Waterworks Management Office

A small office connected to Passage A of the Water Treatment Facility underneath the Administration Building of the University. Its got a regent machine in the room, as well as shelves lined with reference books. It's been used recently, and there is fresh blood splashed across a whiteboard and the wall of the room. A memo on one of the desks reads:


CABLE REPAIR REQUEST

To Roger,

That power cable on the ceiling is decaying. If we leave it as it is, those pesky rats will gnaw it in two.

As you know, a powerful generator is used at this University since they use so many high output lab devices. If the cable is cut, someone could get electrocuted.

Please call a repair person and have him fix it. I'll be on business and won't return for a while. The generator is located on the northwest side of the 1st floor hall. Be sure it's done.

Patrick.

There is another door that leads to the Water Tank.





(Door to Water Tank)

(from here)

The light flickered on in front of them upon entry. The first thing both Saoirse O'Neil and John 'Jack' Cavanaugh caught sight of was red. Loads and loads. Of-



-red. Thick, crimson ichor long since dried up was splattered onto the white board to their right and the wall to their left as well as the door jam and frame. Drag marks on the floor indicated whomever was the donor of all this wasted plasma had crawled over to the wall beside them before clawing at the door and entering the hallway... or rather, the individual got up after bleeding out...!

There was nothing to indicate what caused such a massive hemorrhage, but there was a gun on the ground in the pool of blood, a Beretta 92FS from the casual glance of it. Jack looked to Saoirse whose face was pale as a sheet, and then back to the rest of the room. In spite of the former signs of a struggle, there appeared to be no other hostile creatures or zombies in the room, and he couldn't see how they'd got in either. A failed suicide maybe...? He thought, but that was trying to find an answer where none was needed. It was a relatively dry and warm room with a bunch of tables and such. "...we can work with this." He offered to Saorise, who didn't look fully convinced as he stepped around the blood pond to avoid slipping in case any of it was still wet. He sits her down on the edge of the four connected long tables, and spreads much of the contents onto the floor, giving space for Saoirse to lay down. "Okay," he says, setting his rifle against the wall securely, and Saoirse's heavy guitar bag beside it. He turned to face her about to unzip her bag. "You said you had the supplies to properly suture your hand, yeah?" He asked.

Jack Cavanaugh wrote:(from here)

The light flickered on in front of them upon entry. The first thing both Saoirse O'Neil and John 'Jack' Cavanaugh caught sight of was red. Loads and loads. Of-



-red. Thick, crimson ichor long since dried up was splattered onto the white board to their right and the wall to their left as well as the door jam and frame. Drag marks on the floor indicated whomever was the donor of all this wasted plasma had crawled over to the wall beside them before clawing at the door and entering the hallway... or rather, the individual got up after bleeding out...!

There was nothing to indicate what caused such a massive hemorrhage, but there was a gun on the ground in the pool of blood, a Beretta 92FS from the casual glance of it. Jack looked to Saoirse whose face was pale as a sheet, and then back to the rest of the room. In spite of the former signs of a struggle, there appeared to be no other hostile creatures or zombies in the room, and he couldn't see how they'd got in either. A failed suicide maybe...? He thought, but that was trying to find an answer where none was needed. It was a relatively dry and warm room with a bunch of tables and such. "...we can work with this." He offered to Saorise, who didn't look fully convinced as he stepped around the blood pond to avoid slipping in case any of it was still wet. He sits her down on the edge of the four connected long tables, and spreads much of the contents onto the floor, giving space for Saoirse to lay down.

(from here)

Saoirse's eyes widened at the sight of so much... red. "W-woah... okay dude. Someone had more of a fucked day than us..." She gulped, knowing there had to be half the human body's weight in blood alone on this floor! "Shit... wait, we're staying in here?!" Cried Saoirse who couldn't really object as she was sitting upon the counter of the table as Jack moved their things to a corner of the room. I-I guess now's the time...! Shit man... Sersh mentally whined. She carefully took off her cropped jacket, setting it on the side of the desk and winced as she brought the sleeve past her hand.

Jack Cavanaugh wrote:"Okay," he says, setting his rifle against the wall securely, and Saoirse's heavy guitar bag beside it. He turned to face her about to unzip her bag. "You said you had the supplies to properly suture your hand, yeah?" He asked.

