Archer, at seeing the boy who opened the door, wasn't surprised because he had seen him before. He had heard that his name was Sebastian. "Hi. Um...... Do you have any medicines that I could use?? The girl I am living with right now, I'm taking care of her, she has really bad head pains from falling on the floor unconscious yesterday and again today when she woke up. Do you have anything I can use?? I am afraid she has a concussion and don't want her to die. Can you please help us??" Archer said, glancing at hiss feet and scraping his feet across the lawn, nervously.

Another breath in and blow it out. He had to calm down. Why did some stranger at the door assume that he would hand over his supplies? Was the boy a fool or was he just acting like one to try to get something for nothing? He resisted the urge to roll his eyes and to throttle the boy. Honestly.

No one dies from head pains or concussions unless there was a more serious cause. Even so, in times like this, people were dying every day. It wasnt that uncommon for someone to die. Why did the girl mean something to him? If she was already unconscious, then perhaps it was time to cut losses.

He sighed, thinking of Amelia and how she would reach out to help someone, even if it seemed like a foolish situation. All the same, he could at least look at her and see what was wrong. If she could be helped, he ought to do so. If she couldnt be helped, at least he would have it off his conscious that he had tried.

He shut the door in the boys face and went to get a first aid kit. He pulled the strap over his head to rest on the opposite shoulder. He knocked three times on the wall as he returned to the door just a moment later. He opened the door and closed it behind him. He eyeballed the boy before turning his back on him to quickly lock the door with a key he produced from somewhere on his person.

Even with his back turned, he didnt let his guard down. He kept alert to every sound around him. He heard the zombies walking in the street. He heard the boys breathing. He heard the bolt hit home as he locked the door. Without a word, he returned the key to somewhere on his person and looked at the boy. ''Take me to her.''

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Amelia waited until she heard the door close and lock before she breathed deeper. She knew that Sebastian was leaving. She knew that he had grabbed one of the first aid kits. But she didnt know why or when he would be back. She expected to hear the story once he returned.

In the mean time, they had work to do to get the girl comfortable. Eventually Amelia would need to return to keep watch for zombies, but for now they would be fine. She didnt trust the girl enough to leave her by herself.

''Come.'' She said again, her voice never louder than a whisper. She left the office and into one of the bedrooms where they had gathered clothing. Mostly it was just casual wear in jeans and t-shirts. There were jackets for when the weather got cold.

There was also a sewing machine and threads in various colors to mend clothes as needed. Some cloth was stored also, but they hadnt come to rely on it yet. Instead they would amend the clothes they had and worry about making new clothes when it came to that.

She didn't say anything to the girl, but offered her a wardrobe to change into something a bit more fitting to deal with a zombie apocalypse. Even if a blue dress wasn't the most fitting thing to wear during a zombie apocalypse, the material could be repurposed for something else another time.

"Ok." said Archer. "Follow me. I'm not trying to kill you. And thank you for coming to help. It means a lot to me." Archer runs across the lawn, jumps the wall with ease, and runs off in the direction of the house, bow and arrow in hand, ready to shoot at any movement that startles him. On the way, they encountered multiple zombies, and he shot them dead right in front of Sebastian. He could hear Sebastian's rugged breathing behind him, so he said, "Almost there. Sorry I'm making you run so fast. I'm just really worried for her." They arrived at the house 5 or so minutes later, and Archer jumped the wall again with ease, and waited for Sebastian to scramble up the wall after him. When they arrive at the front door, Archer picks a key from his pocket and unlocks the door. He pushes it open, and ushers Sebastian inside after him. He locked the door behind Sebastian quickly, and sprinted up the stairs, bow and arrow still in hand. Sebastian takes a quick look around the place before running upstairs, and realizes how poor these 2 really were. There was no food or water to be seen at all, and only a few items still in the house that were usable. He ran up the stairs after Archer, although he didn't know his name, and skidded to a stop in the bedroom where Archer was kneeling on the floor over the unconscious Orange Blossom. She was bleeding from her head, because she fell really hard on her head earlier. When she breathed, she was coughing up blood too. "Can you help her??" said Archer. "I will be forever in your debt if you can." "Archer??" whispers Orange Blossom, coughing up blood. "Shhh. Don't talk Orange. You'll hurt yourself even more."

Sebastian adjusted the bag over his shoulder and took off after the boy. He didnt trust what he said for a moment. Why would someone trying to kill him come out in the open and say so anyway? He shook his head and threw himself over the wall just as easily as the other boy. Again the thought struck him that they needed to reinforce the fence.

He raised an eyebrow as the boy instantly killed a few zombies ahead of them. The boy honestly couldnt think that he could kill every zombie, did he? There were just too many of them. Unless the boy had a secret stash of arrows, there was no good reason to throw them away by killing zombies that werent an active threat.

