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 We seem to find ourselve in quite the predicament, tag Lithia/Holtz
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 Posted: Mar 25 2017, 11:56 AM
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Once Sherlock had recovered from his injuries he had incurred during his rather tumultuous trip through the portal, or rather since the small plane he had been in had quite literally crashed through the portal and into Storybrooke's forest, he was finding the relative quiet of Storybrooke rather unnerving. Not to say that it was always quiet, certainly there were things going on, especially since not long after he fell through it appeared that zombies were also finding their way into the town. It was still not quite at all the same from being back in his realm, in his version of New York City, where his services to the police had been invaluable and nearly constantly needed.

All array of crimes happened there, all with puzzles and mysteries behind them that needed to be solved in order to apprehend the culprits. Though Sherlock had never been one for the limelight, he had certainly also never been the type to be useless or unneeded. He also wasn't used to what people around here were calling magic, his mind was fairly stubborn on that account, and he was quite positive that whatever they were calling magic, were simply things that science had yet to explain. Eventually some brilliant scientist would figure out how magic worked, the science of it all, and put it all in a much more explainable light.

Until then, he found himself hardly ever needed, aside from petty crime and magical catastrophes, there wasn't much on the order for normal crimes like he dealt with in his world. He was taking much of his down time to learn as much as he could, and to keep a watchful eye on Moriarty, who he still didn't trust to play by the rules while they were stuck in Storybrooke. He read up on anything he could get his hands on about this realm, and the other realms and even magic. He also kept in shape, because to him physical shape was as important as it was exercising his intellect.

As he was out and about for the day, it seemed that he was soon to experience yet another portal incident, only this time he'd only be falling through with himself and what he was carrying in his bag he had with him. The ground seemed to make strange noises, the wind restless, some people managed to run away before the portal started plucking the closest people to it, one of whom was Sherlock.

The next thing he knew he was sprawled yet again rather unceremoniously onto the ground, his head a bit foggy but other than some bumps and bruises he was relatively unharmed. He sat up and looked around, didn't look like his world, though wherever he was the place had seen better times. It looked like the scene from a Michael Bay film, he glanced around to see if anyone else had been sucked in as well.

"Hello there, excuse me, are you quite all right, do you require assistance?"

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Jillian Holtzmann
 Posted: Mar 25 2017, 12:22 PM
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Holtzmann had not been expecting another trip through a portal. The one that brought her here had been bad enough, dumping her on a roof she needed to hitch a ride on a dragon to get down from. It had not caused her any harm, though, and she ended up in a really cool place. All in all, she had nothing to complain about, really, when it came to portals. That only added to her surprise, then, when another one opened up: she was quite happy where she was.

The last thing she wanted, after working so hard to figure things out here, was to get dragged to some other new world to start again.

What if there weren't dragons in this one?

She hit the ground hard, as if thrown from a few feet despite being firmly on the ground before getting sucked into the whirling magical vortex. The wind in her lungs escaped violently, a rattled gasp fleeing with it, and pain lanced through the right side of her body. The injury from the explosion roared to life, and she doubled over in a subconscious move to protect herself, arms curling around her body as she writhed for a moment. Somewhere above her, she heard someone talking, which was enough to draw her out of her daze and restore some of her usual sense of self.

She looked up to see a man standing over her, looming almost, though she recognized the concern on his face. Nodding, she uncurled and rolled over to get to her feet, hopping up rather theatrically and offering him her hand in the same motion. Pain was still burning over her hip, and she tried to ignore it by forcing a bright smile on her face and focusing on the situation at hand. The injury was an old problem: this world was a new one.

"Holtzmann," she said, in greeting. Her eyes drifted from his, not shy about making direct contact with strangers, to look around where they had landed.

It did not look great. There were people shambling about. Or... what used to be people. And they were no longer shambling randomly, but rather specifically toward the new arrivals from the portal. If Holtzmann had to guess, they had apparently been pulled into Dawn of the Dead, though she doubted there would be a conveniently stocked mall anywhere nearby.

"Those guys friends of yours?" Holtz looked back up at Sherlock, as he was quite a bit taller than she was, while nodding her head toward the closest group of zombies heading toward them.
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 Posted: Mar 25 2017, 02:20 PM
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He smiled, though when Sherlock smiled it was often hard to tell if he was sneering, leering or genuinely smiling. Though at the moment there was a lot of external information hitting him all at once, so he was only partially paying attention to the rather exuberant young lady reaching out to shake his hand. Why were Americans always so enthusiastic about greeting people, it made the British in him cringe slightly, though after living for nearly over three years in New York City, he was marginally more accustomed to such things.

He shook, with a relatively medium handgrip, despite all appearances he felt it safe to assume that the girl was relatively intelligent. At least as far as all his instincts and training in observation were telling him. He glanced around him more closely when she mentioned <i>friends</i>, sure he had made note of a few people moving around off in the distance, but he had just assumed they were regular people, survivors to whatever it was had happened here.

Of course, now that he looked around more properly, and had ascertained that the woman was quite all right, he was realising that wherever they were, definitely did not look remotely inviting. This was the complete opposite of his journey from his realm to Storybrooke, he felt like he'd been cast in a horror film.

"No, certainly not friends, and is it just me or do they look like they are in the process of decomposing." He refused to bring himself to say the z-word. There were many things he was having to wrap his head around being in a place where magic was real, but he refused to believe in this. He would call them the walking dead, or animated corpses, but he wouldn't say zombies.