Saoirse tapped her waist bag with her good hand. "They're in my hip pouch, here..." she explained, unzipping it, producing the bottle of alcohol, suture kit and other medicinal items she figured was worth taking between the sporting goods store and Dr. Greg's lab of horrors. "Dude you won't be able to see shit in this light...!" She explained, slightly attempting to delay this halfassed, red neck operation! She looked about and saw a table light and quickly slid off the table to instead sit and lay out her arm, turning the lamp's had onto her left wrist and hand instead. "...There, I guess..." she gulped, looking over at him with a flustered, worried expression. "Well? Are you going to help dude? Or just keep staring at me? C'mon man, don't leave me hangin'!!" She whimpered.

Jack had abandoned the bag, but now couldn't help himself but stare at Saoirse without her jacket on. The cropped black t-shirt showing off her belly and cleavage, her long beautiful hair in the high up ponytail- he was sorta mesmerized before her look of anxiety spurred him back to task. "Right, sorry..." He flustered, walking briskly up to her and taking a seat opposite. "My mother works at the hospital, so... anyway, lets just do this." From here, he took out his own tools from his side pack, a multitool. "Okay..." he began, taking ahold of her left hand gently. "...lets see what we're working with." He removed the quick, makeshift covering around the injured hand and inspected it under the light:



"Jesus... you're lucky to still have a hand!" He gasped, noting the brass shrapnel embedded in her side of her palm to be the jacketed coating of what could only be a high velocity round, but a large one! That's almost military like... at least thirty caliber, perhaps like the AK's we found? Maybe... He thought from the look of the squashed brass alone it could be possibly .308 or even similar!

Jack Cavanaugh wrote:Jack had abandoned the bag, but now couldn't help himself but stare at Saoirse without her jacket on. The cropped black t-shirt showing off her belly and cleavage, her long beautiful hair in the high up ponytail- he was sorta mesmerized before her look of anxiety spurred him back to task. "Right, sorry..." He flustered, walking briskly up to her and taking a seat opposite. "My mother works at the hospital, so... anyway, lets just do this." From here, he took out his own tools from his side pack, a multitool. "Okay..." he began, taking ahold of her left hand gently. "...lets see what we're working with." He removed the quick, makeshift covering around the injured hand and inspected it under the light:



"Jesus... you're lucky to still have a hand!" He gasped, noting the brass shrapnel embedded in her side of her palm to be the jacketed coating of what could only be a high velocity round, but a large one! That's almost military like... at least thirty caliber, perhaps like the AK's we found? Maybe... He thought from the look of the squashed brass alone it could be possibly .308 or even similar!

"...that bad huh? Shit... that bastard was definitely aiming for me, my ass still hurts from the follow up shot that came later, but with something less lethal. I don't know why he changed it up if he didn't mind maiming me in the first place that fucking prick sniper! Tsss! Shit, watch it, that fucking hurts...!" She gasped.

"He shot your ass as well?" He repeated, blinking at her as she winced, and eased up the tension. "Sorry, just... makes no sense. Your butt's still attached to your waist, so it would mean he switched to something like a rubber bullet, but even in a high powered rifle those things can turn lethal. Someone's a bit of a cocky ass hat just by going off of that much. Still, how he didn't take off your hand with the first shot I'd say you're the luckiest one so far. I mean it. This looks like some serious military hardware..." He explained as he checked her hand carefully. He wanted to remove the glove she was wearing, but that was impossible with the bits of metal sticking out from the side of her palm. "The bullet's jacket is what's embedded into your hand, full copper jacket so something high powered... but to remove it..." he frowned, and then turned to the equipment she set aside. "Give me a sec," he paused, and looked around the room. Interestingly enough, the room had some medical equipment trays, Petri dishes and the like. I guess this is where they'd check the water samples to see if they were pure enough for consumption or something? He scratched his head at that, and grabbed what he could off what looked like a drying rack. He set aside a dish and grabbed her hand again. Looking up at her, he took his multitool and began to unfold it one handed under the desk. "So... you were telling me of Frogmen and Sharks... how'd you end up here, Saoirse?" He asked, and as she began talking he took the pliers and brought it to her hand, quickly plucking the first of the few chunks of brass jutting from her hand!

