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Who: Isaac & You!
Where: Mostly the jail but he'll also be outside at some point.
When: Zombie Event!
Rating: R; Violence, mutilation, cursing, death, mentions of abuse.
Summary: Catch-all for the event, we do not need prior plans if you want to tag in, just try to be mindful of current plans please and thank you!
The Story:

[ There will be day summaries in top comments in here, try to find the one that best fits what you want to do if you haven't plotted with me! Please and thank you <3 Bless bless. For those of you I have plotted with I'm gonna do Starters in the proper days.

The first day is going to go by a little bit better than the days afterwards, after day one is when it's gonna get pretty gruesome and also Isaac's mental stability is quickly going to be deteriorating until the final day when he gets bit. ]

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Day 1 Days Gone Bye

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Location: Prison
On day one, Isaac will be meeting back up with his pack due to this thread. His pack being Scott, Derek, Allison, Cora, Stiles. Jackson will also be there I guess. Later on he's going to end up getting split of from the group and run into a couple of people (Ellen, Santana & YOU if you want!)

⤷Ellen

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[ Isaac was starting to get tired of all this running around, being human was hard, he's become so accustomed to having super stamina. He's not really paying attention as he runs, he needed to double back and make it back to Cora, he'd gotten separated from her during their round. His machete swings in his hand as he runs and hasn't anyone ever told him not to run with sharp objects? He could lose an eye.

He's not really paying attention until he sees someone that is very alive and very armed and very surrounded. It was the woman that had helped him during the last event - Ellen. She was scary but also... Something about her made him miss his own mom. Probably the maternal way she'd handled him last event. It was an odd sort of maternal, but still maternal. ] Ellen? [ He turns down the block that she's in, looking over his shoulder to see if the walkers behind him had lost him, and luckily he'd lost 'em.

So of course he wastes no time in shoving one of the walkers away from her, he didn't have his powers anymore, but he still had the muscle he'd built. When the thing grabs him and moves forward he ends up going down with it on top of him, machete falling to the ground so he could hold it off of him. ] Shit!

[justrunsasaloon]

[Zombies. Zombies and they took her damned arsenal that she'd built. Okay, fine. She'd found other weapons. One was a sword, and the other a long hunting knife. And then there was the sickle.

All those years as a girl in Oklahoma came in damned handy when it came to zombies.

They were everywhere and while she might not have a gun, she had her arms and she knew how to damned well do this.

Swing from the hip, she'd always been told. That came in handy now. Her scythe rose and fell, taking off heads and limbs. She ducked a grab and took off one at the knees, her scythe rising once again to take off the head. She heard the yell, but didn't stop. There's still a few around her.

Ellen heard him go down and she twisted, taking out the zombie near her back. Her scythe hooked in the zombie's skull on top of Isaac and she heaved, throwing it at the others, before offering him a filthy hand.]

Time to go.

⤷Santana

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[ He'd recognized the voice he heard screaming quite easily. One of the few residents of Wonderland that Isaac was comfortable with -- Santana. Ellen had helped him out a bit, a crash course on Zombie Hunting was a thing that had happened, and he'd gotten so distracted he'd forgotten that he was trying to get back to Cora, of course, halfway through he'd sent a text out to the rest of the pack informing them of what was going on and that he was okay.

But now? He was on his way back and the screaming caught his ear. Don't be a hero... Don't be a hero... He had to be a hero, he had to save her, even if it got him killed in the process. Luckily when he finds her, she doesn't have that many of those things attacking, though, to be fair even one of those things was terrifying. Five? Five was definitely enough to cause someone to scream. ] Santana!

[ He lunges for the closest one, slashing the machete down into it's head, before yanking it away as the thing fell to the ground. ] Don't let them bite you! Think Dawn of The Dead!

MY PUPPY HERO

[itsahotone]

[Wow, so this event sucked. It's probably fair to say that Santana's been caught unawares as she makes the stupid decision to go looking for Brittany. Her girlfriend's so weirdly lucky that the zombies could be avoiding her entirely for all Santana knows, but that's hardly enough to stop her.

