Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150807001143/@comment-11163511-20150824154936

"I couldn't agree more, it's high time we put an end to all this bloody hell." Sam responded to Desi as he crawled a distance away to allow Shirley to tend to her sister, blood still pouring from his wounds and dyeing his shirt a bright burgundy, a large spot ever enlarging as the sanguine seeped into the very fibers of his top. He too needed help, but due to the lack of equipment he'd rather lend it to someone who needed it more than he did. He'd always had his mind for a painkiller to keep him going, anyway. Sam lifted his head for a look and what a sight! Calli had been pinned down and since there was no one at hand to assist her, he was sure there was no way she could hold on for long.

"C-Calli...get outta there!" He screamed from the top of his lungs in hopes of breaking her out of the emotional trance that prevented her from taking action. "Gals, Calli needs us! We can't just leave her there, this is too much for her to handle!"