Jack Cavanaugh wrote:"He shot your ass as well?" He repeated, blinking at her as she winced, and eased up the tension. "Sorry, just... makes no sense. Your butt's still attached to your waist, so it would mean he switched to something like a rubber bullet, but even in a high powered rifle those things can turn lethal. Someone's a bit of a cocky ass hat just by going off of that much. Still, how he didn't take off your hand with the first shot I'd say you're the luckiest one so far. I mean it. This looks like some serious military hardware..." He explained as he checked her hand carefully. He wanted to remove the glove she was wearing, but that was impossible with the bits of metal sticking out from the side of her palm. "The bullet's jacket is what's embedded into your hand, full copper jacket so something high powered... but to remove it..." he frowned, and then turned to the equipment she set aside.

"Yeah, your guess is as good as mine... but we at least agree he was an asshole and deserves to die. And no, its better now you don't need to check out my ass, Dr. Cavanaugh..." Sersh harrumphed, as he inspected her hand before frowning and looked about.

Jack Cavanaugh wrote:"Give me a sec," he paused, and looked around the room. Interestingly enough, the room had some medical equipment trays, Petri dishes and the like. I guess this is where they'd check the water samples to see if they were pure enough for consumption or something? He scratched his head at that, and grabbed what he could off what looked like a drying rack.

"Take your time, 'Doc', just casually bleeding out here..." She replied, feeling butterflies in her stomach. God... I'm asking a lot from this guy. I'm sure the drugs will be enough to dull much of the pain, but still... She thought, before he returned.

Jack Cavanaugh wrote:He set aside a dish and grabbed her hand again. Looking up at her, he took his multitool and began to unfold it one handed under the desk. "So... you were telling me of Frogmen and Sharks... how'd you end up here, Saoirse?"

She blinked. "Oh yeah... so I was at the Radio Station, since I don't work at Emmy's tonight... or ever again, I guess? I low key got fired by my creepy boss, Victor, after he went all Charles Manson on me, like all 'culty' and that was a 'nope' situation for me so I booked it to the stati-" Saoirse was explaining how she got here, (leaving out her bathroom encounter with Cory and the Sheriff zombie who later bit him), when without warning!

Jack Cavanaugh wrote:...and as she began talking he took the pliers and brought it to her hand, quickly plucking the first of the few chunks of brass jutting from her hand!

"-FUCK!"

The watery eyed Saoirse shrieked! She swung her good hand out, back handing Jack out of reflex before gasping, her large eyes becoming small as she held her mouth with both hands and screamed through them!

"Oh fuck! Shit, dammit, Jack! I'm sorry...! I'm so sorry man! I...I just... why, why didn't you warn me dude?!" Saoirse cried out, worried as she smacked Jack pretty hard!

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:"-FUCK!"

Jack jolted with surprise from the loud 'fuck' that spat from Saoirse's lips, before her good hand slammed out into his face! Jack made a grunt as he saw stars, tipping back in the chair slightly as he was struck at full force by the back of her hand! Jesus she hits like a freight train! He thought, the woman's knuckles smacking into the left side of his nose and jaw, a few of her fingers smacked into his left eye as he cupped his face with his left hand and let out an annoyed and semi-surprised:

"OW! Fuck!"

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:"Oh fuck! Shit, dammit, Jack! I'm sorry...! I'm so sorry man! I...I just... why, why didn't you warn me dude?!" Saoirse cried out, worried as she smacked Jack pretty hard!

Jack was playing with his jaw in his left hand, and glanced back to her with slight wince. "Sorry, I figured it be easier on you to remove them quick and when you didn't know. I guess not..." He half smirked, to try and reassure her. "It's fine, I'm fine, let's... let's just get the other two fragments?" He asked, leaning back over the table. "Okay, so I'm going to pull this one out," he says, pointing to the one closest to her pinky. "...try and not think about it, go back to the station with your creep boss Vic, and you were heading to the RPD Station I presume, yeah? What happened next?" He asked as he clenched the fragment of metal with the pliers, his other hand on her wrist for support. He began to grip it and wiggle it, but it was pretty lodged in. He winced with her as he tried to steadily remove it!

