From the west, she hears a sharp distant sound--a cry of pain, cut short?

Yi furrows her brow, bo staff in hand as she goes to investigate on night patrol. Her steps are quick, light on the balls of her feet as she sticks to the shadows.

Gunshots, then. Three in rapid succession. Another. Then she likely loses count, as another firearm, more muffled, snaps fifteen shots through the city night.

Yi curses softly in her native language, ducking into a nearby alleyway that is so prominent in the lower class side of the city. By now, she knows these streets like the back of her hand, and takes some side routes to lose any possible tailers, hide from watchers, and maybe come up from behind or to the side. Her gift of blur goes unused, for the moment.

Up ahead, the big intersection at Eighth Street is empty of its usual complement of prostitutes. She catches sight of the man standing up, from about a block away; he looks to have a body in his arms. As she gets closer she can see two more bodies slumped on the ground.

Yi narrows her eyes, almost melting into the shadows as she invokes her gift. The hand holding her staff tightens, bringing the weapon close to her body as she proceeds closer. Her ears strain for some words, and eyes look for faces to recognize. She sniffs, reflexively, for blood.

You head westward down the street.

Bridge Street(#2898RJ)
All the way from Fifth to Twelfth, tenements crowd together tightly, interspersed with a few shops and little stores. A single, larger grocery store decorates a part of the block from Eighth to Ninth. Bars create a grill over the windows of the littler stores, and smells reminiscent of a garbage dump waft from many of the small alleyways. It is nothing unusual to hear a shot, or many shots, ring out from any of the area, nor to see swaggering teenage boys in leather eyeing those who pass, especially women.
Contents:
John
Rina
Obvious exits:
Dark Alley Tenement Building North West East

Long distance to Rina and John: Yi is blurred up in the shadows in some alleyway nearby. :D

From afar, to the room, Rina nods. John would be moving away from her.

John pages to the room: Rina is in John's arms, and he's carrying her bloodied self to a corvette on the other side of the road. One man lies in the middle of the road, unconscious, and the bloodied remains of another man lie against a nearby wall. /Very/ bloody.

"I'm here," the girl says unsteadily, almost through clenched teeth. "Get to the safehouse. Somewhere. /Fast/. Bleeding."

From afar, John shot him in the face and chest fifteen times at nearly point blank range. Very dead.

You paged the room with 'Can I see any of your faces? Nn, maybe can recognize Rina's voice.'.

John pages to the room: Heh. Who /wouldn't/ recognise John? He's wearing the trenchcoat and gear again.

The unconscious man, face upward, can be recognized; he's Thomas, a local pimp who usually has his girls on this corner. The other man, the one against the wall... well, there isn't much left of his face at all, to be recognized.

From afar, to the room, Rina nods. As she gets closer, she'll likely recognize John's figure or voice. Rina, maybe the boots, or the shoulder of her jacket.

John nods repeatedly, and distractedly as he moves towards the corvette. He steps slowly, painfully slowly, to the passenger side and opens it up. He takes so much care to put her in as gently as possible... you'd think she were a crystal figurine. "Keep talking. Just keep talking, hang on to consciousness." he murmurs to her.

Yi disappears briefly to jump a wall, a fence, and land in the alley of the confrontation. She steals up from alongside the dumpster, even her nose assaulted by blood, garbage and urine can sniff out carnage here. As she recognizes Rina's voice, and John's specificly gloved hand (and possibly burn marks from the head or so) she hisses out sharply, just to see if they are who she thinks they are. Her eyes stray briefly down to the not-so-good looking dead guy.

Rina pages: That's where the emptied clip went, into his head and neck.

Rina leans her head back, and presses her good hand against the injured shoulder with a muffled groan of agony. "Hurry," she says tersely. In the distance, the two Garou can hear sirens.

Once she's there John moves fast. Very fast. He runs over to the unconscious Thomas, and hoists him rougly over one shoulder, trotting back to the 'vet, and bundling him roughly inside.