It's Brittany.

So anyway. Sucktacular event. Zombies appearing. Santana's incoming death. The usual shit, really.

She's not completely stupid, so she does have a weapon. She's screaming and swinging an ax when someone comes running.]

Really?? I was totally about to offer my arm for an appetizer!

[Grateful and humble as always.]

Day 2 You're All Going To Die Down Here

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Location: Prison
On day two, Isaac will be with his pack once again most of the time, however there will be rounds with the buddy system (That we can just handwave him wondering off in the direction of the noise of your character!) He will also be more stressed and unstable due to having to kill things that look like people, the temperature, having to help Scott out of an asthma attack and most of all, killing Jackson.

⤷Cora

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[ Freezing had been an understatement, especially when he was worn out this badly, Allison didn't look too cold, but Cora was worrying him, she didn't have as much mass as any of the boys and like the rest of the wolves, was not used to the cold weather. There's a hum of thought before Isaac pulls his scarf from around his neck and out of his shirt (which he intelligently tucked into because he sure as shit was not giving those things something else to snatch him by.) and puts a hand on her shoulder. ]

Hey... [ He pauses, not exactly sure what to say to her. ] Here, you're - uh - cold right? [ The scarf is held out to her for a second before he decides to take matters into his own hands, one hand moves to brush her hair up as if he were going to put it up or something before he wraps the scarf around her neck. ] It's freezing.

[ If she's bothered by it, he doesn't notice or seem to care, especially as he continues wrapping it around her before tucking it in on itself so nothing can grab her. Forgive him if he wasn't brave enough to slip the ends into her shirt like he had done. It's definitely still warm from him wearing it, so that's a plus. ]

sjkdlfs slain

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[ cora's startled. ]

[ lost in her own little world, temporarily, cora tries to keep her mind off of the cold. it's freezing. the hairs on her arms stick up. if she focuses too much on how she feels, she'll start shivering again. she's not properly equipped with jackets or scarves or hats to keep herself warm. she hadn't thought to ask for a jacket from within the farmhouse, either. ]

[ she's glad that she had spent yesterday outside, wandering around the grounds and venturing deeper into the woods to the farmhouse. the crossbow she acquired from within it sits near her; the other things she brought back — knives, some too short to use on zombies, another crossbow, and a gun — are scattered among the pack, or they sit beside her, or in a pocket, hidden. she has no reason to hold it in her hands — and it's lucky that she hadn't held it in her grasp, just then, for isaac's startled her with his sharp movements — and she hopes that she won't find another any time soon. she's used to attacking with her hands, not other objects. it doesn't feel right. none of it does. ]

[ she watches isaac, still startled, and is stiff and still as he wraps his warm scarf around her neck. she hasn't ever really seen him without one, except for when it's hot. to have a piece of him with her is something she can't quite give voice or even thought to. ] Thanks.

[ a part of her wishes she had stayed at the farmhouse. while it's not the safest point within wonderland, it'd been useful. and she would've been of more use there than here, taking from those who needed scarves or things more than her. she always felt like a bit of a distraction; her bullheadedness had gotten her smacked with a weight. what will it do to them, now, in a world where zombies lurked in every corner? derek was right; a part of her had sought out the core of the woods in order to isolate herself from the rest of the pack. ]

[ she goes to pull at it, tucking it further into itself until it sits a little more comfortably around her neck. she looks at him with a slight arch to her brow. she tucks it into her shirt, following his way of folding a scarf in on itself; it always looked so comfortable around his neck. ] You're going to freeze.

⤷Scott

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[ They'd gone out on a round together while the others rested in a cell. It was really the best they could do for rest, everything was so tiring, and Isaac suggested everyone sleeping in one of the fucking trees outside, but at this point they were all too tired to even climb one. It ended up with Scott and Isaac running, well, more like Isaac dragging Scott, Cardio has always been something he's been good at, and so was breathing.

