[Walker Count: 3] ☣ So This Is How It Ends

[wentthroughhell]

[Day 3 | Streets of Mayfield | Open to all]It was getting harder to do anything. The air felt heavier, his head was pounding, and no matter how much he drank there was a continuous thirst like his body was missing something. Everyone on staff had been trained to know the affects of radiation poisoning, being a first responder he, Shane, and the

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[zombee_slayer]

[Dempsey was making his usual rounds throughout the town, looking for anything of worth left behind by the dead or just abandonded when he came across a man in the street. Walking over to him and reaching down to grasp his shoulder.]

Hey, buddy you still alive?

[wentthroughhell]

[More than just a little disoriented, Rick opened his eyes just enough to look up at Dempsey. He'd be dead soon- within the hour or less if he stayed out in the open. In that split second he had to laugh albeit weakly with slurred words.]

God Damn... Shane, you know how t' make an entrance.

[zombee_slayer]

[Well now that answered his question.]

I ain't fucking Shane, name's Tank Dempsey. Now get up, this ain't a place a person should take a fucking nap at.

[wentthroughhell]

[Wasn't Shane? It took longer than it should have for his eyes to adjust, but when they finally did he saw the blonde hair and a face he didn't know. Dempsey. He had said his name was Dempsey. Just as slowly realization started to hit him on the situation.]

Ea-easier said than done I'm afraid. Take my pack. It's.. got a few things in it. Food. Supplies- not gonna be needing them where I'm goin.