Saoirse frowned. "You sure? I mean, dammit man, I cold clocked ya..." She felt bad hitting Jack, especially after all this shit. He however seemed ready and willing yet, smiling at her to reassure her and she shakily brought her hand back to him. "Okay, yeah, alright..." She wearily said, gripping the table tightly with her right hand as to put the focus elsewhere. "Okay... so I was---RNNGH!!" She groaned through her teeth, feeling the metal jacket wiggle around in her hand. "...I heading... to the station... blocked by barricade...cars, FUCK!" She slammed her right hand on the table, causing everything to shake and hurt more! "What FUCKING drugs that mad quack give me?! If I can still feel the pain what's the fucking point?! SADISTIC PRICK! FUCKING CHRIST!" Saoirse cried as she closed her eyes tight and grits her teeth and clenches her other fist tight!

"Fucking stop! STOP!" She spat out slamming the table! "Stop it! I need a fucking moment!" She said pulling her arm back from him! He let go immediately and she shivered in the chair, clutching her left wrist, looking at the damn glistening copper sheets embedded in her fucking hand! "Dammit, this isn't working! God fucking damn it all! I'd kill for a fucking cigarette, fucking fuck for one! Jesus... Christ... my fucking music day's are gone now with this fucking hole in my hand!" Saoirse whined, shivering from adrenaline and the pain.

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:Saoirse frowned. "You sure? I mean, dammit man, I cold clocked ya..." She felt bad hitting Jack, especially after all this shit. He however seemed ready and willing yet, smiling at her to reassure her and she shakily brought her hand back to him. "Okay, yeah, alright..." She wearily said, gripping the table tightly with her right hand as to put the focus elsewhere. "Okay... so I was---RNNGH!!" She groaned through her teeth, feeling the metal jacket wiggle around in her hand. "...I heading... to the station... blocked by barricade...cars, FUCK!" She slammed her right hand on the table, causing everything to shake and hurt more! "What FUCKING drugs that mad quack give me?! If I can still feel the pain what's the fucking point?! SADISTIC PRICK! FUCKING CHRIST!" Saoirse cried as she closed her eyes tight and grits her teeth and clenches her other fist tight!

"Fucking stop! STOP!" She spat out slamming the table! "Stop it! I need a fucking moment!" She said pulling her arm back from him! He let go immediately and she shivered in the chair, clutching her left wrist, looking at the damn glistening copper sheets embedded in her fucking hand! "Dammit, this isn't working! God fucking damn it all! I'd kill for a fucking cigarette, fucking fuck for one! Jesus... Christ... my fucking music day's are gone now with this fucking hole in my hand!" Saoirse whined, shivering from adrenaline and the pain.

Jack leaned back and held out his arms wide as soon as she said stop. He frowned, clearly seeing the pain on her face and the emotional strain as well. Damn it... this ISN'T working... I'm gonna have to remove it with her attention off of her hand somehow... He thought. "...Your music day's are far from over, Sersh. But they will be if we don't suture that hand up. There are things out there that may track the scent of blood, at the very worst, and at best if we do nothing you'll maybe even lose your hand to gangrene or you'll get sick from infection. Outside is in chaos as far as either of us know, so there isn't going to be a trip to Raccoon General. We need to get to the Police Station or out of this fucking nightmare!" He explained, before he looked into her light green eyes. "...your hand will heal, if you let it be healed. I've learned some minor treatments like this from a friend, he's a vet...sorta. Its complicated." He chuckled, trying to get her to ease up. Then, it hit him. "Cigarettes?" He repeated.

Jack Cavanaugh wrote:

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:Saoirse frowned. "You sure? I mean, dammit man, I cold clocked ya..." She felt bad hitting Jack, especially after all this shit. He however seemed ready and willing yet, smiling at her to reassure her and she shakily brought her hand back to him. "Okay, yeah, alright..." She wearily said, gripping the table tightly with her right hand as to put the focus elsewhere. "Okay... so I was---RNNGH!!" She groaned through her teeth, feeling the metal jacket wiggle around in her hand. "...I heading... to the station... blocked by barricade...cars, FUCK!" She slammed her right hand on the table, causing everything to shake and hurt more! "What FUCKING drugs that mad quack give me?! If I can still feel the pain what's the fucking point?! SADISTIC PRICK! FUCKING CHRIST!" Saoirse cried as she closed her eyes tight and grits her teeth and clenches her other fist tight!

