Tim gritted his teeth and lay down for a second, and inspected the injury.
It was pretty deep and wide. Tim began to tie a makeshift bandage made out of sour chew straws around the wound, before realizing, "Whatever, be a man."
He quickly pulled it out, though what came after was a influx of extreme pain which made even Tim, a tough guy from the streets, make a agonizing groan that could be heard from a few feet away.
He managed only to limp slowly toward the direction of the foreman.
He spit his jolly rancher on the foreman's body, before lying down again, his face twisted.

(((OOC: HOT DAMN SHIT WENT DOWN! RIP Zman and Creep, even though I didn't really see how they broke the rules. Then again I just woke up, so it's k.)))

Dino stood on the side, enjoying his cigarette while the others struggled against the delicious beasts. For as much as he wanted to help, he couldn't: everybody there had some sort of mystical power or supernatural ability of sorts. He was just good at shooting. Well, let's not undermine his skill: he was the best at shooting. But unfortunately mere bullets proved to be ineffective against the demonic gummy bears. As Abra appeared to 'balance' the situation, Dino remained silent, smiling.

"Oh he's such a cunt. I love him already." he said with a tone of sarcasm.

But when the two fellows were swallowed by the sweet ground, Dino's face changed. A more serious and grim expression manifested itself. He quickly stood up from the cross, tossed his cigarette and walked back onto the path, grabbing the steel cross on the way.OK, he's not playing games. he thought, as his feet stepped over the warm ground.

As the group walked forward, Dino's ears picked up some movement from the forest. After Grant did his thing, a second of silence followed. Devoured by curiosity, Dino ventured into the forest in the direction of the sound. In the matter of a couple of moments he reached a quite odd scene: a tree had fallen onto something, or somebody, presumably killing it; next to the tree was lying a man with a...gigantic sour chew straw around his foot? What? But the kid was familiar to Dino: he remembered seeing him at the theater.

"Oi laddie, you alright?" he asked, leaning slightly towards him.

(((OOC: I don't know what rule I broke but rather I just have bad luck. It's whatever though and Aquila's choice. I'm dead [or am I? Don't answer that] have fun and Hope y'all fair better than me!)))

Tim looked up, his hands letting go of the sour straw, revealing the wound.
"I'm fine. You?"
"Dang, I hope he's a medic... Don't want to be lookin this weird, though it may be common here."

Lilith, following the group, eventually stumbled upon the lost member. Seeing his doings however, her eyes opened widely. There was a large shard of candy in his foot, and he tried to patch it with sour chew straw. She took off her glasses and slightly rubbed her forehead with her hand, having her eyes closed. If not for her always present passive smile, one may think that she was irritated.

"Elders have mercy..." She mumbled, making her way towards the injured, putting her glasses back on. "Kid, don't do that..."

And at this very moment, the short man just carelessly pulled the shard out.

"Where the hell are all you guys from...Don't you know how things work?!" Only reason why she didn't say that out loud was her very recent encounter with the gummy bear, where her knowledge has failed her as well.

"Let me handle this..." Lilith kneeled next to the man with the cross, and the kid with the guitar, immediately taking a hold of the second one's foot. For a moment she was looking at it from different angles, moving it around, touching and pressing at various points. As much as she tried to be careful, it sure wasn't pleasant for Tim. "There are twenty six bones in your foot, each... About eight of them can be broken, dislocated, or even smashed right now..." She muttered, most likely more to herself than anyone else. Then she locked her eyes with the guitarist. "I'll be honest dear, this will hurt as all hell..."

Without waiting for any response, she suddenly grabbed the foot with her other hand, and jerked it to the side, pressing at it with her fingers. There was a slight, quiet snap, and a sensation of pain. "Sorry...Walter, gonna need your help here..." As by a touch of a magic wand, the skeleton appeared from dust by her side. "...Seal it down, before we take even more risk of it getting infected. I don't have anything to wash it with anyway..."

"Im on it..."

