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Fuck fuck fuck. 

Frank West was very articulate with his words when on reports. 

When being interviewed as well. 

But at the current moment? That word single word had become his inner mantra.

He’d been caught between life and death; still feeling the pain of injuries and having to fight for his undead life because zombies didn’t recognize him as one of them. 

As he was trying to grab all of the rope that was slipping out of him, he noticed a slight knocking; looking around to find out who or what was doing it. 

Once he saw the blood splattered doctor, he froze for a moment. The guy was motioning him to come here?

“Oh.. That’s safe.” 

            Ah, still warm too. That made it better. Dylan had struggled with finding some food and so he asked in the hopes that the surgeon would share- luckily he did and now Lust was going to have a full belly for tonight. He mumbles a thanks before dragging the food his way to eat.

Nick was the first to wake up, trying to rub his face out of instinct; finding he couldn’t move his arm. 

His head was swimming and pounding, and he had a terrible dry throat. What he immediately recognized, however, was the...smell.  

He was still in Dylan’s dungeon, wasn’t he?!

“D-dick? Where..” 

Finally, he focused on the still knocked out bloody man tied up in the chair. Nick started sloppily struggling against his restraints, trying to get to his friend. 

He’d been terribly worn down. Some looters had tried killing him but they weren’t any match for the cyborg at full power. Now that he was injured and adrenaline had worn off? His power was low. 

When another man started talking to him, he braced the injury on his stomach and was ready to fight if needed; although still kneeling on the ground. 

🔪 - suffering from a stab wound

Nick was trying to hide, he really was. When he’d came across this.. butchery.. He’d set it in his mind that he was going to rescue any survivors. 

Well, that’s what he was gonna do. 

At the first run in with the doctor, he’d gotten some sort of sedative injected. The second? He managed to sneak two patients free and distract him, earning a cut to the arm with his bone saw. 

The third? He’d messed up. He managed to set free the last two living patients. but earned a scalpel wedged in his gut. 

Nick managed to run away from the man, but he was bleeding. Badly. He managed to collapse behind a table, he’d hoped hidden from the greed psychopath’s view.