and leaning against the door for stability. A grumbling sigh escapes his mouth as he grabs a handgun.]

And stop calling me ‘Snag’. It makes us seem like business colleagues or something.

@saviors-retreat

[saviors-retreat]

We are, by all technicalities.

Also it's cool. Be cool.

[He's... Flaunting? God, and this is the oldest person here.]

Ow my back-

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I don’t exactly think you should be going on rescue missions like this, old man… Sounds like you’re getting hypertension as we speak.

[The three walk towards the complex, with Sneeg tagging along slightly behind. He makes sure to draw no attention to his visible limp.]

[saviors-retreat]

Says Mr. Swagger.

[She rolls her eyes]

We could get you a cane, y'know.

Or at least a bat to lean on.

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I’m still working on getting a cane… But I’m fine, okay?

Just… Keep going…

[saviors-retreat]

[he looks up into the stairs, no elevator in sight.]

How you deal with stairs then, Snag?

[Despite of how snappy she's acting, it appears like they enjoy the way Sneeg doesn't seem too genuinely scared of him.]

... Where'd Cloud go-

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

Already up the stairs. [They sigh, looking down at them, sitting on the fire escape] you two gonna keep blabbing or are we going to get this done?

[saviors-retreat]

Geez- don't get all prissy.

[He starts getting up the stairs, struggling a bit, y'know, the thing about spending the better part of a month without walking.]

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

...the medics havent done PT with you... have they? [Their eyebrows knit] yet another grievance I have to take up with them. [They tap on the window, working on popping it out of frame while their companions climbed up the stairs]

[saviors-retreat]

... Just bash it in, we're in the poorest part of the city, I doubt there's alarms.

[He was a bit exasperated.]

Also I have gotten PT, it's just the medics didn't think I'd be hauling ass up a fire escape so soon, if at all.

[She huffs out, just plain irritated at this point.]

...Snag struggling, huh?

[cloud-anon-of-day3-deactivated]

No.. [they shake their head] if one of the uninfected bitches are in there we need to catch them. If we're barging through the windows, we could risk Niki.

[They pop the frame] you... good @sneeglogsau?

[sneeglogsau-deactivated]

I’m fine, just… Having your lower body mauled by a monster made of wires makes going upstairs just that little bit harder.

[Sneeg sighs as he reaches the top of the step.]

I take it this is our cue to shut up?