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Sasori (and Deidara): Game start
Deidara? Hm, he sounded live an articulate enough, not like those groaning monsters at all- however, Sasori hadnât seen him yet.
The redhead moved forward and begin to quietly unfasten the locks on the shed doors and then, opening them ever so slightly to peek out at the blond boy who stood beyond them. He was on the short side but still a little taller than Sasori- something the former scientist was used too; he didnât think there was a man alive shorter than he, much to his discomfort. He did, however, spy what appeared to be blood on the others shirt and though he couldnât make out very much through the small gap in the doors, his caution had raised considerably.  Still, determined not to pass up what Sasori thought to be a one time chance, he opened the door, taking a step back and behind the door to allow the blond in. âHurry, get inside.â Had he been infected in any way, however, he would be able to tell once he got a better look and so, he was sure to keep his rifle raised while he awaited the blonds entrance. For a moment he found himself hoping not- he knew his chances of survival were raised in groups. That and of course, he didnât wish to linger too long, zombies could be upon them at any moment.
Waiting patiently as he heard the other turning and unlocking several strong locks, Deidara almost wanted to tap his foot. Wanting to get into the shed, the desire being safe was so close, he could feel it. Watching the door intently, the blonde saw it open ever so slightly. He found himself being studied. Though, most likely being eyed to see if he was safe to pass or not. Which was most definitely the case. Perking up at the door widening, he finally got a good view of the sheds in-habiter. Narrowing his eyes, he did the same sort of studying glance the other was giving him. Slightly shorter than he, short fiery red hair, stern look. He looked intelligent, and with intelligence, comes a good chance of survival. Deidara then looked at the rifle that was being pointed at himself, clearly a precautionary measure. The artist nodded as the red head motioned him inside, taking no heed in almost running in. He was happy to say the least. Maybe a bit ecstatic. He found another survivor, one that could potentially be a good working partner and raise their chances of living.
Sasori (and Deidara): Game start
Quietly and intently Sasori listened to the rustling sound just beyond the metal doors. His stomach shifted.. There was no moaning or groaning but the redhead knew some one or thing was out there, in fact, as he had moved closer he could make out a small shadow that peeked underneath the gaps below; this of course didnât help him in identifying what exactly was out there, only that there was something. He kept his rifle aimed, ready to fire should the need arise at any second- but as he took a few more steps, soft pings on the shed doors allured to the sound of knockingâŠ?  Could it be? A survivor? He didnât think he could be so lucky, that a live, uninfected human had found his humble stronghold. He gave a light swallow as he gathered his confidence, the only way he could find out what was out there wasâŠ. To ask⊠And he knew this was risky, posing extreme danger to him should it be one of those creatures. Sasori wasnât the overly hospitable type to start with, but the world as he knew it had changed, he needed some form of companion ship if he were to get out of this thing alive and even then the chances were slim⊠After a brief and shaky breath he began, only audibly enough for his âguestâ to hear; âIs.. Some..one there?â Then there was another issue that arose in the former scientists mind- even if they were human⊠That didnât mean they couldnât be infectedâŠ
Looking back and forth, over his shoulders and behind him, ever so cautiously. A sound inside the compound had regained his attention. Listening intently to the shifts and shuffles inside. He stood still, waiting. Seconds ticked by, and he continued to stand, refusing to move until the being on the other side of the doors was confirmed. As the quiet shifting sound got closer, Deidara's breath hitched in his throat. He didn't hear the tell tale groaning, or moaning; just silence. Suddenly, barely audible, a quiet voice spoke. "Is.. someone... there?" The voice made the blonde sigh in relief. Relaxing slightly, but still on edge; he replied calmly. "Yes. My name's Deidara, yeah. I've been on the run for several days. And I need a place to re-cooperate..." Or maybe stay. Giving the other some sort of summary of the past two days to make sure he sounded... human. He'd been on his own for quite a long time, and needed some sort of company. Without it, he'd nearly go insane. He also knew that there was strength in numbers, so maybe partnering up wasn't such a bad idea. They could watch each others backs, kill off as many of the infected as possible, AND give each other company. But now there was one thing wrong. Deidara knew that much. Trust issues were common in times like these. People betraying their partners and leaving them to die, stealing their weapons and having them left weak and vulnerable. Who knew what the other partner would think, or is thinking. Though he just had to suck it up and try to trust someone. At this time, he needed it. Â
