#byenycevent

[rosiesdiner]

@justaprick songs for rosie & vince final day what if I'd been born / fifty years before you in a house on a street where you lived? maybe I'd be outside when you passed on your bike / would I know? that I am the luckiest.

[rosiesdiner]

A truly solemn mood set in after the first responders - and whomever else - left the city. Rosie wasn't surprised at the nosedive the alcohol storage took. The bar had more resources than she did, but it would grow scant fast if Wexley's occupants kept swiping bottles at the current rate. Rosie was thankful when she noticed Courtney had brought wine for the evening. Rationing was loudly protested when she posted the sign earlier. The asterisk added at the bottom of the notice paper that more than the allotted would be provided on Thanksgiving did little to appease.

Marie's sudden departure from the diner caught Rosie's eye's eye, hearing the teenager's voice call out a name, but unable to discern it over the sound of diner companions. She resumed the conversation with her compatriot at the diner's bar for only a minute before the screaming started. Marie had returned, but covered in blood. Rosie registered it draining from a nasty wound on her left arm with the cause viewable through the glass double doors.

She wished she were braver not to freeze. Neither flight nor fight took over, but paralyzed with the memories of bombing the lobby. The utter violence the infected inflicted on others with their bloody teeth and lifeless countenance. Courtney wasn't as far gone as some of those had been in decaying. As the musician lunged for another victim, Rosie's sense of responsibility returned. Did she have the will to kill Courtney if she couldn't be restrained? This was someone Rosie knew; a friend!

Rosie bolted for the kitchen through the swinging door and grabbed the first sharp weapon she put a hand on. It wasn't a firing arm, but a long knife on the counter was the closest she could do. Marie was about halfway across the diner and shaking like the last brittle leaf clinging to a November tree.

"Get one of the doctors !" she screamed at those shoving themselves through the diner's entrance. The request felt feeble even as she said it. Who wouldn't be running for the hopeful safety of their rooms and the deadbolts on the door? Who would stop and take the time to search for one of the medical experts? "Please!!"

Rosie focused on Marie. She wasn't at Courtney's level. Perhaps she could be saved? Rosie confronted Marie with all of her strength to swing the knife hard enough to sever through bone with the ideology cutting off the source of infection could stop the spread. The limb dropped to the floor, but Marie wasn't phased. Rosie attempted to grasp Marie's arm to quell the fresh bleeding with a bandage, but Marie dropped like a stone off the roof. Rosie attempted to hold the girl down as unrecognizable seizures took hold of her. She didn't know the symptoms of turning; was this a side effect of Marie's body fighting off the bite's effects or was she past normalcy?

The Change - Surprise Event 02

When: Nov 18th, Early Afternoon Where: Rosie's Diner Who: Anyone around the diner, @romanxdrake, @pxtitxrosx, @rosiesdiner

Having handed over the bottle of wine she'd assumed had come from Zach in apology for the night before, Courtney had turned to head back through the diner to maybe go home and lay down. Every passing minute she felt worse and worse. It felt like a fever had hit her like a truck, sapping any energy she had left in her limbs, stealing it with each increasingly labored breath.

A hand reaching out to steady herself on the supports for the heat lamps above the buffet, the room had started to spin and suddenly she couldn't remember where, or what she'd been doing and panic set in. Something was terribly wrong.

Incoherent words spilling past her lips in a pleading tone, she barely registered someone reaching for her before the seizure took hold and she collapsed in convulsions on the floor. For only second or two. Before falling still as thin stream of foam dribbled from the corner of her mouth, tinted pink from where she'd bitten her tongue.

The teenage girl, Marie, who had taken to working the diner had been the one reaching for Courtney, asking if she was alright, and it was her who leaned down now to check on her. Turning to shout for help, the first syllable was cut off into a scream as the once unconscious Courtney came to sudden and shockingly violent life, teeth clamping down on the arm of the girls hand that cradled her head.

Taking an entire chunk of flesh with her, eyes clouded as if covered by a milky film, she pushed off the girl to launch herself onto a man who'd been brought close by the commotion. It was the crook of his neck that took her teeth this time, the sound of her hungry snarling and tearing flesh drowned out by the explosion of panic by the other patrons of the diner. As the body beneath her went limp, the creature that had once been Courtney turned her attention only able to sink her teeth into the wrist of a middle aged woman before it was yanked away as the lady fled along with everyone else. Including those bitten but still able to run and hide.

From there it was an elderly woman who tripped over her cane and ended up with Courtney's teeth tearing at the back of her throat, and a younger man who tried to pull her off his grandmother. He got it the worst, his entire nose torn from his face. More would have went the same route before an explosion of noise fill the space and sent her sprawling finally motionless on the ground, a good chunk of one side of her head gone as the bullet from Roman Drake's gun that had entered from the other side exited her skull.

[rosiesdiner]

@tobiaswexley & @justaprick (& the skellies that haven't been filled but I always write as NPCs) 💖 first responders !! 🙌🏼 should I just like... count @ashton-ryder as medical . . . everyone has taken out an infected or protected someone !