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namine

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[There's a terrible, hacking cough coming from a room a little offset from the main, disgusting and wet, like someone choking. If one were to get closer, they'd hear, along with it, the sound of crying. It sounds scared, positively heartbroken. Surely someone should go investigate.]

[ooc: 'sup. have some zombies.]

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[look at the cute little girl, with the tears running down her face, making the sobbing noises. Her skin is sickly looking, her clothes torn, and her hair a mess. Why don't you talk to her ?]

[ooc; oh hey there. ]

[ooc: y halo, fellow zombie buddy.]

[Demyx is off to the side, more or less out of sight from his position standing on a stack of crates. as always, he's coughing his lungs out.]

I don't [cough] see how they could avoid you in this place.

[Red eyes flashed over to the voice, instinctively, Namine became angry, but then she slightly relaxed, tears still gracing her face. It wasn't one of them.]

N-Neither do I. I thought I was right in their path, a-apparently I am off a bit, or a little early.

[ooc; hello m'dearest decaying friend. ]

[Briefly cringes away from those eyes, breaking out into another hacking cough. He wasn't attacking her, so he figured it was safe to talk.]

Well, someone'll be here eventually, either way.

[Bending over, Namine let out another sob, followed by the normal shaking a person got when crying.]

M-Maybe. Though, they could have a-already made it to safety.

Naaah.

[Slurps up his tongue, letting it roll out again after.]

Would've heard 'em.

Well, have you seen a-anyone today yet ?

[Pauses for a bit to listen. ]

Nope! Which means they're running late or--

[Gives a particularly dry and nasty cough.]

...haven't left the house yet.

[Well that was rude, she was trying to listen. Those darling red eyes glance over at the Smoker.]

Either way, w-we will stop them. The Tank, The Boomer, The Hunter, or we will get to them at least once, thats a-all it takes. [sniff]

[It's not his fault! And that makes him laugh, though it turns into another cough.]

Yeah, but if they run into you they're toast instantly. We won't even need those guys.

[He should quit smoking! She rolls her eyes slightly.]

T-That's because they do things I detest, such as shooting at me, lighting me on fire, and flashing a l-light in my direction.

[Again, not his fault the infection did this to him.]

There's, uh, not much you don't like. Not that I'm complaining!

[He'd normally leave her alone, y'know? But it's so boring out here.]

[That's the excuse now a days, but she'll take it.]

Hm, that is true.. b-but still, this is why I attack them. They bother m-me.

[Those tears came back, as she let out yet again another sobbing noise.]

Yeah...

[He'll quiet down a bit, aside from the coughs. Somehow, interrupting her when she's crying seems like a bad idea.]

[Curling up tighter into herself, dear Namine let out her sorrows in the form of tiny droplets that escaped through her eyes. The sobs seamed to turn into more of a moan noise, rather than anything else. ]

[Creepiest sound ever, if you ask Demyx.]

[Her sobs quiet down a bit, but don't discontinue. ]

H-Hm..

[Perks up, speaking between coughs.]

Hear something?

[She glances off for a moment, her head tilted a bit for a better hearing range.]

.. It must h-have been another i-infected. They would have m-made another noise by now.

Horde maybe. Nothing interesting, either way.

[Kicks back into a more comfortable position. Screw being alert.]

[You think with her experience all these years, she'd know better to go exploring weird sounds like that. Sadly, that's not the Redfield way.

At least she's armed. Headshots come naturally to her too.]

Is anyone there?

[Hmm, smells like a human. Demyx can't help but cough, but he's moved into a more alert position. Now if he can just get a good shot...]

[Pauses, Magnum at the ready and still aimed. After years of killing zombies, her senses are honed enough to trace any weird sounds. She may be no Roxas-Kennedy-government-ninja or like her brother, but she can definitely hold well on her own.

She can see his figure from afar, but not sure what he really is.]

[If he's got a clean shot, he'll take it, impossibly long tongue extending out to grab her like a whip.]

[And she dodges it at the last second, instincts immediately swiping the knife she has at her shoulder right at whatever tried to grab her, aiming to cut it off.]

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