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<span style="font-family:Calibri">No doctor. Well that really bummed her out as she deflated a little bit, her shoulders slumping. You win some and you lose some, she decided. And she did say that she had some medical combat experience which was better than nothing. Although she felt a renewed sense of excitement when Idris said that she could drive her car inside. "Got it. No sudden movements or bad decisions." She repeated. Surprised to learn that she wasn't the only one who had showed up on their doorstep even that day and she wondered if the horse was a part of that equation or not.</span><br/>
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<span style="font-family:Calibri">She smiled, she couldn't help it, nodding to Idris as she turned on her heels in the gravel and went back to her car. Climbing into the driver's seat and taking a quick glance at Billy lounged in the back.</span><br/>
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<span style="font-family:Calibri">"They're letting us in." She said a little too cheerfully as she slid the car into drive and waited for the gate to open before she gave it a little bit of gas and drove inside. Driving in far enough to see another vehicle already inside and deciding to park near it before shutting it off and getting out. She opened the backdoor for Billy from the opposite side that his head rested on so that he wouldn't just fall out onto the ground. "Do you think you can move? I don't know if I can drag you out like I dragged you in… especially now that you're awake. It would be a little weird. You know?" She rambled on as she offered her help regardless.</span><br/>
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<span style="font-family:Calibri">"You can use my arm for balance." She said as she offered her hand and her arm so that he would be able to sit himself up and slide out.</span><br/>
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<span style="font-family:Calibri"><i>Caw! Caw!</i></span><br/>
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<span style="font-family:Calibri">The bird was mouthy and drawing attention from a walker nearby that Feliks didn't want nor did he need. He was still exhausted from wrestling with the man that he had killed in front of the gas station and now he seemed he would have to do it again. He reached behind him looking for the hunting knife that he usually kept on the small of his back but it was gone. Of course that asshole had taken it off of him while he was sleeping and he didn't know where it was. He would have to find it and quickly before that zombie managed to shamble its way over to him.</span><br/>
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<span style="font-family:Calibri">He was cursing under his breath at the man, the way the world was, God, everyone and everything in between as he started to search the dead man's body. Patting him frantically for anything that he would be able to use to defend himself.</span><br/>
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<span style="font-family:Calibri"><i><b>Caw!</b></i></span><br/>
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<span style="font-family:Calibri">"Choroso, choroso, choroso." Feliks mumbled to the bird that was starting to flap its wings frantically before flying over him, as if trying to warn him that the zombie was getting closer. "Ya znayu!" He yelled at it, finally finding a small pocket knife that would have to do for now. He turned in time for the zombie to fall forward onto him, teeth clacking and trying to take a chunk out of his arm as he raised it up underneath of the thing's chin.</span><br/>
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<span style="font-family:Calibri">It was ugly, beyond ugly, and with a rough push forward the man was able to knock it down. He was on it in an instant, not giving it a chance to get back up as held it down with his knee to its chest before he buried the small knife into the side of its head. The gnawing dying as the creature itself finally found the peace of death as well. He spat on it, he couldn't help it, he was beyond frustrated with himself right now because of the previous situation he had found himself in.</span><br/>
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<span style="font-family:Calibri">Now he needed to find all of his things, using his foot, he pushed open the door to the gas station and started to rummage around. Eventually finding the backpack he had had as well as most of his things that had been on his person.</span><br/>
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<span style="font-family:Calibri">(choroso, choroso, choroso. = Alright, alright; ya znayu! = I know!)</span>​</div></div>