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The shot brought James back to reality, but only slightly so, his mind was still a confusing place of.... he couldn't describe it. He looked into the eyes of the man he killed, he set his helmet on the ground. Knelt besides him, and closed Tuckers eyes "dolor meus in aeturnum" he prayed.

James wanted to run, he wanted to run so bad, but he had to own up to it. "I was heading towards bluebase, going to round up everyone, when the Red's ****ty warthog started to screw up and jerk. I couldn't control my acceleration, Tucker saved Doll. Doll was rummaging in her medical bag, he sat his hand on her shoulder. "Doll..." he tailed off, she understood. The pain was intense, you'd think it would be painless... it wasn't. IT was the fiery lakes of hell flowing from his neck. His eyes stared at James, pleadingly. "Just ******* do it" he managed to gurgle out.

James sat back, relaxed a little but only a little. "Oh, I remember you, and your little laser beam" he winked at the machine. "Why are you here?" he asked, neutrally toned. "Yeah your boyfriend is a real *******" Tucker said, half to himself. "It's ok, i just do what the ladies want." he winked inside of his helmet, then realizing that that was pointless, he shrugged.

Tucker wandered aimlessly outside, one of the Warthogs was crushed, the entire left side destroyed. The other was fine. He was kicking a rock longingly when he saw Doll walk towards im.

OOC: Did he apply? and also, don't hijack things, it can be rude. James drifted into awareness. His head groggy as sin, he rolled over. He saw the floating ball, the monitor. Twisting out of bed, he took Caboose's side arm, pointed it at the monitor, and landed, his wound groaned in pain. "Hello again 819, my my today has been interesting."

Is it sad I could see Microsoft doing this?

Tucker was dragged by his neck, the wire dug into his neck and bled. He saw Doll and James come around to him, he could see it in Doll's face, it was bad. James couldn't believe it, he had ran over a blue, blood flowed free from his neck, he wasn't going to make it. James took off his helmet, and grabbed Tuckers hand

Tucker followed Doll without even thinking about how he was touching a girl, who only had a sports bra. As they got towards the hill in the middle of the canyon. The music got even louder. When it hit him, he threw doll out of the way just as the Warthog came barreling over, the underside which the reds had reinforced with barbed wire, caught him around the neck and dragged him as the warthog kept speeding away. James felt a thump as he drove. He heard a scream right after. He stopped the Warthog, something felt wrong.

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James was glad to see not 1, but 3 people alive and uninjured. That arose another problem, there were 3 seats, and 4 of them. Simmons trailed backwards, murmering something about a "motorcycle" and see you at blue base. Without another word, he made sure the other 2 were on, he sped off towards Blue base Tucker heard the Red's signature music, and his ideas went towards an attack to resue their teammate, but it was far off in the distance. "Yeah, it's the Reds warthog..." he trailed off.

Tucker followed Doll through the base. He didn't see Church or Caboose anywhere. James drove at a slow speed, his main intention was too draw attention to himself. Let the others know something was going on, something bad. He managed to get the stereo to work, and resumed the cd currently in. A song he knew as "the chiken dance song" came on and scared him out of his skin. The creatures all screamed as one when they heard it, Damn this thing had awesome speakers. He saw the maroon Red member running from the base, the noise from the speakers drawing his attention. He quickly drove with all the speed he could towards him, the fog impaired his vision. He powerslid next to him, "Get in" he all but screamed.

"Damn I wish it was just me" Tucker grumbled between breaths. "Hey wait, Wheres Caboose, I thought he was with you?" James Ran, he ran for all that he had in him, he ran towards the one Warthog Red base had, a beat up old thing with huge speakers. Another one of those "things" was standing by the truck, this one was brown and robotic. Cursing that his side-arm was still at bluebase, he hopped in the car, praying it would start.

There was something wrong, Tucker could feel it. Maybe it was the fact that there was random fog all around, or that there was moaning coming from the water, it didn't matter. He was on edge, really on edge. He started walking towards the blue base, only to hear groans behind him. He was sprinting as he ran into Doll, knocking her off her feet. James sat up, he couldn't explain it, it was a twitching of his gut. His wound was healed, which freaked him out the most, but he realized he should get back to Red Base. He sprinted across the fields, as if he had never been shot. He made it into Red Base when he saw it, a bloody corpse, it was pink and lifeless. He almost yelled when the thing got up, and began sprinting and shouting at him. The worst part was that he could see the wall behind him through a hold in the pink persons armor.

THIS IS A PRIVATE RP CONTINING FROM THE NORMAL "IF YOU CAN'T FEEL THAT" THIS IS AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE AND IS NOT CANON FOR THE RP. THIS IS JAMES' BAD DREAM ABOUT ZOMBIES. CONTIUING FROM POST #88 WHEN DOLL WAS GOING TO LOOKING FOR TUCKER.

James didn't let his smirk fall as he put part of his armor back on. "Well then Church, as you might know, I'm new, I don't know **** about them, except that one of the is a terrible shot" he gestured to his wound. When the second dose of painkiller was released inside of him. His eyelids instantly drooped. He fought it, but it was in vain. He fell asleep, his chestplate half on, half off. Tucker watched in contempt, they get a girl, one who isn't stupid, and didn't try and kill her. And she likes a red. "**** my luck" he said aloud in the group then stalked off towards the Warthogs.

"If you insist Doll" he said with a smirk. He turned to Church as he began to undress, the the knees and legs. last off all his tidy whities. "Well Church, i'm at your mercy." He shrugged "But keep in mind, if you choose to try and kill me or torture me or whatever, I won't go down without a fight." he said, with a hint of a threat. HE twisted back to Doll, but retched in pain as his wound sung with fresh energy.

" I just wanted to meet the man who's mercy I'm at." he said cooly. To doll he added, "No, it's not so bad anymore" he lied through his teeth, in reality, it hurt like hell. He struggled to get up and shake the leader's hand, only to fall back down. "So, what can I call you?" he added, defeated.

"Yeah that'd be good... hmmm, can i Have my handgun?" he said, a big smile on his face. Just then Tucker walked in, his mouth full of sandwitch. "Tucker, can you grab your leader for me, I'd like to speak to him. He talked to him slowly, expecting another Caboose. Tucker had decided to check on the red guy. Maybe stab a knife in his side, or more likely rub peanut butter on his face while he slept. Instead he got orders barked at him, knowing Church he looked in the Kitchen, to find him just standing around. "Hey church, the red dude wants to talk to you!"

"Is it that bad" James inquired sarcasticly, stifling another cough. "Hey buddy, can you go fetch me your leader, I need to talk to him" he said as simply as he could to Caboose. "Hell if I know Doll, was walking away, got shot by my own effing teammate. Woke up here" I swear I will KILL whoever the hell shot me.

James managed to hold his scream in as Caboose sat ontop of him and his wound. Damn thank god for painkillers... "Get off me you oof." he manged while trying to shove Caboose off. He cast a glance at Doll as if saying "Glad to see your teammates are dumb too"

"What getting shot by my own teammates?" he said, his voice half friendly and half venom. "I'd appreciate the Painkillers though, and please, keep the blue-tards away from me. Tucker reluctantly put her armor down and made his way to the main quarters, seeing if his PB&J was still on the ground.

James coughed, "Aww you know me, im an effing magnet" he said dully, blood pounded through his ears. "You know the messed up part of this? The shot came from Red base, my own damned team." he reached up to take his helmet off, his sandy hair falling in a clump.

James began to awake, saw the color of the walls, and his hand flew to his sidearm, only to find it missing. His wound retched with pain from the sudden movement. It was semi-dark, and he murmered aloud, "How the hell did I get hit?"