"Sorry," She gave a short, ill-humored laugh, "I didn't expect it to come onto the wall. I've never fought anything but the zombies." She removed the cloth and glanced at the wound. That blade must have been very sharp to cut through the flesh that deep. She covered it again and smiled back at the survivor that had come to help her.
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"Those imps can be tricky." He said, shaking his head. Deyan scanned the area. All he could see were people looking for cover, nursing their wounds or having someone else treat them , or firing at the demons. He couldn't see an available medic. "Can you see an open medic, 'cause I can't."
bic: Claire looked around. She saw others in need of a Medic. She looked back at the man helping her. "I can't see one either, but oh well. Others need them more." She glanced back at some injured survivors. "What's your name?" She asked, placing more pressure on her wound.
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"Name's Deyna." He said looking back at her. "If these demons keep climbing up this wall, we'll probably have to move you and the other wounded." He went back to searching for an available medic. "What's your name?"
"Claire." She said, "If you need help moving anybody, I'll help. I might not be that observant, but I'm pretty strong." She laughed at her black humor. She looked at Deyna's gun. "Why are you helping me? There's others who are injured, go help them!" She gave a smile to try to assure she was okay by herself.
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IC: Jake shot a look at Deyna and the injured girl. Lovebirds, he thought, shaking his head. Couldn't they, y'know, wait? Pushing the thought from his mind, he looked into the scope of his sniper rifle. There were still several demons; he did not know if he and the other injured would be able to take them all out. He shrugged, and shot at two zombies, who fell from his well-aimed shot. "Wait," he said aloud. "Aren't there turrets on this wall?" Casting a look around, he slapepd himself in the face and murmured, "Idiot!" to himself as he saw the aforementioned guns mounted on the walls. He prepared to make his way over to one.