Yi gets perhaps the briefest of smirks on her face before she steps out half into the light. Her staff goes down to prod the messed up man, before she helps him out with a slight shift to glabro and half picks up, half lifts the bloody mess onto her shoulders. "I'll take care of this one. You go. Quickly." If he were to look harder, concentrate more, he'd see the familiar face of the newmoon, give or take some sharp, elongated teeth and taller height.

You have shifted to Glabro form.

John looks faintly startled to see her there as he starts to return to the body. "Pick up the guns." he growls, turning back and giving her a nod. "Shell casings, too. Leave nothing but brains and bone." he barks, and heads quickly for the car again, keys out already.

Rina is still pressing the heel of a hand weakly against the wound, gritting her teeth. Her face is noticeably pale.

Yi growls out her reply gruffly. Apparently she's very good at this body disposal and evidence removal thing. Sirens just make her move faster, but not less vigilant of shell casings, weapons, and any other fallen items from the fallen. ~Think you could've just shot him in the head,~ she rumbles as all the items go into her enlarged vest pockets. She doublechecks everything, wiping away any possible fingerprints in the blood and such before picking up her staff again and turning into the alleyway. ~Where will you be?~

You paged the room with 'How many guns and stuff? Knives? Jewlery? And more importantly... witnesses?'.

As he trots to the car, John calls "Walker safehouse!" over his shoulder, and dives into the driver's seat - not bothering to adjust it for his height - starting the engine the second the keys are in. He leans over to Rina, putting his semi-gloved hand to her face, fingers trailing her cheek, and the other reaches over to pull the seatbelt around her. "Love you. Hold on for me." he whispers frantically, then returns his attention to the car.

Rina pages to the room: No witnesses. Three firearms, one with the safety still on. (presumably John has his guns, so there's Rina's two and the thug's one/.

John pages to the room: Sounds about right to me. John also has Thomas', so no need to worry, there.

The car speeds away, engine revving unneccessarily loudly.

Walker Safehouse(#2560RFJ)
This basement room seems to have been designed as a fallout shelter, with walls and floor of concrete. There is electricity, as well--spartan wall outlets powered by a generator.
Contents:
John
Rina
You paged Rina and John with 'Assuming I'm as good at body disposal as I say, Yi leaves some false trails and stuff, loots the body for cash (haha, such honor) and stuffs various body parts in various dumpsters in various parts of downtown. Clothing gets put in some trashbags and left in some corner of the church basement for later disposal via burning. And, she knows where this safehouse is. Or if not, can do a Questing Stone to find John.'.

John pages to Rina and Yi: We'll assume that John and Rina have been here for some time before Yi gets here?

Rina pages to the room: Probably about 300 in cash on the heavy. Order of a K on Thomas, John.

John pages to the room: Yay. Mine.

Long distance to the room: Yi whoos. Yes we can handwave the body thing. Give me.. oh, an hr, hr and a half. I would've gone back to check out the police investigation brieflike too, make sure they go astray.

Long distance to the room: Yi loves rooftops. Batgirl! Meep.

When Yi knocks on the thick metal door, and bolts and locks are scraped across and undone, John steps quietly to one side to let her in. The Walker's movements are subdued and small. Slightly shaky, lacking his usual easy grace. "Hey." he grunts, as he lets her in.

Two other figures stand out in the room. Rina is propped up against one wall, lying on a mattress, with slightly blood-stained bandages wrapped tightly around her arm. She's groggy, and not moving much. Drugged by John, evidently. The man on the opposite side of the room is probably wishing to be drugged. He sits quietly against the wall, eyes wide and uncertain. His face is a mess of blood and bruises, his mouth, arms and ankles secured firmly with insulated tape. He doesn't struggle, though, just sitting quietly and watching the large man and the new arrival, nervously.

You have shifted to Homid form.

Yi still has her staff in hand, nodding briefly to the Walker. She's changed out of her clothes, returned to homid, and has some damp hair that tells of washing. "How is she?" Her eyes go to the kin in the corner.

