Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2015 13:38:11 GMT -5
Brian came in the Med room. He stared at the body on the floor, his face turning pale. As Mutch as he disliked Pete, despised the man, he didn't need to die. He was a good soldier, just a giant ass. As he looked down at Abby, his decison was changed. He knew he was capable of terrible things. What could have been done to the girl mad him sicker than the sight of the mess on the floor. He was glad Max had killed him. Wait, max wasn't moving.
He saw charlie start to act, take charge. Something in him had taken over. Brian moved around the body and to Max's side. He could see his chest still rising. The man was alive, but out of it. There was no way Max could have shot Pete. That means, he turned his eyes to Abby. She had killed him. It was self defence. Justified in he actions.
He checked Max's pulse, though he already knew the answer. The man was bleeding but these were minor wounds. "Rest is the best answer for max," brian said speaking up. "The wounds shouldn't have inflicted damage. If anything it's just cosmetic."
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Amber had nodded when Charles spoke. She rushed out of the room a returned with a few of Becky's clothing. She looked the same size os Abby, not as muscular or tall as Amber. There was a button up shirt, a T, a pair of jeans, and a few other clean items. One of the things about the base was that they had industrial laundry for the base. "Will theese work," she asked setting them next to Abby.
Amber looked at Charles. "I voted for someone else. Not you." She said. "So don't pull the president card. There is no goverment. Just survival." She took a breath, "that being said I appreciate you taking lead. But you will not overrule what I say to my men. If I agree with you its fine. But your order will not come before mine of my men. Just keep that in mind for future reference." She smiled, "I agree with this call and aprectiacte the advice. Now what do you want me to do next."
He saw charlie start to act, take charge. Something in him had taken over. Brian moved around the body and to Max's side. He could see his chest still rising. The man was alive, but out of it. There was no way Max could have shot Pete. That means, he turned his eyes to Abby. She had killed him. It was self defence. Justified in he actions.
He checked Max's pulse, though he already knew the answer. The man was bleeding but these were minor wounds. "Rest is the best answer for max," brian said speaking up. "The wounds shouldn't have inflicted damage. If anything it's just cosmetic."
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Amber had nodded when Charles spoke. She rushed out of the room a returned with a few of Becky's clothing. She looked the same size os Abby, not as muscular or tall as Amber. There was a button up shirt, a T, a pair of jeans, and a few other clean items. One of the things about the base was that they had industrial laundry for the base. "Will theese work," she asked setting them next to Abby.
Amber looked at Charles. "I voted for someone else. Not you." She said. "So don't pull the president card. There is no goverment. Just survival." She took a breath, "that being said I appreciate you taking lead. But you will not overrule what I say to my men. If I agree with you its fine. But your order will not come before mine of my men. Just keep that in mind for future reference." She smiled, "I agree with this call and aprectiacte the advice. Now what do you want me to do next."