"Fucking stop! STOP!" She spat out slamming the table! "Stop it! I need a fucking moment!" She said pulling her arm back from him! He let go immediately and she shivered in the chair, clutching her left wrist, looking at the damn glistening copper sheets embedded in her fucking hand! "Dammit, this isn't working! God fucking damn it all! I'd kill for a fucking cigarette, fucking fuck for one! Jesus... Christ... my fucking music day's are gone now with this fucking hole in my hand!" Saoirse whined, shivering from adrenaline and the pain.

Jack leaned back and held out his arms wide as soon as she said stop. He frowned, clearly seeing the pain on her face and the emotional strain as well. Damn it... this ISN'T working... I'm gonna have to remove it with her attention off of her hand somehow... He thought. "...Your music day's are far from over, Sersh. But they will be if we don't suture that hand up. There are things out there that may track the scent of blood, at the very worst, and at best if we do nothing you'll maybe even lose your hand to gangrene or you'll get sick from infection. Outside is in chaos as far as either of us know, so there isn't going to be a trip to Raccoon General. We need to get to the Police Station or out of this fucking nightmare!" He explained, before he looked into her light green eyes. "...your hand will heal, if you let it be healed. I've learned some minor treatments like this from a friend, he's a vet...sorta. Its complicated." He chuckled, trying to get her to ease up. Then, it hit him. "Cigarettes?" He repeated.

Sersh shook her head. "I... I don't understand any of this shit. Why? Dr. Greg says the city is infected, my hand's fucked up, I feel like the world is spinning around me and I-I just want to know if my brothers, my father are safe...! Fuck me man..." Saoirse continued to shiver, folding up her knees in the seat, arms folded around them with her head between them. Her ponytail shifted side to side as she shook her head. "I can't... just can't. I'm too much of a fucking wimp and I've asked too much of you already John!" She continued. She looked up after he mentioned cigarettes, and nodded. "Y-yeah... I was saying, after I dealt with some zombies and stole as much as I could from the sporting goods place I went to cross the pedestrian bridge, Euston Street? Its where I got attacked by frogfucks and sharks. I lost my bike to the sharks, and I'm talkin' like Bruce from Jaws big! They broke apart the bridge, and I lost my pack on the other side. Fucking monsters... why? Why the hell are there sharks in the circular river anyway? It can't hold white sharks, I've seen enough Shark Week to know that much! Fuck man, the world's gone crazy out there!"

"Sharks? Massive ones?" He says, setting the multitool on the table, and listened to her tale so far. It sounded far fetch, save he'd seen the frogmen himself to know that it had to be real! "That is worrying, given how a quarter of the city is separated by the Circular River and a handful of bridges. With Euston Street out and the city full of zombies, we'd be better off taking a tank into the fucking city if we could get our hands on one, or my truck." He sighed. "Well, there's at least one solace for us..." he began, as he unzipped his vest and reached inside his inner lining pocket. "...well, I fell into the Mendez River on my last fishing trip, so I always put my cigarettes in a sandwhich bag since." He says pulling out the clear baggie with a pack of Lucky Strikes inside:



"Can't you believe how hard it is to get this brand? Its all my father smoked, its all I do as well. Thankfully they didn't get wet when I was trapped in that water torture chamber..." he shrugged, popping the bag open and shook the pack to offer her a few. "Take as many as you'd like, Sersh." He says with a wink, before taking one for himself. He took out his lighter and tried to light his, but it wasn't working. "Oil must have gotten low, dammit..." he grunted. "Or the water...got to it... Dammit."

Jack Cavanaugh wrote:"Sharks? Massive ones?" He says, setting the multitool on the table, and listened to her tale so far. It sounded far fetch, save he'd seen the frogmen himself to know that it had to be real! "That is worrying, given how a quarter of the city is separated by the Circular River and a handful of bridges. With Euston Street out and the city full of zombies, we'd be better off taking a tank into the fucking city if we could get our hands on one, or my truck." He sighed. "Well, there's at least one solace for us..." he began, as he unzipped his vest and reached inside his inner lining pocket. "...well, I fell into the Mendez River on my last fishing trip, so I always put my cigarettes in a sandwhich bag since." He says pulling out the clear baggie with a pack of Lucky Strikes inside:



"Can't you believe how hard it is to get this brand? Its all my father smoked, its all I do as well. Thankfully they didn't get wet when I was trapped in that water torture chamber..." he shrugged, popping the bag open and shook the pack to offer her a few. "Take as many as you'd like, Sersh." He says with a wink, before taking one for himself. He took out his lighter and tried to light his, but it wasn't working. "Oil must have gotten low, dammit..." he grunted. "Or the water...got to it... Dammit."

