Sorry? Me too, but she ain't?...no, no, nothing wrong. Feels special, like she ain't gonna stop resting on thi, she's gonna stay. She got t' bad guy, again. She's gonna be alright. Neville's head moved against Clare's. He smiled, because he hadn't strength to move his limbs, or speak. He just heard...

Faintly, Neville could hear the bullets cracking into wood; most of them had gone far wide, though his arm felt suddenly numb...most, not all. A numb patch in his back as well; he'd struggled round to his front, and now he lay like that. After t' car hit Billy, did he feel?...hell, s'pose every day'...

Jus' in time... Then Neville coughed. And kept coughing, as the red blossomed out of his jacket. Now , it hurt, much worse than a cricket ball. Shot in the lung; drowning a mile from the ocean. Scary was what it was like. Neville heard the voices over his head. He fired once, in something like the ...

"I told you to drop it, you-" The second guy to mug Neville had sounded just the same. Maybe hitting for some guys was shooting for others, but Neville was whipping back to the door before he'd begun to think- When his foot caught the board, it ever so nearly rang like a bell. In the falli...

What...t'... Neville snapped back to Tie-boy; close one. Just as well they were both too tired to be all that trigger happy. Small comfort with this guy, of course, from how he looked, spoke, and reacted to a maniac blowing a injured boy's head off. Confused? Bloody horrified would be closer to Sta...

After the burst of movement, Neville's body kicked back; he swayed a little but kept the gun steady. He hoped Clare and Ryan would be following; running in on his own might turn out to be fatally stupid. But then this greasy git had only seen him, so far. Yeah, he's greasy. Am I not allowed to disli...

Neville was considering a smart answer to Ryan's not very encouraging reply, when the voice from the next room froze him. He put his finger to his lips, and moved round the wall; thankfully he'd reloaded his pistol...Neville stopped his train of thought before the cliff. No more killing, unless it w...

ooc: Sorry for the confusion; 'Nev' is my character Neville in this case, not Nevera. I'll call him Neville from now on.

((Continued from: Taking Stock )) After ten minutes, there was faint scraping noise. Nev slumped down inside the back door, looking at the ceiling. Good position to die in...day hadn't been this cold. And he was sweating like a roast pig. At least they'd dressed their wounds on the way there...they...

Footfalls and voices. Lots of them. But no bullets; maybe somebody had got hit. "Gerrout, Ryan!" Nev shouted again. But how did you gerrout on a leg disgorging itself onto the dirt? Neville looked at Clare, then at Ryan, and felt like shit. They'd reached cover; hopefully from the new arri...

When the boy with uzi threw his head round the tree Neville fired, and fired again. More bullets fell around him anyway, and he felt a sharper pain through his armpit. Ryan dashed forward screaming, to grab a pistol; unfortunately not a loaded one. "Gerrout, Ryan!" Neville tore his eyes aw...

"Fuckin' Top banana." (OOC; translates, good idea!) There were, of course, three problems with running. They'd be shot in the back without covering fire, they'd be leaving Dorian behind, and two of the party looked unable to exeed an urgent stagger. Neville attempted to support Clare, at t...

Bloody impressive was Neville's single thought towards Dorian's action, as he himself fell backwards onto his arse, dropping his gun. A worrying amount of blood was pouring between his fingers; he'd hadn't imagined his first use of First Aid would be under gunfire. But then, this was America. Strug...

(ooc: I need to start getting up earlier in the morning! I think two wounding shots out of five on auto will be enough; we're quite cut up enough already, though toukan's machoism has to be comended!) Shooting a man; it read better than it looked. Neville looked numbly at Clare for a few minutes. He...

About the same time Ryan echoed it, Neville absorbed his own words. He hadn't been sure how your mind went about reeling, but this was it. The crying kid wanted to kill too? He , Neville, had just now made the choice? He wanted to run like a plague carrier. He looked at Clare. Were some girls born a...