Aimee groaned slightly "Are you going to help me or what?" she grumbled, pretty much taking her frustration out on Ice, but by mistake as well as she finally let go of Branston, the lugging of him having become a bit too much for herself now "Sorry....this...this is just frustating is all...." she grumbled and kicked Branston once again.
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Back at the base, the doctor continued to examine Kiara, checking her chest more properly this time, using what tools that were needed in order to try and fix her up to the best of his ability.
(ooc: Yes, I'm terrible at using a doctor as a person, as I'm not much of a doctor like...person....so don't ask me to go into detail about it....)
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Subject 19 on the other hand, was still storming around the same building, but in the same process, making her way back outside, her claws running across the wall in the process as she had once again, become rather bored. The pilot and co-pilot had been fun to play with and kill, but since they were dead, she had of course, become bored once again.
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Agent Johnston stepped out of the FBI building, looking down to the right, then looked down to the left, nothing, no zombies anywhere, which was good, he didn't need anymore of them right now.
He was bleeding at the moment too, a wound in his neck, but not from a bullet, but from a bite, it had been some time since he was bitten, yet, he was managing to hold it off from the virus taking over, stopping the virus from converting him, however, he was unsure on how long he had before it were to happen.
He was just going to make the best of his time he had available to him at the moment and kill as many zombies as he could.