"Well, not all the monsters are bad..." Sersh began, thinking of Guppy Blue... or was she Skye really all along? She wasn't sure if she was ready to admit that yet, it seemed too Sci-Fi for her mind to register that as fact yet, but the signs pointed to the possibility of her able to transform from one species to another as plausible in a fucked up way. It would explain the awkwardness and the sadness she expressed when I thought she was a hopped up freak. Heh, look at how the tables turned? I'm the one hopped up on drugs, and not even good ones! This fucking shit is FUBAR... She sighed at her thoughts, before Jack presented her with cigarettes, and not only that, her brand as well! Her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree as she looked at the cylinders poking out at her. "John, I could kiss you right now... but you stink like shit, dude." She chuckled, taking three, placing two behind her right ear and the other between her lips. She took out her lighter-



-and lit up. She took a deep inhale, then a slow exhale. "Oh....addiction inducing cancer sticks, you save the day once again~" She sighed, letting smoke roll out from her nostrils and lips. She glanced over to Jack and raised a brow. He was having trouble lighting his cigarette, so she leaned over the table with the lighter lit for him. "Maybe, next time pack your lighter with your cigs. I'm just glad I didn't with mine this time, I'd have lost my awesome lighter, hehe~" She giggled winking back.

"Not all the monsters are... bad?" Jack raised a brow to this, not sure if he heard her correctly, but quickly detracted as she made her next comment:

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:"John, I could kiss you right now... but you stink like shit, dude."

He looked away, flustered by this. "...Yeah, story of my life. I end up in a sewer after getting lost in an underground lab beneath the University, damn my luck." He mumbled to himself, as he tried to light the cig when Saoirse intervened in his stead:  

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:"Oh....addiction inducing cancer sticks, you save the day once again~" She sighed, letting smoke roll out from her nostrils and lips. She glanced over to Jack and raised a brow. He was having trouble lighting his cigarette, so she leaned over the table with the lighter lit for him. "Maybe, next time pack your lighter with your cigs. I'm just glad I didn't with mine this time, I'd have lost my awesome lighter, hehe~" She giggled winking back.

Jack realized this made for a great opportunity, and nodded. "Heh, I'll have to remember that." He leaned in close taking her hand in his left hand, steadying the flickering light as his other hand yanked and pulled the damning piece of bullet from Saoirse's hand with a swift, quick tug!



He leaned back, inhaling and exhaling smoke, in case Saoirse reacted wildly once again. He held up the metal fragment in the teeth of the multitool and then released his grip, letting it drop into the Petridish. "One more to go." He smirked.

Saoirse was looking into Jack's dark blue eyes when she hisses, feeling the metal piece being dragged out from the palm of her left arm she had propped up on the table. She observed him smile and drop the cursed metal shard in the dish. She blinked, leaning over the dish radiated by the table desk light then glances back at him from the corner of her narrow, Asian eyes. "Huh... a 'kiss' I said? Nah, you deserve a boot in your ass for that... toying with a girls heart, you should be ashamed John Cavanaugh." She says shaking her head, leaning back into her seat, turning her head away from him out of spite. She let her heavy sweater pillows bounce as she took a sharp breath and slowly held out her left hand to him. "...but first, you gotta fix me up Doc so I can play again. But yeah, as I was saying... not all these monsters we're running into are out to kill us. At least one I met wasn't. Was a bigger, gnarly blue shark with bio luminescence, could 'zap' things like an electric eel. Called it Guppy Blue, it kept the other sharks away from me and ate the frog men things that hopped onto the bridge. Those things are weirder, eyeless fucks that have a big old mouth. One ate me up to my knees, tried to pull me down into the water and Guppy Blue ate it instead. If she wanted to kill me, she could have jumped higher and ate us both, but she was careful and even launched zaps of lightning at the sniper who shot at me as well." She explained.