He can tell from the way Scott's coughing that he's about to have an asthma attack, that or alien is about to burst from his sternum. Both equally as terrifying. It causes him to stop after turning a corner and push Scott against the wall. ] If anything comes from that way, walk to me. They don't move fast. [ It's weird to be spouting orders at his own alpha, but right now, they were human, alpha or beta didn't matter. And because it didn't matter he turned back to turn the corner, brandishing his machete.

When he comes back after killing the walkers that were following them, it was just as he feared, the other was coughing and hacking like he was choking. Immediately he's by his side, unsure what to really do. ] Scott.

[exercise]

[ It's not that Scott is purposely pushing himself to every limit he has - it's that he forgets he even has limits until they hit him like a truck, right through both of his lungs unexpectedly. Running sucks. He used to run miles to get to Allison's house, and could actually keep up in lacrosse, and could hold his weight against fights with other werewolves.

Now he can barely run down a hallway without needing a break. It would be easier if he could just get some fresh air-

He hates relying on Isaac, hates making him do all the difficult work while Scott sits on the sidelines and tries to regulate his breathing. He probably wouldn't notice a zombie even if one popped up - thankfully, one doesn't, but he almost thinks Isaac is one when he approaches, with how blurry Scott's vision is. ]

I- I'm - [ He's heaving, gasping for air that won't fill him up, like there's not nearly enough oxygen in the world for the type of inhale he's looking for. He tries to breathe, he tries to, but winds up reaching out to grab a hold around Isaac's shirt instead, twisting it like that'll explain what he's trying to say here. ] - so-rry.

⤷Jackson + others possibly

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[ Isaac was glad they were taking a break to rest, he was pretty sure he was going to pass out from sleep deprivation... He's literally running on steam and he knows the others are too. It's the bursts of adrenaline that is keeping them all going, when he notices Jackson staring at him, he starts to get uneasy. Instead of staring back he lets his blue gaze drift to the floor. Scott was talking to the others otherwise Isaac would have been holding his hand and resting his head against his shoulder in some attempt at a nap.

Not that they'd probably be there long enough for it to even matter. Quietly his attention drifts from in and out of their conversations. It's tiring trying to pay attention, and when there's nothing to do, no one to talk to, he's pretty sure the worn out feeling is worse. It just means he has more time to focus on it and yearn for sleep. But there was no way in hell that he was going to strike up a conversation with lizardbreath over there.

It's not something he's willing to do to beat the tiredness. He'd rather get bit by a zombie than be friendly to that douchebag... Or at least that's what he's convinced. That guy had killed his dad and multiple other people. Even if it wasn't his fault. ]

[aerodynamically]

[ The one thing that Jackson deals with on his own is what he did to Beacon Hills. Most kids don't have to deal with the fact that they were used in a psychotic plot for revenge or for something worse. Most kids don't have to try to sleep with all the memories of those people he slaughtered swirling around in his head. No one has tried to talk to him about it. Not even Allison, but he figures that's because Allison doesn't know how. She was manipulated by her grandfather as well. They had that in common, but people were brutally killed because of Jackson. He has intense memories of washing the blood from his hands in his shower. It's all there. Everything he's done. Including Isaac's father.

The bite he got helping Scott is getting worse. He can feel it. He doesn't want to admit it at first, but it's happening. He'll change within a matter of hours probably. Maybe longer or maybe shorter. He has no way of knowing. All he knows is that he's still bleeding under his shirt and jacket. He's done a damn good job of hiding it so far. He didn't tell Scott or any of them. They'd insist on trying to isolate him or trying to find someone to help him. That'd put them in danger and he doesn't want more blood on his hands. He has too much already. He has a plan though. The blood of Isaac's dad is on his hands. It always will be. Maybe that'll help push Isaac into doing it. Maybe.