John swallows and slowly closes the door, locking and bolting it again. "S-She... she's wounded. Bullet in the shoulder. Lost a bit of blood." His words are clipped, and tight. "I-I've... bandaged her, gave her something for the pain... I.. She should be f-fine. Just needs sleep." He manages to keep the shaking out of his voice for the most part, and he seems calm enough, but like a shock victim. He's had a scare, and stands there staring at her with hollow eyes.

The bound man, Thomas, eyes Yi as she arrives with more than a little wariness. He seems more leery of John, though.

Yi furrows her brow, walking over to Rina and stooping, one hand on her staff as she looks into the kin's eyes. She's looking for shock symptoms, as well as the extent of injury. "Did you remove the bullet?" Her head turns briefly to look at John. Apparently, Thomas gets nothing more than a brief glance. "And who was Ugly?" Yes, that's a capital U.

Rina pages: Not sure if she'd still be in shock; she lost a lot of blood. She took a round of 9 in the shoulder, nicked a pretty big artery.

Thomas should be leery of John for good reason. Occasionally John's eyes stray from Rina to the Russian, and flare with an intense hatred. Eyes filled with dark promises, before returning to stare, concerned at Rina. He seems frightened of approaching her. "Fucker was just meat." he says quietly, eyes only for Rina. Something chilling about the casualness in his voice. "No. Didn't... didn't want to remove it." he adds. "Need a doctor. She needs something better. Should take her to a hospital."

Rina pages to the room: Good thing she's already out. Or she'd have to panic and faint.

Yi shakes her head. "I can take it out. But, I am no doctor." She leans the staff up against the wall. "There were no doctors where harsher bullets for us are concerned." Her eyes go back to Thomas, maybe glaringly. Or, just sizing him up with the look of a predator.

The man stares back at her, a little uneasiness in his eyes. His eyes narrow slightly.

John nods tightly. Looking at Yi for a moment, he shakes his head and drops his eyes, to the floor. "Thank you." he says quietly, and gratefully. His eyes return to Thomas, and they harden. 'You' He mouths the words carefully to the Russian once he has his eye. 'Will pay.' He slowly starts to strip down to the waist, throwing the coat and jacket to one side of the room. The weapons holsters follow, with the silvery 9mms still inside. The knife and its sheath stay in his hands, though.

You paged the room with 'How good is the lighting in this place?'.

Thomas's attention snaps to the man when he moves; the pimp's eyes are guarded, a little fierce with the urge to flee. He shifts a little, moving his shoulders.

Rina pages to the room: It's prolly pretty good. I mean, it's an apartment, right John?

John pages to the room: As far as I know. We're a little loose on the desc at the moment. We'll assume that for now. :)

You paged the room with 'Rina's shot in a good guy area. :D Is Thomas bound and gagged?'.

John pages to the room: Very tightly, yes.

Yi examines the wound carefully, eyes flickering momentarily to the kin's face a few times. She looks back at John. "Do you have water? Clean cloth. A flame, would help." Her voice is firm, as if saying you can have your fun with the boytoy later... right now you have a kin to take care of.

Thomas glances over toward Rina, a flare of hostility in his eyes: /her/. This is all /her/ fault.

John catches the look Thomas sends to Rina, then looks back to Yi; the knife still unsheated in his gloved hands. "Cloth. Water. Flame. I'll see what I can do." he says in dull, leaden tones, and stalks past both kin and captive to the other end of the room. To a door, which he opens, then slips into.

Yi casts a brief eye over to Thomas, then takes out a switchblade. It's clean, so far. The blade pops out at the touch of a button, and she arches a brow over at Thomas. "If you're lucky, he might let you die like your friend." Her tone is low, yet completely honest. Walkers indeed, can be cruel. On both sides of the ocean.

A flicker of alarm comes to the prisoner's eyes, and he swallows. He takes a deep breath, then, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the wall.

