darkness falls across the land
Characters: Zuko [innerfirewithin] and Tyki Mikk [sleightofhearts]
When: Afternoon of the 27th
Where: Near the City Wall, by the Wastelands.
Rating: R to be safe. He's kind of dying.
Summary: Zuko got bitten by the infected during a solo (idiotic) trip to Veles. Hours have passed -- and Zuko knows he can't go back to Adstringendum without fear of getting others infected. Unfortunately -- or is it fortunately? -- for him, he runs into someone who is fairly capable of solving that problem for him.
It hurt.
It felt like Zuko was hanging onto a cliff edge, by his very fingertips, and any moment now, he was going to fall off. Was this what dying felt like? He couldn't know -- he supposed he had come close to dying before, many times, but he knew he hadn't felt this ill since his father had taught him a lesson all of those years ago.
Walking was becoming difficult -- but Zuko didn't know what to do. He couldn't go back, that was for sure -- and he couldn't go to Adstringendum, either.
The only real option was death. He had accepted that, by now -- death over hurting anyone, Zuko could live with that reality.
The only problem was finding the strength in him to take his sword and cut off his own head. Or maybe a stab through the gut would be better --
"Damn it," Zuko cursed, slumping suddenly against the wall seperating himself from the Wastelands, his vision swimming as he wrapped an arm around his midsection, where the bite was.
When: Afternoon of the 27th
Where: Near the City Wall, by the Wastelands.
Rating: R to be safe. He's kind of dying.
Summary: Zuko got bitten by the infected during a solo (idiotic) trip to Veles. Hours have passed -- and Zuko knows he can't go back to Adstringendum without fear of getting others infected. Unfortunately -- or is it fortunately? -- for him, he runs into someone who is fairly capable of solving that problem for him.
It hurt.
It felt like Zuko was hanging onto a cliff edge, by his very fingertips, and any moment now, he was going to fall off. Was this what dying felt like? He couldn't know -- he supposed he had come close to dying before, many times, but he knew he hadn't felt this ill since his father had taught him a lesson all of those years ago.
Walking was becoming difficult -- but Zuko didn't know what to do. He couldn't go back, that was for sure -- and he couldn't go to Adstringendum, either.
The only real option was death. He had accepted that, by now -- death over hurting anyone, Zuko could live with that reality.
The only problem was finding the strength in him to take his sword and cut off his own head. Or maybe a stab through the gut would be better --
"Damn it," Zuko cursed, slumping suddenly against the wall seperating himself from the Wastelands, his vision swimming as he wrapped an arm around his midsection, where the bite was.