Three days had past and Sasori sat alone. He never slept well to begin with, not since the fire in the Idenshi laboratory⊠Maybe it were simply the fact that he had gotten used to being in pain all over, making sleep incredibly difficult. He did suffer burns to a little over 40% of his body and spent quite some time completely immobile, covered almost head to toe in soaking bandages that had to be changed at least every day. One eye peered through the small opening in thick white bandaging, only catching a small and distorted glimpse of the tall thin man as he entered the pristine hospital room and sat beside him. This was visitor Sasori could of done with out â especially in light of recent circumstances. All he could do, in spite of his wishes, his body sending him sneering unimaginable pain for every attempt otherwise, was lay quietly and listen to what he had to say. Always in The same smooth, sweet tone, the one that scarcely  concealed something taunting and malicious. Perhaps some of the pain he felt was his chard skin attempting to crawl.Â
Surely, this was where his terrible night routine had originated; one could even say he had developed a mild touch of insomnia- but he couldnât be blamed, and now, it wasnât as though his restless nights were unjust. When silence wasnât upon his shed, it was no longer the noise of traffic or the sound of the busy harbor not so far off. All he could hear, every now and again, where the hellish and woeful moans of the infected that sometimes passed by his area. He knew they werenât always roaming the facility, from the long bouts of a now blissful silence- That didnât mean the redhead himself hadnât taken up an extreme caution, believing the only reason he was alive- the only reason they had not tried to get into his shed, was merely because he was as quiet as the death in Konoha. They were out there he knew, and he feared it was only a matter of time before something would alert them to his whereabouts. His entire being cringed upon the accidental drop of a small spoon the night before. The gentle ping had caused him to freeze in horrorâŠ. He may have been a little paranoidâŠ. It wasnât as though his caution however wasnât well warranted, knowing all the infected humans outside now only had one purpose- and that was to spread their disease. Of course, Sasori hadnât been idle in his shed. No quite the opposite, though he had taken to creeping around more often than usual. The body of the infected gang member he killed he was certain to put in storage; dragging the mans heavy frame into a large freezer Sasori had on his premises for the storage of particular materials used in his interesting compounds. It was large enough for two grown humans to walk in freely, so dragging a body inside to store was easy. He had made the effort of analyzing a few blood samples, making use of his existing equipment to do so. He was unable to make too much progress however, the small makeshift lab he lived in didnât house all the necessary  equipment he thought he would need for a more efficient analyzation; the circumstances not being the best either.
But he had made a start at the lest, and currently he sat quietly, continuing to ponder the samples he had madeâŠ. Until the distinct sound of something at his shed doors could he heard that was. Naturally his mind skipped to the worst, having him spring to his feet and make a B line straight for the rifle he kept in his general areaâŠÂ Unusually, he could hear no other noise, no distinct moaning that was a tell tale sign of what was coming- only silence and the tampering of his doors⊠And so, gathering his courage, he silently crept towards them, rifle raised and ready to fire. Â
Several days, and several dark deary nights had passed since Deidara had left his comfy little apartment. He walked, walked, ran, and walked some more. Taking easy routes through forests and small alleys. Surely enough, he found himself slowing down from the constant walking, tiring from the continuous exposure of the outdoors and lack of sleep. In fact, the blonde hadn't slept much at all. Usually he would have found a temporarily safe spot to get a few hours of sleep, but Deidara was too paranoid to sleep. Unsure of what dangers could lurk up on him as he slept, he kept moving. Looking around the corner of a deserted building, the artist sat down with an exasperated sigh. Finally able to relax for a few minutes at the most. It was nice to sit back before he heard the whines and moans of the monstrosities that followed. Moving the small pack from his back, he opened it swiftly to take out a small sandwich. Bread for long lasting energy and slow, thorough digestion... perfect. Opening it, the blonde ate the sandwich rather quickly, not wanting to have to get up and rush away with a sandwich hanging from his mouth. Or worse, abandoning a full meal. Quickly zipping his bag back up, Deidara shifted the small parcel over his shoulder as he stood. Stretching his sore limbs once, he set out again, hiding behind walls and cautiously looking over his shoulder. Energy revived, he walked for several more kilometers before the need to rest was creeping up on him. Glancing around, he couldn't find a particularly safe place to rest. The area was rather quiet, serene. Though he didn't trust it, until he saw a rather promising shed. If the shed was unlocked, he could rest and take shelter there for a while until all his energy was restored. Walking to the shed, he stopped in his tracks. What if there was.. one of those... creatures, hidden inside. Finding something that feeds its gruesome being. Deidara shook his head. No. The only way he could find out, was to go over and check. And that is what he did. Because at this time, who knew if someone inhabited the shed. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Quietly stepping towards the shed, he craned his neck slightly, listening intently. If there was something in it, then he would be able to hear it. Reaching confidently to the short doors of the compound, the blonde held his breath, preparing to flee; or shoot the damned thing in the head of needed. Reaching a slim hand out, he softly, but slowly, knocked.