x - 0015 [Deadalive]

[call_me_spooky]

[Accidental Voice Post]

[Several shots are fired; Mulder shouts unintelligibly. There are muffled sounds of a struggle, which after a moment recede into the background, accompanied by sharp, uneven footfalls as he runs his sorry ass away.

For a moment there's only heavy breathing.]

Shit.

[Fabric rustling, followed by a soft click. Mulder laughs-- a desperate sound, not a humorous one.]

This is arguably the worst time to run out of ammo...

[ /Voice Post ]

[ooc: Mulder got caught up in a fight and bitten, aaand although he was going to be a noble ass and shoot himself before he went zombie, I said no. >D If you'd like to encounter zombie!Mulder feel free to actioncomment?~ He'll be wandering around the City in search of food.]

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action!

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[Oh no. Oh no. Oh god why?

Buffy regrets moving her patrol into this part of the City. Mulder? Really? The deities sure had a sick sense of humor.]

Over here. Look, brains. Warm, tasty brains up for grabs!

yey action!

[call_me_spooky]

[He's stumbling around a bit-- Mulder's sense of direction is usually a little iffy, and right now he's disoriented as hell. It probably doesn't help that he's been liberally chewed on, and lost a fair bit of blood, too.

As far as sanity goes, he's not doin' so great. Good enough, though, that that comment warrants a (confused) glare. Fft, brains. Though, actually, he is hungry...]

'm fine...

[He's not fine. But he's stumbling towards you now.]