He approaches quietly and kicks Isaac's foot. It's to get his attention mainly. He's fading in and out, but he's still conscious. If anyone can do Jackson in and not hesitate it'll be the kid who lost his father because of Jackson. Maybe that's why he picks him. ] Lahey, get up. We gotta talk. [ He steps back and crosses his arms over his chest. It's a subtle shift, but his hand moves to press against his ribs. Where he was bit. ]

Day 3 This Sorrowful Life

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Location: Prison & Woods
On day three, Isaac's mental state will deteriorate rather rapidly after the loss of Scott, taking it out on both Derek and Stiles. This frustration leads to him getting split up from them, staying behind at the last moment to lock one of the cell blocks behind them to keep the horde from catching up with them and also planning on ending it then and there. But at the last moment he seems to have a change of heart, cutting his way out and finding another way out - leading him right outside. On the way he's going to bump into a couple people (Adam, Michael, and later on Daryl, and possibly even more later on YOU??) Let it be noted that his disarray will have him looking very similar to one of the shambling biters, aside from the fact that he is moving a lot faster than them - matted down with zombie guck, pale, and generally dirty.

⤷Derek + Stiles

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[ It had started out as snide comments, dirty looks. Killing Jackson and killing Scott was different, Isaac isn't sure how, but it is. Isaac hates him, he wants to shove him, and before he's even thinking, he does shove him, because Derek got far too close into his personal space bubble. It's easier than one might expect with both of them so tired, Derek so worn down by the stress and the anxiety and being human. Invading his personal space isn't something that usually bothers him when it comes to Derek, but now? Now when Isaac has no one there to be able to calm him down, to tell him it'll be okay and to soothe the fears away, he's getting angry and scared and upset.

Cora had tried to calm him down when it had first happened, at least that's what he thinks was what she was trying to do. It was her brother's fault -- they were all going to die. He's tired, he's tired of losing people that he loves. His mom, his brother, his dad and now Scott. ] Watch where you're fucking going. [ The words are snarled out and the fact that he was previously a werewolf is probably still showing, teeth bared in aggression. But Isaac doesn't swear often, which only gives more impact to when he does -- but it's never that severe when he usually does. ] Actually just stay the hell away from me!

[ He doesn't care that the others are there, right now he's got angry tunnel vision and it's focused on Derek. He's so worn out, emotionally and physically, he can't take this -- it's to the point he was contemplating just ducking into one of the cells and slitting his own throat so he could come back when it was all over. The machete is raised to point at Derek as if to put emphasis on his words, it isn't a threat at first until he realizes he's doing it. ] Don't even look at me!

[triskeles]

[ It's not even intentional, at least not on a level that Derek's aware of. Everything is mixed up in a slurry that's only made worse by his exhaustion. The (not quite so) alpha hasn't slept much at all since Wonderland's most recent shift, and it's been like going through hell and back. Between Jackson's death and having to kill Scott himself, he's just not all there right now. Guilt drags him down, and he can feel the tension drawing all of them tight like Allison's bowstrings. They're all on edge, and it's only gotten worse by the time this hits.

But he doesn't retaliate when Isaac shoves at him, just adjusts and shifts so that the momentum doesn't take him down. But it puts the space between them, even though it doesn't seem to be enough for Isaac. At first, he doesn't realize that he's pointing the machete at him, either. He sees it, but it doesn't register in his mind until it actually kicks back into gear, forced in belated instinct that remains even without his werewolf status.

Put it down, Isaac. It's what he should say, really. But this isn't the first time that someone has lashed out at him, and it's certainly not the first time that he's simply taken it. ]

⤷Adam + Michael at some point

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[ He'd cut and sliced his way out of the horde, they were following him, wanting to tear him to bits. So he ran, and he ran and he ran and one of the doors lead to the outside, and he still run. It wasn't until he was in the woods that he stopped, his hand resting against a tree as he gasps in air. The sound of something moving draws him from his rest, his head jerks up in the direction of the sound...