Lilith backed off a little, giving her partner some space to operate, while she got busy with something else. Between her hands, hundreds of tiny streaks of dust, began to weave a blank white piece of material, similar to a bandage. "Oh, saying that it will hurt, I meant this part by the way...Bite on something if you have to..." She casually said, still focused on her plaiting, while Walter touched Tim's foot where the entrance, and the exit of the wound were. They were literally burning in touch, as if someone used two white-hot pieces of metal instead. It took only a two to three second of Guitarist's skin and blood sizzling, before the skeleton put his hands away. Burning the injury this way, closed the wound, and stopped the bleeding.

Lilith sat next to the kid again, and was carefully wrapping his foot with newly created bandage, that quickly got red, from still remaining blood. Somewhere in between, she "attached" a straight, short candy cane, to his foot, as a stabilizer and wrapped the whole thing together. Pulling strongly at the very end, creating the one last burst of pain, she tied two ends of the bandage together and got up.

This whole event took not longer that maybe two minutes, of Lilith's precise and quick moves, as if she has done it countless times before. She looked like a professionalist, that knew what she was doing, even though she didn't really seem to take it too seriously.

"There... For your own sake, don't step on that foot...Maybe use one of those as a walking cane..." She pointed at the bunch of oversized red and white sugar canes, then stretched, walking away. Meanwhile Walter extended his palm to the younger one, offering him his help in getting up.

"It won't burn this time, I promise." His jaw widened slightly, as if he was trying to smile.

((OOC: If I interfered with any of your planned actions, Haru, Aquila, just ignore the part that doesn't fit you. And yes i think i did get carried away...>_>))

Dino remained passive as the woman joined the conversation. As she began doing her thing, Dino smiled.Thank god there's a medic here. Those kids might get hurt.

When the woman mentioned the walking stick, Dino decided it was time to make himself useful: he took off his cross from his shoulder and planted it into the ground. With careless step he made his way towards a group of those oversized candy canes.

He began examimg them, trying to find one fit for the guitarist; that didn't take long. Dino grabbed the cane and jerked it vigorously, but it did not break or separate from the ground. With the same smile on his face he quickly extracted his Anaconda and fired at the cane. The shot was chirurgical, separating the cane perfectly. Dino slid the firearm back into the holster and turned around, making his way back towards the cross and the kid.

"There you go, kid. I wouldn't suggest eating it though." He said smiling before handing the cane to the guitarist. After that was done he turned around, picked up his cross and made his way back towards the path.

Nocturn watched from afar and decided to step closer to have a look. He stopped a few feet far from the group and he saw that there was, indeed, a new person amidst them. Perhaps already present in the theatre and he just didn't care enough to notice. Either way, it seemed as if a tree just a few feet away from that group had crushed something, shards of colorful tree had lay scattered from the crash.

The woman and the bespectacled man assisted the new one, they seemed to at least know first aid which was good for them as a whole. For himself though, no amount of first aid or healing can suffice. The virus is all consuming. Its hopeless for him.

His darkened eyes noticed the change in electrical field of the newcomer, a more faster beat to its rhythm. He was obviously stressed slightly, perhaps he was chased as he had thought. Never matter, what mattered is that maybe, he could die soon. This world seemed far more hostile than he expected.

Tim, limping on his candy cane, noticed the sound and the aroma, but did not believe trying to figure out who it was was a good choice.
Still, he waited on his other crewmates, from the medic to the metallic man.
For he quickly learned that it was best to be with a group, no matter if you disagreed with them.

Quite hungry and eager for rest, Grant immediately walked briskly towards the sounds of others and the smell of food. Worst came to worst, he figured he could kill most of them.

(OOC= Nobody knows that Nox threw the dart, correct?)
How unfortunate that they had to die. That fire transformation would have really been useful for me in the future. And the armored guy would take a while to die if he hadn't gone like that. He would have made a halfway-decent distraction.The smell of food brought Nox out of his reverie. He hadn't realized that it had been a while since his last meal.
"Hooray, food!" yelled Nox to nobody in particular. He began speed walking towards the wagon, but to be safe, had a dart with paralysis poison on it at the ready. All he had to do was survive and get out of this world.

