forum Survivalist//open//5/6

Started November 21, 2019 by @StarkSpangledMayflower_Mad_Elder

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Wally looked over at Cory and smiled underneath his bandana.

"Why, hello, fine sir. How may I help you today?" He did an overexaggerated bow toward cory. Walt always found it in his heart/mind to joke around, even if the circumstances were not optimal. He placed his hands on his hips, his good mood was still evident in his eyes. He practically bounced with happiness, his joy was disturbingly radiant.

Cory waves slightly as he continues to try and clear his lungs. "Oh you know. Just trying to cough up my lungs like you do." He says heaving slightly. It seemed like there was no way to get clean air to lungs or get anything contaminated out. Seeing the bandana on the man who spoke to him gave him an idea. Quickly he pulled up the collar of his dark sweater until it was over his nose. It wasn't much better but at least the amount of gas entering his lungs was reduced. "So… having a good day?" He sarcastically smiles even though he knew no one would see it.

Cam looks over at Cory, still hacking. She notices the crinkles around his eyes from his smile and responds with to his question with her own lip quirk and a croaky “could be better,” before dissolving into coughs again.

A wave of pain hits Cam’s head and she groans, cradling her temples with her hands. “Somebody needs to do something cough cough cough quickly!” she chokes. “I’m think I’m gonna cough cough pass out cough soon, guys…”

Walter observed all of the hacking people around him. He sighed loudly. "You know, people. There's a door right over there," he said, pointing over to a door. "We could just, you know, get out of here." He crossed his arms across his chest and tilted his head slightly. He tapped his foot in obvious impatience with the people around him. To him, it seemed like a pretty obvious solution, but apparently it wasn't.

She looks at him, confused. “There are doors cough everywhere. What’s your cough cough cough point exactly?” Cam turns again, still searching for an antidote.

He looked at Cam, his eyes showing the slightest bit of impatience. "Exactly, doors everywhere," he spoke, "we're obviously supposed to pick one." He looked around at the multitude of doors around them, then looked back at the group. "The question is, which one?" He tapped his foot in impatience. He held a steady rhythm as everyone hacked and coughed out their lungs. He had to admit, he was impressed. By now, in every other group he was paired in, someone would've died.

And just as Walter thought this, Cam slumped against the wall, hacking and dizzy. Her vision was already darkening around the edges, and each cough was making it worse.

The not-feeling started in her toes, then her knees, then her thighs, waist, fingers, arms, chest and neck until finally… she passed out, her coughing ceasing and her breathing well and truly shallow.