All the same, he kept his mouth shut and his eyes open for zombies who would become a threat. He also kept an idea of where they were going so he could easily and quickly return to their home if he needed to.

Again he kept his mouth shut as the boy apologized for making him run. Honestly, it wasnt as if he couldnt keep this pace. He could run faster too, if necessary, but he didnt know the way. He took another deep breath in and out letting some of the tensions in his body go. It was just a kid who didnt know anything about surviving. The boy probably didnt run much before the world turned on its head. He didnt run miles at a time like Amelia and he had at school.

He followed the boy over the wall with ease, even though he was carrying a bag with him. It thudded against his back as he threw himself over the wall. He waited patiently as the other unlocked the door. Once inside, he let his eyes linger on the entrance way and possible escape routes from the house. The lack of supplies in their home was none of his concern. He wasnt a charity and he wasnt going to provide for the neighborhood. He was concerned for his safety and welfare and that of Amelia.

He kept eyes on the boy with the bow and followed him upstairs. He paused in the doorway getting an idea of what was going on. He saw blood; that much was obvious. He watched as her coughs produced blood as well. It appeared to him that she had internal bleeding somewhere as well as a head wound. Painkillers alone would not be the answer if that were the case.

He walked closer to the girl, pulling out a pair of gloves from the side pocket of the bag he had strapped around him. He lifted the strap over his head and let it drop to the ground so he could dig through it. He produced a flashlight as well as some sterilized water and gauze. For now he could take care of the head wound. That was simple enough. He would have to worry about possible internal bleeding in a moment.

Step back. He instructed the boy, moving closer to the girl. Once the boy moved, he would be better able to clean her up and patch her up.

((Please be mindful that you dont assume things for my character or write things for my character. What he does or thinks is not something that you should be writing. For instance, Sebastian takes a quick look around the place before running upstairs, and realizes how poor these 2 really were. is an example of you writing my character.))

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"So can you do anything for her?? I am not a doctor and never had to take care of anything because I have no siblings or anything.". He looked hopelessly over at Sebastian and begged him to help her. Then, Orange Blossom looked over at them and said, "I feel fine. No need to help me.". She said it while blood oozed out of her mouth and the gash in her head bled badly. Archer said, "It's ok Orange. Sebastian will help you. I hope he will at least.". He glanced over at Sebastian, a pleading look on his face.

Name: Tartarus Firespeed
Age: 18
Gender: Female
History: (try to describe your family life.) Lonely. She never was popular. She is very smart. Her mother was a doctor, but she died in the invasion and so did her dad, an astronomer. She has a Eagle as a pet. Her Eagle's name is Apollo. He has yellow/gold markings and a spot that looks like a sun on his forehead. She loves bombs and stuff. Her friend, Conner, was tutored by her. She doesn't go to school. Her parents taught her instead and had a lot of college professors teaching her, but she already knew most of the things. Her mom taught her a lot about medical things, so she knows a lot about medicines and such. She likes to spy on people. She loves Sherlock Holmes. She can do fairy accurate analysis like Holmes, too. She has a lot of matches and a magnifying glass all the time.
Personality: (not needed let's get to know our characters)
Image/Description:
Just give her black hair! And get rid of the ears!

Favorite Weapon: Knives

Name: Conner Stark
Age: 18
Gender: Male
History: (try to describe your family life.) He was an orphan from the beginning, but he has learned how survive by himself in the wild, with visits from Tartarus. He was tutored by her, too. He is not that smart. He lives in a nice wood cabin in the middle of the forest. He can cook quite well.
Personality: (not needed let's get to know our characters)
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Favorite Weapon: Axe and frying pan, but axe more.

BUBBLES of Narnia

He took a deep breath and looked at the boy. Get me some clean linens; towels, sheets, shirts, anything thats clean. And also get some boiling water, if youre able. He had some clean water, but getting more wouldnt hurt. Besides, giving the boy a job should help him feel calmer and get him out of his hair.

He knelt down next to the girl, Orange or whatever her name was. He shined the light into her eyes. Look at me. He said, a bit softer than he had directed the boy. He shined the light directly in her eyes, then to the right, then to the left. As he moved the light, he watched her eyes and her pupils to try to determine if there was any head trauma or other injury to go with her bleeding skull.

As he worked, he tried to keep himself out of her mess. He didnt want to get blood on him, if at all possible. He knew the zombies seemed to be attracted to blood not unlike sharks. What he didnt know was if they could smell it or otherwise sense it and how far away they could be to sense it. So far neither Amelia nor he had any kind of cuts worse than a Band-Aid could repair. He was really hoping the zombies didnt go into a feeding frenzy with the scent of blood.

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