John emerges from the room with a large, plastic ice-cream container full of water in one hand, and a bundle of fine linen shirts in the other. "This for now. I'll get more water in a ceramic bowl from the kitchen." he says quietly. "I don't know what to do about a flame. I have a small camp-stove, but it's for heat, not flame." As he stalks out from the room and heads for his fallen kin, and the Gnawer, he spares an intense glare for Thomas. No quick death for this one. There's promises for later.

Yi nods, taking the ice cream container and cloth to set aside. She stands up. "Do you have a lighter? And a sink." She looks from John to Thomas. Someone must smoke around here, don't they? C'mon. Already, she's rolling back her sleeves. Lovely thing, ghetto surgery.

John stalks over to his coat and jacket on the floor nearby, and pulls out a lighter. "I don't smoke." he murmurs, giving Thomas a pointed look before moving back over to Yi to offer her the lighter. He then heads for the small kitchen for more water in a sturdier container.

Yi takes the lighter and sets it down upon the cloth before moving off the briefly wash her hands and switchblade with some form of sanitizing hot water and soap. She looks a little nervous herself as she returns, and then kneels in front of Rina. Then it comes to her. "A stick. Something, to put in her mouth." She looks up at John. "The pain can be a bit much."

Rina pages to the room: Oh, she's out.

You paged the room with 'Like, anathestic out?'.

Long distance to the room: Yi can't spell, either.

Rina pages to the room: Well, she's got some pretty serious opiates in her.

John pages to the room: Yeah, I'd think so. Still, I'll pose with it. :)

John shakes his head, and gently reaches for Rina's face. Stripping off the full leather glove, he holds out that scarred, cat's paw hand to her mouth, and opens it enough to slide his hand in, sideways. "Nice and soft." he comments, regarding his own hand. He watches the girl with a look of deep concern, hoping the drugs were enough.

Yi turns so her back is to Thomas and blocking some of John's view of the Russian pimp. The lighter flicks on, and she holds the blade above it, swiping across slowly. After that, she uses it to cut away bloodied clothing around the area and get a better look at the gunshot wound, how deep it is, which angle, things like such. She wets her lips again, nervous.

The bullet looks to have buried itself under the joint of the girl's shoulder, ripping slightly upward and back, primarily through muscle. The girl is pale, but her breathing is steady, at least.

John strokes Rina's cheek lightly with the naked fingers of his left hand, his right tucked in her mouth just in case she needs to bite down. There's a soft, worried look in his eyes, and he just stays silent.

Yi takes a long, slow breath. ER, eat your primetime hearts out. She cuts off a length of linen with the switchblade, dabbing it in the water in the ice cream container before washing the wound and surrounding flesh carefully. "What happened?" she asks, as if asking this will keep her mind off the actual grossness of it all.

John frowns. "Best not to talk in front of Mr. Lucky If He Lives Through This." he says coldly, without looking over to the Russian. The Walker continues slowly, in short clipped sentences. "She was watching them. I was watching her. Meat-head grabbed her. Pimp Boy let his guard down when she caused a fuss, and went to investigate. I took him down. Meat-head shot her. Most of it hit Kevlar. I turned Meat-Head into Ugly. Here we are."

Yi nods just a touch, having finished cleaning and examining how she's going to do this. The lighter flicks back on as she cleans and sanitizes the blade. "At best, this is going to leave just a scar. I don't know if she will get back full use of her shoulder. But once the bullet is out, I'll have to burn some of it around to keep it from... infection." The last word comes with a bit of a pause as she translates in her head. Finally, with a grit of her teeth, she holds Rina's shoulder firmly. The blade is searingly hot as it goes it, the slight sizzle of flesh heard as Yi dives in to cut out the bullet.

Long distance to the room: Yi .oO (I saw this is a movie once.)

The pain does pierce through the opiate-induced fog: a hoarse muffled scream comes from the girl's throat, and her eyes open wide and disoriented. The primitive cautery does its work, though, slowing the loss of blood. The slug is buried deep, and it take a few of Rina's breaths for Yi to find it. Thankfully it missed bone.

Rina closes her eyes tightly, teeth digging into John's hand as another scream rips from her throat.