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:Saoirse was looking into Jack's dark blue eyes when she hisses, feeling the metal piece being dragged out from the palm of her left arm she had propped up on the table. She observed him smile and drop the cursed metal shard in the dish. She blinked, leaning over the dish radiated by the table desk light then glances back at him from the corner of her narrow, Asian eyes. "Huh... a 'kiss' I said? Nah, you deserve a boot in your ass for that... toying with a girls heart, you should be ashamed John Cavanaugh." She says shaking her head, leaning back into her seat, turning her head away from him out of spite.

He closed his eyes and chuckled. "Heh, well, you can bill me for the repairs later. Please, elaborate though on there being some 'good' monsters out there." Jack enthusiastically replied.

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:She let her heavy sweater pillows bounce as she took a sharp breath and slowly held out her left hand to him. "...but first, you gotta fix me up Doc so I can play again. But yeah, as I was saying... not all these monsters we're running into are out to kill us. At least one I met wasn't. Was a bigger, gnarly blue shark with bio luminescence, could 'zap' things like an electric eel. Called it Guppy Blue, it kept the other sharks away from me and ate the frog men things that hopped onto the bridge. Those things are weirder, eyeless fucks that have a big old mouth. One ate me up to my knees, tried to pull me down into the water and Guppy Blue ate it instead. If she wanted to kill me, she could have jumped higher and ate us both, but she was careful and even launched zaps of lightning at the sniper who shot at me as well." She explained.

He took her hand, and listened to her story. "'Guppy Blue'? Wow, original name. I mean it, most others would have went with 'Bug Zapper' or 'Zappy'." He teased as he checked her hand. The last fragment was simple and straightforward enough to extract, but he wanted her to be a little more comfortable before he would. "Shit... an entire pod of those things tried eating me up; lost a bunch of ammo in the dark, between them, giant wingless bat things with long claws and teeth, and that big fucker I mentioned before, dunno what to call it... its gotta be close to 14 foot tall, naked and with tentacles sprouting out of its back... eyeless, and the best part, is that it's 'teeth' are actually two hands of many human arms making a fist in its expanding, fleshy jaws. That thing tried to eat me too, but it ate half of my lead instead. Even after all that and a fall into a cavern, its still alive. That fuck is definitely not friendly, and if that wasn't enough to plead my case? I had someone inside it! Poor bastard inside was squirming something fierce..." He explained as he gripped the metal shard in her hand and yanked it back swiftly!

Jack Cavanaugh wrote:"'Guppy Blue'? Wow, original name. I mean it, most others would have went with 'Bug Zapper' or 'Zappy'."

"Shut up, you do not disrespect the Guppy Blue, dude, you don't just do that! She's great..." She shook her head with her eyes closed, using her free hand to pull away her cigarette and exhaled.

Jack Cavanaugh wrote:"Shit... an entire pod of those things tried eating me up; lost a bunch of ammo in the dark, between them, giant wingless bat things with long claws and teeth, and that big fucker I mentioned before, dunno what to call it... its gotta be close to 14 foot tall, naked and with tentacles sprouting out of its back... eyeless, and the best part, is that it's 'teeth' are actually two hands of many human arms making a fist in its expanding, fleshy jaws. That thing tried to eat me too, but it ate half of my lead instead. Even after all that and a fall into a cavern, its still alive. That fuck is definitely not friendly, and if that wasn't enough to plead my case? I had someone inside it! Poor bastard inside was squirming something fierce..." He explained as he gripped the metal shard in her hand and yanked it back swiftly!

"Shit, frog fucks are in demand then... followed by wingless bat-sterds, and this big guy with fists for teeth? Shit... 'Fisto' then." She smirked, before wincing. "Fuck! Shit, that fucking hurt.... dammit!" She pounded the table in pain with her other hand. She looked at her left hand, shaking in the light, hoping there wasn't a hidden shard somewhere amid the bloody leather. "Fucking A its finally done...!" She spat, still shaking.

