'Heh, was that it?' Seven chimed as the giant fell to the ground and dissipated into the air. Elsewhere, another on of the creatures was shot in the neck, seemingly their leader, and he muttered something before all the beings in the park dispersed, leaving only the group of newcomers. 'Well, guess that's the end of that, huh? Good work, team!' He looked around to see how everyone was doing, and they seemed to be fine, except for the guy that smacked him in the face with a cane. 'Uh, hey, Klein, buddy, could you go help out that guy, without burning him to death? You'll get plenty of chances to do that later.' Seven sat on the ground, looked up at the sky and took a deep breath. He was gonna have justice, and then get the heck out of this place. And hopefully, in one piece.

OOC: Written on my phone sorry if it seems clumsy

When the brute used her 'teammate' as a shield, she didn't bat an eye. She was beginning to go back to her ways as the combat heated up. But when Vitality hit that bounce shot and the beasts retreated, she shot a couple of followup rounds that were casually deflected. As the enemies faded in the distance, her breath slowed down as she became calmer and more composed. She lowered her rifle and rested its kick onto her thigh, snapping the breech open to eject the last cartridge in the clip. Her hand slowly slipped into her pocket to pull out 12 more bullets.

Dr. Ludroth...We shall meet again....

Chell slowly and rhythmically loaded all of them into the clip, closing the breech after the last one. She was scanning the area around her, carefully analyzing her surroundings: she spotted many lit lights behind the barren windows. For as crazy as it sounded, it was worth a shot. With a gracious leap Chell moved from the rooftop to the street, landing perfectly. She began walking towards the closest house with lit lights, which was a bit further down the road, away from the group. As she stood in front of the sturdy wooden door, she sighed. After a moment of gathering, Chell knocked vigorously 3 times and awaited an answer.

Vitaliy got up slowly, getting himself adjusted to putting almost all of his body weight on one leg was annoying and undoubtedly slow. Tightening the muscle on damaged leg, he managed to slam it into the ground without additional pain. Walking as if he had a peg-leg, he twirled his extended revolvers around his index finger on each hand as he made his way over to the good ol' doctor.

"You know boss... you should maybe rely on others for defense just as much as attack... if you get ma' intentions, ya know." Retracting his right hand revolver, Vitaliy offered the now empty hand towards Tavrin. Still holding his left revolver in his other hand pointed upwards at the ready, he watched his surroundings carefully.

"Here, we should probably get to your car sir." Looking back at Chell in the distance on the rooftops and then on the street, Vitaliy's gaze followed her in wonder for a moment. That girl was a gosh darn amazing shot, something he couldn't deny based on his observations so far.

D@mn... If I'm not careful I might lose my cool around that lass... she's mighty smooth actin'. Hahaha... I really do like these people, crazy or not.

Tavrin nodded and took the proffered hand after sheathing his gun, using his cane to support his other side.

"Yes, well...sometimes the thrill of the fight gets a hold of me, and there is little I can do about it. It's been a long time since I've seen combat, you know...my occupation keeps things rather docile for me. But...I don't plan on doing that again. Still, Everything worked out just fine, I think."

He took a seat on the driver's side, leaving the door open as he relaxed into the soft cushions.

"Well now...do you happen to know if anyone around here is a medic?"

"Huh... give me a moment. I'll go talk the rest of our merry little party and ask around. I think I already heard a mention of a need for one, so you and I may have to use a little patience 'er as we wait for our turn." Once certain Tavrin was situated comfortably in the car, something he wouldn't actually mind himself at the moment, Vitaliy hobbled over to where the large part of the group he met before was meeting.

Hearing Seven mention Klein to be someone able of help, Vitaliy sighed in relief, pointing towards the vehicle as he propped himself up against the nearby wall of a building. Both guns back out, he lazily twirled them slowly around in his hands as he balanced somewhat on one foot until he could get some medical attention of his own.

Kegin exhausted from his efforts of pulling down the beast looked to the others around him and said
"thank you guys for the assist, not exactly what i had in plan but he it still worked out"

He looked to the ones around him and to the others near him, and sighed heaving his pick axe over his shoulder putting on a smile. He streched his arms from the amount of effort and said
"lets go check on the others".
He began to walked towards Tavrin and Vitality looking around at the carnage thinking to him self,
what is going on here, this is so strange.

After regrouping with the others, he looked back and saw Seven just gazing into the lifeless sky, doing absolutely nothing.