John's entire face tightens at her cry, and he just lets his fingers continue to run over her cheek as his own teeth sink into his lower lip. "It's okay, cara, be brave..." he whispers to her in a choked voice. Sitting back and away, but not pulling his hand from her mouth.

Yi stops as blade touches bullet, evidently can imagine with great detail how this must feel as she narrows her eyes and grips Rina's shoulder even more firmly. Working carefully, the flat of the blade eventually hooks down against the tip of the bullet and pushes it back out the way it went in, with not much complication. As the bullet's backend shows itself, Yi carefully flicks the slug out and onto the floor. Her next few movements are washing the blade, and flaming it once more to cut off some of the limp, ripped flesh. Then, she's washed the blade again and is cutting up another linen strip to dip in discolored water and wash away the blood flow that was slowed but restarted slightly from the cut. She swallows dryly before pressing the bandage onto the kin's shoulder, setting the blade down beside her to wrap the bandage tightly. "It's out." She sits back on her heels, eyeing the shoulder before picking up the bullet and examining it. Just in case, it was one of those bullets that had explosive heads.

Rina's body tenses in revolt, her back arching. She doesn't try to get away, at least, lacking the faculties or the strength to move much. There are tears on the dark lashes, though, when the knife finally leaves; she whimpers softly, going limp against the wall.

John's teeth chew against his lip, points of the teeth drawing tiny droplets of blood. He shuffles closer, hand still stroking her cheek, and leans over to whisper to her. "Rina?" He slowly pulls his hand from her mouth and reaches to kiss her tenderly on the lips. "You're going to be okay." There's a little more volume to his voice, and he pulls away to study her face with a heart-broken expression on his face.

Rina's eyes remain closed, pain etching deep lines into her face. She is conscious, though, aware; a faint groan of pain comes from her throat.

Yi washes the bullet in the blood diluted water, and peers at it some more before nodding slowly to John. Her own voice is slightly hoarse as the tensed throat relaxes and vocal cords work again. "She'll be ok. Your friend over there, might not be." She looks over to see if the other man has fainted or something. Then, the Gnawer picks up the blade and rises to her feet smoothly, walking to the sink to dispose of the wastes.

Thomas is staring at them in utter horror, a hint of fear in his eyes.

Rina pages to the room: He's thinking... . o O (If these people do that to his /girlfriend/...)

John lifts his head to kiss her hair lightly, nose nuzzling against her and taking a deep breath. Breathing in her scent. "I should dose you again. This isn't going to be pretty." he murmurs to her. Loud enough that Thomas can hear. He strips off his other glove, and the prosthetic finger inside, and strokes her cheek a little more with his hand. They linger there for as long as possible before straightening up to stand. "Thanks, Yi." he calls over to her.

The sound of the sink running is heard, and above it comes the, "No Problem." The sink shuts off, and Yi comes back with cleaned switchblade, slightly wet sleeves, and a wiped brow. The blade gets a short look, and gets reset before being slipped into her vest pocket. The guns seem to have disappeared too, shellcasings and the rest of the evidence from the scene. Her hand tosses up the bullethead and catches it again. "I hope you don't mind if I keep this," she says to John. Seems her mood swings at this time of the moon are odd enough as a smirk falls over her features.

John pages to the room: Ah, one of the .45s was Rina's. He'll want that back.

John nods quietly as he stands and straightens his shoulders up. "As long as she gets her gun back, you can keep whatever you found on Ivan." He cracks his thumbs by curling them up, and spares another worried glance for Rina. "I think I'll go get the car battery." he muses.

Yi raises a brow at the name. Logical deduction reduces the name to the label of the man she disposed of. Her eyes flicker from victim to ahroun. "Were you hoping to learn something from him, here?" She gestures slightly to the wide-eyed Russian.

Thomas merely watches them both, a little wild-eyed.