To see someone that obviously was not a zombie by the way they were moving. It causes him to roll his eyes and slide down the tree to sit on the ground. He's so tired, hell if it was a zombie, he'd let it eat him right now. His machete is gripped tightly by both hands as he watches the familiar face get closer and closer. Actually, he's probably the one that looks like a zombie.

Adam isn't killing him though, and that's something he notices immediately, but makes no effort to comment on. Instead he lulls his head back against the tree as he tries to refill his lungs. He'd lost Scott and assaulted Derek, he's fed up. He's so done there isn't enough of anything in wonderland to change his mind. ]

[halfwinchester]

<sub>[Perhaps the werewolves should be glad they no longer have a werewolf's sense of smell, because the walkers smell atrocious and Adam's so covered with dirt, and gunk, and dried sweat that he must smell atrocious, too. A quick wipe-down at a small body of water he'd found hadn't been enough to remove three days' worth of grime.

They both look horrible and they've both survived. It's not a difference between them this time, it's something they have in common, at least for now.

Adam stares back at the lanky figure through the trees, and although everybody he's come across so far, alive and dead alike, have been transformed into wild-eyed, grim figures by what's happened, he recognizes the hair and the blue eyes even at a distance. He's been looking for people he knows with a half-hearted hope--Sam and Dean, among others--but any living person will do.

He approaches, jeans and button-up shirt almost black in some places from blood as well as other unmentionables. Whatever he's been through so far, he's not saying. Just more shit to throw on the pile that'd been started long before Wonderland had come into the picture.]</sub>

You break something?

_{[A broken bone is about the only thing that explains why someone is taking a breather, alone, in an open area where any one of those things can stagger up on them at any minute.]}

⤷Daryl

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(I controlled Daryl a little bit, I hope you don't mind, nothing at all major, if you do I can remove it.)

[ He'd managed to get split up from Adam and Michael after a rather large herd of the things found them. For the second time that day Isaac ran, ran faster than he could ever remember running. Adam had instilled a will to live in him, made him want to find Allison, and Cora, Stiles and even Derek. He doesn't stop until he hears something whiz by his head and then he's running into someone that is obviously not a zombie by the way they don't immediately fall over from the impact... And they had a cross bow?

Isaac backs up giving the dude some space but when the guy raises the weapon again in a similar direction to Isaac he starts screaming like a little girl about how "I wasn't bit! I'm not infected!!" Him lifting his jacket open to show Daryl as another arrow whizzes by him. It's then that he realizes that all his commotion was for naught, the dude obviously knows he's not one of those things. He turns to look over his shoulder at the dead walkers. Well, there goes not looking like a complete and utter tool in front of whoever -- wait, this is that guy he'd spoke to before on the network. ]

You're -- [ The creepy ax murderer dude that had the dead animals... ] the guy that like lives outside, right? [ Nailed it. Except really that was a lot better than anything else that could have come out of his mouth, in all honesty. ]

...I love your little swoopy arrow guy, bro. love iiiit

[unsleeved]

[[TOTALLY COOL!]]

[He really should have expected it, given that it's his memories this shit had been conjured up from, but the fact that there seem to be more and more geeks no matter how many he puts down has his patience worn pretty thin by the third day. But pissed and exhausted though he is, he's made it his mission to keep as many people safe as possible, and currently that means combing the woods for anyone who's lost, stranded, or otherwise screwed over with the aim of dragging them back to the farm house he'd found out in the middle of nowhere- the "safe haven" the Red Queen had mentioned.

And also mowing down any walkers in his path, but that should go without saying. It's Daryl, after all.

And that mowing is precisely what he's doing- picking the fuckers off one by one like he's weeding a garden- when he runs into the kid. Or, well, when the kid runs into him. The thing about loading his crossbow is that it requires that he stop, and sometimes that he look down to get things situated, and it's right at that unfortunate moment that something collides with him, just as he'd pulled the string back and locked it into place.

