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Who: Ethan and whoever wants to join in. Feel free to help him or shun him!
When: Mid-morning, day 33
Where: Main road
What: Ethan is in desperate need of some medical attention so he's looking for the hospital.
Rating: PG-13 for future language, I guess
By the time Ethan's confusing phone conversations came to an end, he'd decided that he would try his damnedest to get out of this town. There had to be a way, no matter what these people thought. He had to get away from these crazy people, and, of course, he had to find Shaun.
He'd made it from that little house to the main road, albeit at a painfully slow pace. It seemed as though his adrenaline high was finally wearing off and he couldn't ignore his injuries anymore. Madison had done what she could for him, but she was no doctor, and they hadn't really had proper supplies for that matter. His body ached all over, his hand was practically crippled from overuse after injuring it so terribly, and every single cut screamed with each step he took.
Plus it was snowing to top it all off, and cold. Ethan wasn't dressed for 30-degree weather, and he certainly wasn't in a well-enough physical state to ignore it. (30 degrees in Pennsylvania was normally nothing, but when you've done all that Ethan has, it suddenly becomes as bone-chilling as 10.) He had no idea how to navigate in this town, either, so finding this Wesker guy was going to be a challenge.
In short, Ethan needed help, but didn't want to ask for it. He trudged onwards.
It wasn't like anyone would stop to help some staggering, bloodied stranger, anyway.
ooc: for reference, Ethan has cuts on his arms and legs from broken glass (he's wearing long sleeves but his clothes are torn where the glass cut him) and his left hand is bandaged/bloody because he's missing part of his pinky.
When: Mid-morning, day 33
Where: Main road
What: Ethan is in desperate need of some medical attention so he's looking for the hospital.
Rating: PG-13 for future language, I guess
By the time Ethan's confusing phone conversations came to an end, he'd decided that he would try his damnedest to get out of this town. There had to be a way, no matter what these people thought. He had to get away from these crazy people, and, of course, he had to find Shaun.
He'd made it from that little house to the main road, albeit at a painfully slow pace. It seemed as though his adrenaline high was finally wearing off and he couldn't ignore his injuries anymore. Madison had done what she could for him, but she was no doctor, and they hadn't really had proper supplies for that matter. His body ached all over, his hand was practically crippled from overuse after injuring it so terribly, and every single cut screamed with each step he took.
Plus it was snowing to top it all off, and cold. Ethan wasn't dressed for 30-degree weather, and he certainly wasn't in a well-enough physical state to ignore it. (30 degrees in Pennsylvania was normally nothing, but when you've done all that Ethan has, it suddenly becomes as bone-chilling as 10.) He had no idea how to navigate in this town, either, so finding this Wesker guy was going to be a challenge.
In short, Ethan needed help, but didn't want to ask for it. He trudged onwards.
It wasn't like anyone would stop to help some staggering, bloodied stranger, anyway.
ooc: for reference, Ethan has cuts on his arms and legs from broken glass (he's wearing long sleeves but his clothes are torn where the glass cut him) and his left hand is bandaged/bloody because he's missing part of his pinky.