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oasisnetwork2016-02-19 04:41 am
limped) wrote in oasisnetwork2016-02-19 04:41 am
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[ Early in the morning, whoever is awake will hear a very panicked Newt over the network. ]
They buggin' run! THEY RUN.
[ He sounds out of breath, and despite trying to speak in a hushed whisper, he's sort of loud due to his panic. Guess who has two thumbs and 100% wants to be inside the walls. ]
Shuck only walking! It bloody climbed a tree tryin' to get at me!
[ A tree he'd climbed and then promptly abandoned when the thing climbed it to get to him, jumping down did his leg no favours nor did trying to run as fast as he could, not that he was going to complain about it like some shuck baby. ]
They buggin' run! THEY RUN.
[ He sounds out of breath, and despite trying to speak in a hushed whisper, he's sort of loud due to his panic. Guess who has two thumbs and 100% wants to be inside the walls. ]
Shuck only walking! It bloody climbed a tree tryin' to get at me!
[ A tree he'd climbed and then promptly abandoned when the thing climbed it to get to him, jumping down did his leg no favours nor did trying to run as fast as he could, not that he was going to complain about it like some shuck baby. ]
Another happy little thread jack!
He's shifting as he runs, the change to his half form coming fast and easy. Whiskers fan widely as he falls still just inside the tree line, nose, ears and eyes at work. He doesn't speak, but uses Daryl and Newt to pinpoint their own locations while they furtively whisper back and forth.
His footfalls are as silent as his purebred namesake, weight distributing against the forest floor. He smells the creatures all around him, his fur bristling down the length of his back. And then he hears Newt whisper that he sees one and the forest around him, which had been buzzing with night sounds, falls eerily silent.
And then Alex hears it, shambling and rooting around a short distance off and sure enough, below the scent of the forest and its many residents is Newt's own scent. ]
Leave that one to me. [ His voice is low, and while there is a tougher quality to it, Newt should at least recognize it as Alex's voice. Daryl didn't know him, however, and neither of the two had seen him in this form, so some precaution was called for. Alex was eternally grateful that the ear piece fit his feline ears as well as his human ones. ]
If either of you will please refrain from screaming or trying to kill me when you see me, that'd be great... I'll be the 7 foot tall leopard-man... I doubt I'll be hard to miss. [ And so his own hunt begins. Alex doesn't know Daryl's scent directly, but he can smell another human out here though their exact location is hard to narrow down with everyone being so quiet. He drops to all fours, hands acting as another set of paws as he begins to creep forward, stalking the 'walker' in front of him. His pupils dilate, cupped ears alert and fully forward as his whiskers fan. His tongue flicks over his nose, scents sharpening.
He closes in on the shambling 'walker', his form low to the ground and silent. When it shifts, turning away from him (and possibly toward where Newt is hiding), the lycan leaps with a series of taunt muscles as if a spring has been cut. He hits the creature flat in the back, and besides either of them perhaps catching sight of him while he leaps, the muffled sound of bodies hitting the ground is the only giveaway. His lips peel back in a silent snarl as he pins the creature down, sitting atop of it, and he reaches behind his back and pulls free the knife he'd taken to carrying on him at all times.
He'd taken Daryl's warnings to heart and made a point of not killing the 'walkers' with his fangs, though the technique would likely have proven quite effective; it also would've earned him a mouthful of their blood and he was uncertain he wanted to risk his healing factor not working. He pulls the knife free, his other hand holding the creature's face to the forest floor. He wished he could say he'd had some military training or something, but his next move is simply learned from any number of ridiculous horror movies; he shoves the blade up into the base of the creatures' skull.
It's as effective as a rock or tree limb could've been, but far quieter, and the 'walker' falls still beneath him. He pants softly, whiskers flattening against his muzzle before fanning wide again, and tries to keep his volume as close to whisper level as possible. ]
Got it.
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Continuing to keep his voice low and quiet, he growled out:]
You get to Newt and you get his ass back to the gates. Then you and me are gonna have a talk.
