Mutants, Zombies, Aliens, Oh My! (Survival RP)

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    Jackie let out a startled squeak at seeing Adam, for she hadn't recognized him. Wilson chuckled, "Easy sis." She merely stuck out her tongue and went to their bag, grabbing out some tape, and wrapping her brother's shoulder, "I thought I told you to be careful." She grumbled, then walked over to Adam, kneeling by his head, speaking softly and kindly, "You need any of this?"

    He shook his head and laid his head down as he curled up on himself. He just needed more rest with moving,healing himself,and digestion all at the same time it was overwhelming. He just needed a few more minutes and he'd be back to normal.

    She nodded and sat next to him, waiting for him to be ready. Wilson walked over to their stuff, and threw it over his unharmed shoulder, the wound was no problem. A day or two and it'll be good as new, but his sister's mouth would probably take linger since she was still human.

    (I may need a recap but, I am unsure)


    Eric was alone, that much he knew. Alone and lost, wandering in search for a place to at least sleep in for a while, just a nice long sleep. He stopped his walk now and again, sniffing the air and rubbing his nose.

    Reluctantly, Sid picked up the rifle and returned to the bags she'd dropped. Now, weapon in one hand and supplies in the other, she returned to her friends. She didn't speak, preferring instead to observe mournfully while they tended to their wounds.
    So, Adam wasn't human at all, she thought. Explains the strange behavior, the erratic physical changes. Big deal. Also interesting. Bitterness. How oddly 'human' of her, if she were willing to accept that definition. Strange choice of words to pick. All sorts of creatures experience bitterness.
    An unexpected noise derailed her train of thought. Slightly more sensitive to sounds than most natural creatures, Sid picked up on the distant sound of footsteps, somewhere out in the city. "We still aren't alone in these streets," she observed, glancing around. "I would like to leave this city as quick as possible."

    Wilson watched Sid walk over, she seemed off, which put him slightly on edge. He ignored her though, waiting for Adam to feel better. Jackie waited but looked at her when she spoke, and nodded. "Alright. When Adam's all healed up, we'll head off."

    //ok not gonna lie I was waiting to see if anyone else was gonna go lol


    Listening for the source of the footsteps, Sid regarded Adam with a grim silence before ejecting the rifle's magazine, dropping it at Jackie's feet along with the bullet she pulled from the chamber immediately thereafter. Gun now empty, she lifted it as if ready to fire. "Hold on to that, please," Sid warned. "We may need it later."
    On that note, she strode off, prepared to give whatever was out there - the unsuspecting Eric, as it would turn out - a good scare or, if luck would have it, a warm welcome.
    "Reveal yourself," Sid demanded abruptly as she stalked a small side street. "I know you are here."

    Eric ceases his hunt, crouched no long as he stands to his full height of 6 ft. Clothes hang off of his skinny and scarred body, hair remains messy around his shoulders. "...Who goes there?"

    Sid held her gun tightly, hesitating; if she took aim, Eric looked like he could and would attack, though more like a small, cornered animal rather than something vicious. Regardless, if he did attack, she had no way to defend herself that she trusted herself with. "My name is Sid. My purpose is to...protect my friends. Now...I asked you the same, so state your name and purpose," she requested cautiously, taking only a few steps closer to him.

    They watched as Sid walks off, both nervous. Jackie looked at hr brother and nodded, "Make sure nothing happens." Although she was smaller, Wilson was pretty much able to hide in plain sight sometimes, and was able to be more quite. He stalked the android with ease, much like the night they met, he made no noise, and blended well with the background. He watched the two confront each other.

    "..My name is Eric Peterson and my purpose is to live on and suffer for the crimes I've committed" He says, keeping his hands close to his own body. "I had a purpose similar to yours once, but I kinda botched it" A bitter laugh escapes from him.

    'Suffer for the crime's I've committed?' What could this creature have done? He looks merely down on his luck, not like a criminal. Perhaps his appearance is misleading. Regardless of her cautious skepticism, Sid empathized somewhat with Eric's tone. "Everybody makes mistakes," she said reassuringly. "It would be wrong to think of a simple failure as a crime."

    "Oh?" Sid asked. In her mind, this statement made the red flag raise somewhat higher. She fidgeted with her rifle in a near-agitated manner. "Do you foresee yourself repeating that not-so-small mistake in the future?"

    In answer to this, the automaton merely lifted her rifle as if firing a pistol from the hip, pointed it at Eric, and pulled the trigger. The only thing to echo through the streets was a dull click.
    "Bang," Sid said in a flat tone. "I must ask you to refrain from committing your mysterious crime, at least around me and my companions. I make no exaggeration," she added sincerely, "when I say that it would pain me greatly if I were forced to hurt you, Mr. Peterson."
    Sid realized she was still holding the gun up at Eric, and let it drop to her side. "Do you still wish to keep evading your misdeeds, or would you like to warn me, just in case? If you desire," she added, dropping her voice and taking a step closer, "I could tell you about some of the mistakes I've made, in exchange. Perhaps then I could even take you back to the others for some time, so that you could fulfill any basic needs you may be lacking. Like sustenance?"

    Wilson watched, but didn't intervene, he didn't want to. At least, not until he heard what the two did have done. His top priority was to protect his sister, and even though his hands weren't clean, he would know whether to watch them more carefully or not. Sliding closer to the ground, he moved forward quietly, keeping enough distance to where he'd seem nothing more then a rock or part of the landscape.

    A few minutes passed before he even attempted to cry, fluid known as tears proceeding to leak out of his eyes. It happens sometimes, he's quite emotional on the inside. "..My misdeeds are based on eating, you being one not on the menu but..I shall give a warning anyway, for your friends sake..and If I do hunt, allow me to do so and I shall not hunt your friends"