Jack laughed at the other nick names, but the 'Fisto' name the most. "Fisto, heh... that works." He chuckled, dropping the fragment of metal into a dish. "Almost, but the next part is the hardest..." he explained, as he began to carefully peel back her glove from her hand, hearing the sticky blood underneath slipping against Saoirse's hand. He drops it onto the table, and inspects the hand for any more fragments, but couldn't see any with all the blood underneath. "This is gonna sting like fuck." he says, as he took a pad from the kit and wiped it in the disinfectant before wiping her hand. He held her fingers gently for support as he wiped away the crimson, checking out her wounds for any other fragments. He wiped it away with water from one of her bottles, before continuing to rub the alcohol pad across the wounds. Thankfully he saw nothing, and the wounds themselves were not too deep. "Okay... I think... we're fine. I got this." He explained and began preparing the needle and thread provided by the kit.

His memory... was truly hazy on how Elliot showed him when he was curious, and how Joeseph Kendo taught him, but he remembered that he wanted to make each suture even, tight but not too tight. Okay... you got this.... He thought, as he took the forceps and the fish hook like needle and began to thread up Saoirse. "Sorry for the pain... you're a real trooper." He tried to ease her, focusing his best on her hand so he couldn't look up and see her reactions- not that he wanted to either.

The pain did not sting so much as burn continuously as he applied the ethanol across her wounds! "HRMMMMNNNG....!!" She muffled her screams a little as he then began to poke and prod her!

Jack Cavanaugh wrote:"Sorry for the pain... you're a real trooper." He tried to ease her, focusing his best on her hand so he couldn't look up and see her reactions- not that he wanted to either.

"Fuck you, you gonna give me a blow pop after all this too, Doc??" Saoirse hissed through her clenched teeth, tapping her boots all the while and through all the pain! "Dammmit! Uggh, man this fucking sucks! If I see that fucking sniper, I'm gonna kill'em!!" She cried, though was depressed given she had no idea who they were or what they looked like; they were too far away to even tell if they were male or female. "Fuck... fuck it man, this thing fucking stinks....!" She spat!

"Settle down... almost done, don't twitch or move around too much or I'm gonna fuck it up and will have to start over! If these don't turn out straight, you'll get an infection or a fucked up scar. Please, I'm trying to keep your hand intact..." he said calmly in spite of her rage and pain.

Saoirse continues to whimper and hiss, but settles down and tries to relax as he weaves the needle and thread through her ripped flesh swiftly. "How... the fuck are you... so calm??" She gasped, feeling faint suddenly, the pain was fading and she was wondering now if the drugs were ACTUALLY kicking in... or the pain and anxiety was really fucking with her head.

Saoirse O'Neil wrote:Saoirse continues to whimper and hiss, but settles down and tries to relax as he weaves the needle and thread through her ripped flesh swiftly. "How... the fuck are you... so calm??" She gasped, feeling faint suddenly, the pain was fading and she was wondering now if the drugs were ACTUALLY kicking in... or the pain and anxiety was really fucking with her head.

Jack continued suturing, being as quick yet as efficient and even as he could. "...because someone has to be. We won't get anywhere if we're both panicking. So please... stay still and let me finish." he explained.

Saoirse blushed at this... she could be calm too under the knife! But... she wasn't right now. She closed her eyes and sighed. "Sorry... please... continue Jack... I'm at my limit..." Sersh gulped, sweat rolling down her forehead and neck.

"You're going to be fine..." he reassured her, the young man continuing. It took a little time, but soon Saoirse's wounds were stitched up after he cut the length of the last one. "...okay I... its done. If it feels off, we'll see if someone at the police station can do a better job, but I believe we did the right thing by fixing it here before it gets too exposed." He explained as he lightly began gauzing the wound for added protection with an ace bandage. "You okay there, Sersh?" He asked her, blinking up at her.

Blood which had shifted up before the wound closed stained the bandage of her hand, but the sutures appeared to be fine. "Hah...hah..." panted the worn out Saoirse, who covered her eyes with her right arm as she let her left hand fall palm up on the desk, he chest rising and falling, her ponytail swaying behind the spine of the chair. "....hah... hah... I want my fucking blow pop...!" Saoirse whined. She was finally done with that accursed wound holding her back. Now she was just so damn tired... She got up slowly from the chair and looked down at the sitting Jack Cavanaugh who helped her, saved her life even.



"Jack..." She gulped, before feeling faint again, falling towards him!