[He didn't bother telling them about the one he was working his way toward. He didn't want the idiot to try and play hero by leaving Newt alone to come help him. And Daryl was better equipped to handle a walker or three than Newt had been for his runner. At the moment anyway.]
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Copy.
[ He leaves it at that, because more talk will just put them further at risk than what they're already dealing with; and he really doesn't want to piss of Daryl
more.And with that, Alex is off, moving through the forest while remaining attentive for any sign of Newt. Thankfully, the lycan had met the youth before and knew his scent from among the foliage and he'd said he was close to the walker he'd taken out. He falls still, ears cupping forward and flicking slightly before he turns his golden gaze to the left. His voice is hushed, no longer over the ear piece. ]
Newt?
here u go dragging tommy in this and also leaving it open for Alex
Uh! [ There's only a split second between them where the thing seems to realise what it's looking at before it lunges forward into a dead run. ] Shit! You're not as buggin' close as ya thought you were! [ He takes off in the direction he'd come from before, at least, he thinks it's where he came from. He runs until his lungs feel like fire, and his heart is pumping acid. He can hear the thing chasing behind him, and movement to his left causes him to put even more into running than he thought he still had.
He keeps running out of necessity and fear, not listening to anything on the radio, he passes something else, it looks like a large animal, or maybe just another Walker, either way, he's not stopping until he turns to look over his shoulder and smacks right into someone or something that was moving just as quickly as him.
Stumbling back he goes down, falling on his ass with a yelp. RUN INTO A WALKER NEWT. GREAT IDEA. His hair is dark with sweat and matted down to his face. And his face is in no better state, the almost healed scrape under his eye met with another one by his temple and dark dirt clings to the sweat on his face, making him look almost as rabid as one of those things. He doesn't hesitate, he acts, and the act is him shoving off from the ground to lunge at the "Walker" that had gotten in his way before it moved against him.
His mind was on Daryl, and the other stupid idiot that followed him out, and Tommy as he grabbed a rock nearby raising it above his head to - oh, brown eyes. Brown eyes he knows. ]
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the second newt's voice had erupted on the comms, thomas had bolted without a word or attempt to coordinate. because that's what thomas does on a normal day, let alone on a day when the best friend he'd already watched die once is out stuck in a tree, possibly about to die again. sorry, team, but for all his talk about team work, sometimes thomas just doesn't care.
he listens in on the comms to daryl, and glenn, and alex, looks for them in the forest, but doesn't chime in, because he's not interested in stopping to talk about this. for a while he's watching daryl from a distance, willing him to track faster. when the huge man-leopard starts making it through the forest, that wish is granted, and daryl probably sees thomas dash off after him - strangely fast for a scrawny little teenager. he's not far behind alex when--
when newt fucking body slams him into the ground, and looks like he's about to crack his skull open with a damn rock. ]
Shit--, Newt waitwaitwait, it's me! [ not that they have a lot of time to talk about it, because the whacker walker is charging along right behind him, lunging at the pile of them. with a quick shove, thomas tosses newt to the side as the walker descends, and meets the thing's face with the knife he'd already had free and ready, the weight of the walker plunging the blade through it's left eye. ]
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He doesn't wait for the thing to try again, moving to roughly shove it off of Thomas. Newt wastes very little time getting to his feet, a small wince at the weight put on his twisted ankle. This was like the Scorch all over again. ]
Come on! Come on! [ No point in being quiet now, it's not like they weren't making a ridiculous amount of noise. Newt's hands drop the rock an instead go to grab at Thomas's arm and grabbing his hand to yank him up. ] There were more! [ Why were there so many people trying to save him? Thomas, he expected, probably. Daryl and Alex muscled their way into trying to bring him back alive. He hadn't asked for the help, not that he wasn't thankful.
He knew Thomas had made some kind of deal with Daryl, so he could understand Daryl attempting to help him, but leaving out into the forest to find him? It was a bloody stupid move, on all three of the other males. ]