The metal zombie took seconds to realize the number of new people in the distance, perhaps he needed a bit of sustenance but what really counted as that when he didn't have a stomach? The virus wasn't hungry yet so maybe just another phantom pain.

He walked along the others, casually taking a look at the limped one before looking back at the front. "There are thirteen total living up ahead," he said to no one in particular. He waited for their reactions, telekinetic and Nox went ahead and trudged forward. He clicked his jaw and followed.

He'd rather keep moving than stagnate with indecision. The others question each other but when in territories unknown like the unforgiving sea, it'd be best to keep moving to find the light or land.

"Hold!" The order sounded as the caravan became aware of the group's existence. The group came out of the thicket to see an ornamented carriage with three beautiful women in it, and they were guarded by 14 soldiers, one who was the driver of the wagon. The horseriders quickly pointed their spears at the group, closing into a tight formation. "Put down the weapons, if they were bandits they would not approach this carriage so brazenly." A guard broke through the ranks, on his shoulder was a golden pad that was carved into the shape of an ox's head. He was one of the four who had high electromagnetic waves.

"I agree, one of these travelers did call out for food they must be hungry." Another guard with a strong aura rode up, on his shoulder was a golden tiger. "It is our duty to aid those who seek it." He gestured with his head and the soldiers unhooked a bag from their side, another captain rode to join the other two, on his shoulder a golden dragon. They were the first to offer the sack to the party.

Inside was beef jerky, a riceball filled with dried salmon and seasoned with sesame seeds, and roasted and salted seaweed. "I am sorry all we can give you are our field rations." The Ox guard apologized. "The beef within the carriage, along with the priestesses, are offerings for the Great Dragon. Eat it all, if hunger strikes us, the world will provide."

"What brings you here?" The Dragon guard asked. "I have never seen people in such foreign garb. You must be on a pilgrimage perhaps? Would you like to join us to the Great Dragon? Perhaps it can offer you some guidance."

The group, seeing no reason to refuse, joined the carriage guard. The Ox guard got off his horse, handing it to Lilith. Now that he was on the ground, he stood slightly taller than Daniel, and looked formidable in his war armor. It looked like what a samurai would wear, but he did not have a helmet, letting his pony tail run down his neck. On his back was a massive polearm, two spikes curved out like an ox's horns. The Tiger guard wore less bulkier armor and he had two katanas strapped to his midriff while the Dragon guard had a gilded Guandao.

A horseman drew close to Tim, getting off and trailing next to him, looking him up and down before announcing. "Sir this man is injured!" The Ox guard turned around and without hesitating, lifted Tim into the air and settled him onto the other soldier's horse.

The medic unwrapped the bandages and stared at the clean hole. "You did a nice job causterizing the wound, but I doubt you want to live your whole life with this hole." He was dressed differently than the other soldiers, his armor made of cloth and leather compared to the others' metal, and he wore a cloth cap on his head and a set of beads around his neck and bound around his right arm. He pulled a strip of yellow paper out of a pouch and attached the talisman to Tim's feet, unwrapping the beads on his arm and holding it around the wound. He began muttering and green energy streamed out of the ground and flowed into the beads before being pulled in by the talisman. The energy bathed Tim's foot and his flesh began mending itself and closed the hole shut. The medic wiped sweat from his brow and explained. "I used the natural energy of the earth to heal you. You should be able to walk fine now." He helped Tim down.

They came out of the forest into a row of foothills, the path running up and down and lead to a lone mountain. "We'll rest here." The Tiger guard stared at the setting sun. "The hills will bring natural cover from the weather." The soldiers worked quickly, leading the carriage off the path and building tents.

"Sleep, take a quick nap as we prepare camp, we will wake you for dinner." The Ox guard led them to a set of tents.

(OOC: To everyone in this RP, thank you for exploring my cave)

Entering the first tent, Grant claimed it as his own. After breaking eye contact with the others he allowed his fatigue to show. His posture drooped as he rubbed his temple with his left hand. Taking off his coat, the telekinetic laid down to rest. It took almost no time for exhaustion to overtake him.