A quick glance is enough to tell him that it's a living person, but more importantly that same glance is enough to tell him that it's a living person who's got walkers on his tail; he's dimly aware of the kid saying something but for the moment he ignores it, intent on making the shots he needs to make. He can worry about talking once they're down. And down they go, one and then the second in quick succession, and once the second body hits the ground he turns to look at the kid, finally. Familiar...

He makes a face.]

I don't live out-- [a tiny huff. come on, kid.] Whatever. You alright?

Day 4 Made To Suffer

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Location: Prison
On day four, Isaac will be wondering the prison looking for his friends and slaughtering zombies. His mental state will be far better than the previous day but he will be quiet and possibly cold to anyone he comes across, he's a man on a mission. He will bump into at least one other person (Tom and then possibly YOU???) as he searches for his group. When he does find them, Allison will attack him thinking he's a walker due to his state of being (covered in zombie guts, pale, and worn out), luckily Derek will intervene only to cause Allison to flee and Isaac to chase after her, to get bitten and have her amputate there and then to avoid becoming one of the undead. Let it be noted that his disarray will have him looking very similar to one of the shambling biters, aside from the fact that he is moving a lot faster than them - matted down with zombie guck, pale, and generally dirty until later on after he meets his pack and finds a bathroom to wash off in.

⤷Tom

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[ Girly shriek is a term for the noise that escaped him when Tom and him all but collided as Tom left one of the cells is not a term that Isaac would like to use or anyone else to use. Though the other male seemed just as startled, which was expected when the taller of the two was holding a machete over their head ready to impale it into Tom's own head. God, he needed to stop living in so many horror movies. Werewolves and now zombies? What was next gremlins? pick-axe murderers?

Bright blue eyes scan over him as he realizes that Tom isn't a ghoul and doesn't need a need haircut that involves plunging an axe in his head. Instead Isaac steps back and breathes out, trying to calm his speeding heart from the adrenaline now swimming through his veins. ] Jesus Christ - Don't - Don't do that. I almost killed you. [ Wait... shit... This was that hunter Isaac was trying to avoid with all his might... Well, it doesn't really matter now, not like he's not human anyway. ]

You - uh - you okay?

⤷Allison + Derek

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[ It all had happened so fast, Isaac's worn out brain was having trouble keeping up. Allison - she'd tried to stab him the moment he found them again, it took everything in him to keep her off him before Derek intervened. Neither one of them had seemed to realize he wasn't one of those things until he spoke. When he spoke the shit hit the fan apparently, Allison had some sort of mini freak out, and before he knew it she was off running in some direction.

Of course, Isaac followed, he couldn't lose her too, not after Scott. The footsteps behind him moving at a similar speed as himself signaled to him that at least one of the others was following. Of course he hadn't seen it coming, the pair of hands that reached out from around one of the corners pulling him towards it, a startled cry is all he could manage as he tried to push the thing away from him, his hand pressing at its chin. At some point during the struggle his hand lost its grip, sliding and giving the walker perfect access to his lower arm, which of course - it took advantage of.

He's not sure the noise that escapes him, but it was definitely blood curdling as teeth sank down deep, he was sure if someone looked they could see the bone. Not that he had the stomach for it, the thing took a chunk clean right outta his arm before someone was impaling it. His free hand moved to wrap as tightly around his arm as he could before he felt stronger arms on him pulling him back, away from the now actually dead biter.

His senses were on overload with the white searing flash of pain from his arm but he didn't need to hear himself to know what he was shouting, by his side was the machete he'd dropped in the attack. ] Cut it off! Quickly! [ It worked in some zombie movies, others not so much, but if he was going to die might as well try. He shrieks the words again, knowing that time is not something he has if he wants to live. ] Cut it off!

