as_damaged | ☤ forty

[The picture comes up, obviously not an intentional broadcast, slightly out of focus an off its angle. A glittering pile of broken glass on a table shatters and reflects the light into odd shapes on the walls and ceiling. Next to that, if you can make it out, is a handgun.

Allison Cameron is too busy to notice that she's been caught on film, leaning on the radiator and bracing a broken chair across her window as a makeshift bar. The pane is shattered, but a large, clear trashbag has been duct taped over the opening. Outside on the fire escape is a dead sheep; there are small smears of blood visible on the jagged pieces of glass left on the sill. Eventually she manages to wedge the plank in place, and wanders off screen to fortify other windows. Until the connection times out, there's only the dead sheep staring, blurred by the plastic sheeting, flexing softly in the breeze.]

[ooc; please assume this was posted at some point after the widespread attacks begin this evening, i know it's up a little early but i wasn't sure i'd have a chance later. sorry for any inconvenience]

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[She lifts up the gauze pad to show the bite, raw and still bleeding, before replacing it with a regular towel. Angela doesn't have much of a first aid kit in her apartment, but going outside where the sheep still run rampant? She's not sure she wants to risk another bite.]

Yeah, a few minutes ago. Where'd you get a gun from?

[Because that's the more important conversation topic, obviously.]

You should have it looked at; animals' mouths can be host to all sorts of bacteria.

The gun was a gift, in case of emergency. I'd hoped never to need it.

I know. It's just...

[She turns to look at her own windows and then the apartment door where there's a thumping sound, oddly rhythmic. Fear is evident on her face.]

They're still out there.

[Cameron nods, a grim look on her face.]

If they don't give up on their own I'm sure we can find someone to come get you. I'll see what I can do.

Thanks.

[Angela takes her eyes off the door to tend to her arm, flipping the towel to the other side.]

You think you can make it soon? It won't stop bleeding.

I'll do my best.

[She pauses, not really sure what to say. Be confident.]

You're going to be okay. Just stay calm.

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