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The zombie that had stared straight into Delilah's soul now lay motionless on the hard floor of the hospital, by Warrens doing, it was lucky that a bullet had been so close by in such a needed time.
"We need sutures, bandages and antibacterial anything." Vasquez said, sitting against the hard floor, walking over she rested the back of her hand against his forehead, "Is it a good idea to look for these things when we have no bullets?" Delilah asked, not wanting to walk around a hospital that seemed to be in use at the start of the apocalypse.
Walking slowly, behind one another, taking all the same footsteps the three walked into a room, closing the door behind them that closed rather loudly, their eyes drifting over to a figure stood facing the wall in the corner of the room, "If she turns around and tells us we have seven days to live I'll kill myself on the spot." Delilah whispered looking at the figure with long dark hair.
The figure turned slowly, the inhuman growls growing louder as she turned to face them, Delilah's eyes grew with sorrow as she and the other two realised that the female zombie had pulled her eyes out of their sockets, presumably before turning zombie, (possibly being the reason of) Warren turned to lift her finger up at the two, slowly watching their footsteps as they walked around the woman, but unfortunately when they reached the door that held the medication needed, the door creaked open, turning, the woman quickly whaled as she ran towards the trio, "I'm sorry." Delilah whispered pushing the pipe through the woman's head.
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Walking inside of the medic room, the three split into different areas of the room, Delilah checked inside cabinets and drawers whilst Vasquez and Warren searched other areas, blocking all entrances so no Z could come into the room.
"Any painkillers?" Warren asked as Delilah shook her head, "Nothing, Vasquez you'll have to get the bullet out without them." the girl spoke, looking over at the man who was helping Roberta lay down on the hospital bed, her jacket off.
Delilah's brows furrowed, watching as Vasquez lifted her shirt up, blood covered Warrens side, "You lied to me." Delilah mumbled, making Vasquez and warren look at the pale skinned girl, "Delilah...I didn't tell you because I knew you'd worry." she said softly, holding the girls hand as Vasquez started to stitch her wound up, "So instead you lie." she said shaking her head as she walked away, continuing to search through the room, taking medications and bandages that are needed.
