Batman dashes after Midna, wings spread out and rockets blaring. He lands near the airlock, investigating the hazmat suits carefully. "Trick or not? I'd rather not take anything while we're here. Which may be a problem, suit's running low on gas." A couple days of intense fighting will do that ( Read more... )

Grif and his group have finally escaped zombies and rust monsters and whatever else, and made provisions for rest and food. (PINpointing back to the forest, clearing out some traps and killing some bears for fresh meat may or may not have been involved.) Ordinarily, that would mean that, it being the next day, they would move on to get through the ( Read more... )

The deserted city and its zombies provided Smokey and Sylar an opportunity to loot food and weapons and work off a little frustration on the skinny, threatening residents. They moved through quickly, only to come to a curious air-lock. Inside, Smokey pokes at the hazmat suits. They're worrying, to say the least ( Read more... )

It was probably a bad idea, but Sam grabbed some more ammo before they left the town, making certain that he was as stocked up as he could be. Who the hell knew what was coming up in the next place, after all ( Read more... )

A new time rising up on us.

He slipped away while they were fighting, while the mad pirate shot at them. He was injured. Slow. Exhausted. Bringing them down. Burdening them. He was sure of it. Better to leave. Better to hide. Nobody else to slow down with his pain and his tired.

It's all going to shit.

Another cycle end and another cycle begun.

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( Ziggy walks through the town, slower and slower as pain and fatigue drag her stamina down. )

Mitsuru has to take several breaths when she steps into…Well, wherever it is that they are now. The air feels different from the city outside; less dusty, more sterilized, and what bleach might feel like if it was breathable. It takes her lungs several tries to get used to the change, and her eyes have to blink before they can take in how eye ( Read more... )

Luc, at the head of the little group, got out of the alley and ended up shortly in a strange green decontamination chamber. It took him a moment to figure out what the things were, and longer to come to a conclusion about it, but they did appear that they could, actually, be a paranoid's best friend. Luc sat down and...well, if the others watched ( Read more... )

When Soze goes to examine the hazmat suits, he notices his hands are shaking.

Low blood sugar, he figures. Too much running. It's a stressful situation, so it all makes sense. He worries that Jeff could be involved somehow (he can tell through the bond that he's somewhere up ahead), but he can't afford to let himself get distracted. He can only ( Read more... )