John's eyes flick to Thomas consideringly. "Yeah. Actually, forget it. I'll just start chopping bits off 'til he tells us all we want to know, or til he dies. Whichever comes first." He raises his own four-fingered hand and waggles the fingers. "We'll have to see." With that, he leans down to pick up the knife, and unsheaths it. Glinting with a smooth, silvery finish, it's very well cared for.

Thomas shakes his head mutely, a wild look in his eyes as he presses against the wall. He glances to the Asian girl, as if maybe she'll help him somehow.

Yi looks at the knife, then back at the pimp, and considers quietly. "Are you going to kill him?" comes the answer after a minute or so of dramatic silence factor. "Doing it here will leave a mess. And I'm not helping you clean up -that-." She takes a pace forward to the tied up man and stoops to look at him. Her head remains safely out of head butting distance.

Rina groans softly, dark eyes flickering open to look vaguely at the floor. She lets her head roll upright, until it leans back against the wall. Confusion touches her features with odd lines, amid the pain. "Where'd you come from?" she asks Yi, her voice a little hazy.

John gives Thomas a dark glare, then looks back to Rina with a sad, hopeless expression. When he looks back, his glare is more intense. Darker. "Thank whatever god you worship that you didn't touch a hair on her head." His voice is dull and sombre. "Because then I wouldn't care about how useful you are. I just wouldn't let you live. As it is... Sing like a bird. And I'll only take pieces." So saying, he ducks his head, and opens the bedroom door, then moves to drag the terrified man inside, with one hand.

Thomas cries out, a muffled sound of fear as he stumbles into the room. He doesn't fight, but lets the Glasswalker manhandle him past the door. There's a heavy thud as he falls to his knees, without the use of hands to catch himself.

Yi shakes her head slightly at the poor man's fate. She instead moves over to Rina and kneels down to check the kin some more. "From the church, on patrol. I took care of the trail - the police will not connect it to us." Her hand reaches up to gently check the kin's eyes again as she smirks a bit and sits back. "You were shot, but that is taken care of." She looks down at the cut shirt, and suddenly furrows her brow. "I'm sorry about your clothing. I'll get you another, when I can."

John rips the other man's gag off, roughly, and kicks him in his kneeling position. Kicking him further into the room, then closing the door.

Rina shakes her head, looking up at the girl through a cloud of pain. "S'aright," she says hoarsely. She takes a careful breath, then, and the dark eyes glance toward the noise as Thomas cries out again. Confused, she looks up at Yi again. "What--"

John pages to the room: Assume John's in there interrogating and cutting tiny pieces off for wrong/unhelpful answers. Or for the hell of it. Starting with toes and fingers. That way, we can find out from Tersa, later, what he's learnt.

Rina pages to the room: Can't really deal with the interrogation proper, until I get an answer from Tersa. :p I'd say John probably will get the name of the next guy up the chain, and maybe some minor info about drug peddling.

Yi swallows dryly again as she turns her head at the cry. Her brow creases with lines of almost sympathy for the man, before she finds a non-blood splattered bit of floor to sit on. "Can you tell me what happened?" she queries the kin. Pained kin, or helpless pimp. Take a story.

Rina looks away from the door as the first scream sounds from beyond it. A swallow tightens her throat. "I was watchin' him. But I let myself get made. Fucked up. He sent one of the girls over t'distract me, so I didn't see the muscle comin' up on me."

Yi nods slowly, listening to the gruff interrogation and muffled sobs of answer. "What were you doing there, acting as bait?" She tilts her head slightly, inquiring.

Rina shakes her head minutely, closing her eyes. "No," she says. "Just watching." Her wince deepens.

There's a thud against the door, and easily audible whimpering and sobs. And a low growl, still from a human throat. A dull, muffled scrabbling noise against the door ceases after another thud.

Rina flinches.

Yi's sigh comes somewhat hoarsely. "The place where Nevada and I stay was just a few blocks away. I would've heard it anyway." She shifts over some and leans up against the wall beside the kin, where John was before. "You were watching, he was watching, and he got his man to try and take you." She shrugs slowly, as if this reminded her of everyday life somewhere. "The man in there, was unlucky that he tried it on a full moon." Her eyes go back to Rina, blinking once as a whine from a wracked throat sounds. "He cares for you, a lot," she notes quietly.