He walked to his direction and sat down beside him, "One heck o' a fight, am i right?" He said as he glanced over the yellow eyed human's corpses and thought of something. "Hm, come with me, le's check somethin' ou' real quick"
He patted the shoulder of Seven and walked to the closest corpse that they could see.

'Hmm? Oh, yeah, haha. It definitely was.' Strazta tapped him on the shoulder to call him over to investigate something. 'Sure, not like we can do much else.' Seven followed Strazta, his hands in his pockets.

He dug through his pockets and grabbed a small wrench, he kept spinning it through his fingers while walking. "We might find somethin' interestin' if we check these bod'is ou'." He suggested, "So why the name Seven? Is it becus' you have seven balls down there?" He chuckled as he fixed his glasses.

"Is it becus' you have seven balls down there?" Strazta said before chuckling. 'Um, that's just kind of weird, but ok. It wasn't a name I gave to myself. I don't mean to brag, but once, at a parade, I was tracking down a criminal when multiple security guards blocked my path to him. Seven, to be exact. They seemed to be protecting the guy, so I decided I'd, well, try and get past them using brute force. They were all armed using batons, while I was barehanded. Since it was a parade, multiple people were there when it happened, and since I used to show up in a lot of other places, they started calling me...uh, Seven.' Why'd he just tell this random dude why he was named what he was named? There would be no point to it. Not to mention, he was on Chell's side when she, well, attacked me. So he can't have been the smartest of people. 'What's the wrench for, buddy? You gonna dissect these poor guys?'

Tavrin straighted himself up as best as he could, smoothing out his suit and gingerly examining the hole that ran through his gut and spine. Grimacing, he took another sip of whiskey.

Damned good thing I learned to have a high pain tolerance as a kid...

Noticing the man with the pickaxe -- Kegin, if he remembered correctly -- approaching, he lifted a hand in salutation.

"Kegin! You're a local, right? And a miner, right? If so, would you perhaps be willing to answer a few questions for me?"

"Oh tha's pre'y brave of 'ya to take 'em down yerself." He punched Seven's shoulder in a friendly way, "And no, a wrench won't do much for cuttin' things open compared to a dissecting tool, but we might find som' good info by buildin' us some good tools for inspe'tion.".

As they got close to the nearest yellow-eyed human corpse, Straz kneeled with one kneecap touching the floor, he tucked his wrench in his trench coat for the meantime and dug his fingers in all the pockets of the dead man's clothing. "We might find something useful here."

He stood up and grabbed a piece of metal, he took out his wrench and got a shard of glass, while walking back to the corpse, he quickly made a mini-microscope. Straz rolled up the guy's sleeve and layed the microscope on top of his arm, examining his skin then after gaining some, maybe, good notes he next inspected the eyes.

"Hm, this is interestin.'" He stood up and tucked back his wrench.

Oh what a "wonderful" group of psychopaths. Zach looked at the carnage around him. Members have broken off to begin scavenging, except Chell. She broke away from the main group and seemed to be investigating. What she expected to learn in such a twisted world he had no idea, but it picqued his curiosity. He strolled over to her and tapped her shoulder with his left hand. His voice was soft and barely a whisper, but she should be able to hear him. "This isn't somewhere you should be alone." His eyes shifted around. "You don't know what could be hiding and waiting for you. You should be careful."

Chell was standing in front of the door, praying that anybody would open. She kept standing there, patiently waiting. She was almost like a statue.

Suddenly somebody tapped her shoulder, but she did not turn around. She assumed it was somebody from the company. But when the person whispered in her ear she glanced over her shoulder, seeing Zach.

Oh it's Zac- wait isn't this guy mute?

She instantly dashed behind him, her move so fast that Zach only noticed a blur and Chell disappearing from in front of him. Chell was now behind him, her rifle aiming at him with the bayonet not too far from the back of his neck. Her finger caressed the trigger.

"Notebook. Now." she aggressively stated, her voice somewhat disturbed.

The boy watched her disappear in surprise. It seemed that the Dream World enhances its inhabitants, obvious by the fact that his voice was now audible. His left hand raised up in surrender and then slowly slid down into his pocket and he pulled out his notepad, but along with the notepad dropped the crumpled note. He glanced down and slowly reached down to grab the crumpled ball. He picked it up and got back up. He shifted away from the doorway so that they were parallel to the house. He wrote on the paper. "Happy now?" Then looked at Chell. "Happy now?" He whispered.