⤷Allison

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[ The pain had knocked him out, he couldn't take it anymore. Of course the pain is what wakes him up again, and it's sort of like going to bed while you're getting sick, you think you feel like crap, then the next morning it's like you swallowed razor blades. His arm hurts so bad, well, what's left of it. It takes him a moment to realize that he's in a bed, or the sad excuse the cells have for beds. When ice blue eyes open, it's hard to focus them, he's dizzy from blood loss and pain. His throat is dry and raw, probably from screaming. It's like it's just another night living with his dad.

When the world does come to focus there's Allison, and even with the worry, stress, and zombie guck, Isaac cannot help but think she's beautiful. Where they'd found a chair for her to sit in was beyond him. ] Allison? [ His voice is hoarse and strained. He's not sure if it worked, his forehead could be sweat-slick from the pain, the amputation or the infection. He ignores the curls flattened down to his damp forehead and instead reaches with her with his existent hand. God it hurts.

He refuses to look at the injury, instead he closes his eyes again for a moment as he clears his sore throat. Idly he wonders where Derek went, where the rest of them went, but knowing Derek, they were probably looking for something to help him instead of whatever makeshift bandages he had. ]

Day 5 (Post Event) Praying To Angels

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Location: Allison's Room
Post event, Isaac had to have Allison and Derek hack off his arm to prevent full infection after getting bitten. Managing to just barely make it through day four from blood loss and spread of infections due to the poor conditions the amputation was carried out in. He was in and out of consciousness until his powers are returned to him.

⤷Allison & Castiel

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[ When the teenager wakes, it's not pleasant - he didn't die, which he's not sure is a good thing or not. It starts as a wet cough, and then more coughing until he feels so dizzy he's not sure he can breathe. It's probably what Scott had felt like when he died. Eyes open wide, the ochre yellow that signifies a loyal kindhearted beta, as pain floods through him. He notices Allison's presence and the fact that the surroundings have changed from the dingy jail and cellblocks to her room Both of those things he cannot even get his brain to comment on however, his body is too busy jerking with each cough as his body tries to expel the infections.

Lips become stained black with each cough and eventually he has to curl over the side of the bed so he can cough more of the black ooze of infection out of his lungs. He can feel it dripping from his nose, his lips, the arm they'd severed. It's not a pleasant experience, especially since the healing mechanism hasn't even kicked in yet, too busy flushing his body of foreign contaminants. He feels hands on him, Allison's, and he can hear her voice, it sounds panicked - scare but he can't say anything, all he can do is cough and gasp between coughs, head feeling heavy from the lack of oxygen he's actually getting in between coughs and gags.

She'd stayed by his side, and that's probably something he'll comment on later, but for now, he's trying not to focus on how every racking cough brought even more pain from the severed limb and how he can't breathe - he can't breathe and it's the most terrifying experience alongside being bitten by a zombie and having a chunk of him ripped out then having to amputate his arm.

When the worse of the coughing is over he sucks in a breath, greedy for air, as if there isn't enough oxygen in the room to fill his lungs again only to cause him to cough more - not as bad, not the same choking and almost airless ones as before, but his body is still fighting it off, still cleaning itself. He can hear his name, Allison's trying to talk to him, and the scent of worry and anxiety is thick in the air, but instead of answering her, he rasps out something else entirely. ] I need to - pray. [ At the time it may sound hopeless, like he's giving up, praying for forgiveness or something else that someone far more religious than Isaac may say. But then he grits out more words. ] Castiel. [ The name sounds desperate on his tongue and he knows the angel doesn't owe him anything, hell, he doesn't know if Castiel can even do anything, he's going off what he'd read in the books he'd snatched from Derek's room and what he's heard. They'd talked, Isaac considered it friendly, and the angel had tried to help him before when he'd first come to Wonderhell. He's not completely sure if he can come back from a state so close to death. He's still so tired. ]

Please, I need your help. [ Maybe it's a lot to ask, Isaac isn't sure. But he knows if Castiel needed his help, he'd sure as hell aid him without a second thought - it's probably Scott's morals kicking in and the fact that the Angel had shown him kindness when he owed him nothing. ]