Rina presses her lips together, and looks a trifle sickened. "Gonna have to kill him," she says hoarsely. "He knows too much."

Another thud, this time against a wall, but enough that it causes slight vibrations to course through the rest of the room. The screams die off into weeping, then there's silence for a few moments. And the screams start, more intense and frightened than before. Pleading.

Yi tenses, then shrugs again, and withdraws the bullet from her vest pocket to look at it some more contemplatively. "At the rate John is going, he may as well be able to flush him down the toilet afterwards." She creases her brow again, a little disturbed by her own words. "Maybe you can tell him it is not necessary to torture the man too much. He does not seem to be used to mafia ways. From these streets, working for them. He would not know much." She looks to the door. "But he does know the way here."

Rina takes in a breath, her jaw tightening. "Knock on the door," she says softly. "Tell him he's needed out here." She doesn't look over at the girl, her eyes hard. "Please."

Silence again. Muffled murmurs. John's voice, raised in anger, then subsiding. More speaking.

Yi nods, rising to her feet and moving to the door. She raps on it sharply, 3 times.

The door opens, but John stands some way back from it. Trying to hide his blood-spattered bare chest and hands. The glinting knife. "What." he growls, breathing a little shallow. "I'm nearly done." This comment is met with a broken whimper, and pleading. "Please, I've told you everything, I don't /know/ any more than that..."

Yi simply motions to Rina. "You're needed out here." She spares a glance slightly downwards, lips tightening in a grim line.

Rina tips her head back against the wall, closing her eyes tightly. "She can't see me like this." he whispers in a choked voice, then steps back inside. Mere moments, then there's a surprised gasp, and a faint, strangled, gurgling noise. Then the sound of running water from the ensuite bathroom. "One minute." he says a little more loudly. "I have to... have to get cleaned up." There's a stalling element there.

Yi waits patiently by the door, sparing the broken man a few furtive glances as he lies by the wall. She looks back towards Rina, querying, "Are you alright? Feeling a fever?" She blinks a few times, concerned that perhaps there might be the start to an infection, or worse.

John pages to the room: Dead, now, the man is. Dead, dead, dead.

John pages to the room: Slit throat.

John steps out, finally, pulling his shirt back on, and wiping his face and hands dry with a towel. There's no blood in evidence... well. A little on his boots and jeans. But otherwise, he's there - sans weapons. "Rina?" The Walker's face turns ashen and he moves quickly towards her.

Rina looks a touch paler. "Fine," she says tersely. "I'm fine." The pain is deeper in her face. "Just hurts."

John comes to kneel beside the kin, and inspects her closely. Eyes filled with uncertainty, he reaches out with that burn-scarred hand to touch her cheek. It trembles slightly, and he holds his breath. "I'm so sorry." he whispers.

Yi looks inside after the Walker steps out, and winces slightly before shaking her head and closing the door. She looks to the man and kin, then decides not to intrude any further. "I'll be at the church, or at the apartment," she states quietly, heading to the door. "If you feel a fever, make sure your shoulder is not infected, or something. Might be a little cold because of blood loss, but nothing some sleep will not help." She looks thoughtful, before adding, "And try not to move too much. A sling, if you can. I did not stitch the wound together."

Rina's jaw tightens, and she clenches her teeth a moment before she can speak. "Not your fault," she says tightly.

John nods tightly, without looking back to Yi. "Thank you, Yi." His reply is soft and subdued. He falls to one side, slightly, against the wall, to examine Rina's face. "More drugs?" he murmurs softly.

Rina nods minutely. "Thanks, Yi," she says quietly. Wincing, she looks up at John. "I oughta get up, get somewhere... where I can sleep. Need you to tape my chest, too. Just in case."

Yi opens up the door and pauses again, before adding on a last note, "The guns are in the church, in the basement at the second classroom." She offers Rina a short smile, and she departs with a click of the heavy door.