"I wonder, if perhaps the dead that have been attacking around Storybrooke came from here, wherever here is." Once he realised they were getting quite a bit too close for his comfort, to the point he could almost see a hungry look in their eyes, Sherlock reached down and grabbed his gym bag and pulled out his baton, flicking his wrist so that it became fully extended. A sword or gun would perhaps be more useful, but at least he could whack them on their pate perhaps hard enough to fracture the bone and render them to a more permanent lifeless state once again.

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 Posted: Mar 25 2017, 02:40 PM
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Holtzmann watched him as he moved to get something out of his gym bag, quirking an eyebrow thoughtfully and wondering if now was a good time for tennis, though it could have been any manner of sport equipment. She assumed that he was not really a basketball or baseball kind of guy, if only because his accent indicated he was far too refined for American rough housing. Or maybe that was just an unfair bias. Just because he was tall, held himself upright and seemed very well put together did not mean he was the typical British snob the television was so keen on highlighting.

Maybe he was a perfectly amiable British slob, who happened to have a good day today.

For her own part, Holtzmann looked like she had found all of her clothes and thrown them on at random. Which, ultimately, was exactly what she did. She was wearing jeans that were too big for her, cinched around her waist by a very thick belt that she had very clearly poked extra holes in to be able to close it usefully tight. She had a black tank top under a done up men's vest, with a red and orange high visibility work jacket over it. And of course, her yellow glasses. Thankfully, she had not lost them in the portal jump.

Zombies looked a lot better bathed in a happy yellow.

"You know, I think they just might. Inter-dimensional travel seems to be so easy, a dead guy could do it around these parts. Oh, hey, nice stick!" She grinned, looking at him teasingly, then pulled her own gun out of her coat. It was her own creation, fashioned to look like a laser gun from a movie, almost like a toy, with a pack glowing red just over the grip of the handle. A portable, if not low powered, energy pack that supplied the laser a few shots before needing to be recharged. She looked at her gun, then at his baton, then up at him with her eyebrows raised teasingly.

Hers was 'bigger', at least in how useful it seemed.

"Bet you I can take out more than you can before we're both overwhelmed and killed by a horde."
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 Posted: Apr 2 2017, 07:39 AM
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Sherlock didn't imagine it took that much effort to fall into a portal that happened to just open up near the zombies, then again Sherlock also couldn't shake the feeling like there was more going on here than met the eye. In his realm, he was fairly certain magic didn't exist, as far as he knew science ruled there. Space travel, technology, all sorts of things, but no magic. Just the same his world had a lot of stories about zombies and films on the subject. He'd seen everything from strains of rabies being the cause, to some unknown disease, to straight up voodoo reanimation of the dead. All stories, all fiction, where he came from. Just the same, all that fictional nonsense seemed to perhaps come in handy here. He knew that in all of those things one common denominator was a blow to the head alone would stop them, for the most part. The thing that was nagging at him though, was what type were these. Were they a type that had some one pulling strings, someone behind the voodoo, or some mad scientist perhaps. Granted without knowing what realm they were even in, put them at a disadvantage, not to mention how on earth were they going to find a portal out and how would they even know if it would take them to the right place. He had been trying to record all instances of portals opening since he had arrived in Storybrooke, pet project he had started, he even had a whole wall taken over in his room at the Inn with a map of Storybrooke and little dots to denote portals, even colour coded them for the ones that actually spewed out people, versus ones where people disappeared from Storybrooke into. He was looking for some sort of pattern, perhaps they only showed up certain places, or perhaps certain time intervals, but he hadn't been in Storybrooke long, so he hadn't learned anything of consequence yet that could help them out in their current predicament.

"Technically it's a baton, I left my stick back at the Inn." Of course by stick, he meant the stick he used for singlestick, of course he would have preferred swords, but he didn't have one on him, and he wasn't sure a foil would really be that good against zombies any how. He glanced at her, gun, or laser, or whatever it was. He'd seen more advanced technology than that in his realm, but he wondered just how much noise it would make. Another thing he'd seen in quite a few fictional zombie related genre, was that loud noises, often drew the attention of an even larger horde of zombies.

As one of the zombies got a bit too close for comfort, Sherlock whipped around with the baton, he delivered a quick blow to the legs to make the zombie stumble a bit, then a decisive blow to the head firmly and heavily with the baton, then he kicked it back so when it fell over, it didn't land anywhere near him, he didn't want any of the dirt and zombie bits on him after all, for as long as he could avoid it, especially since he had no idea of they were the contagious sort just yet.

"Well, I hope that pistol shoots quietly, otherwise we'll have an even bigger horde here soon enough as the noise draws them in. We should look for a defendable position until we can figure out where we can find a portal out of here."


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 Posted: Apr 4 2017, 10:57 AM
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"You're not fun!" Holtzmann grinned at him, though he had a good point. Finding a portal back home, or what now passed as home because she was having a lot of fun there, was probably something she needed to focus on. Being in a world full of zombies, while interesting and full of challenges she would love to address and engineer her way through, was probably bad for her health. Since she was already injured, she was probably going to need to be smart and avoid fights if she could.

But where was the fun in that?

Holtzmann fired her laser gun at a charging zombie, surprised that it was closing in on them more rapidly than the ones she had seen so far. So some of them could run? That added to the danger they presented, though she was not yet clear on if it was just some or all of them that could muster the energy and coordination to make a quick dive for their fleshy targets. The proton laser burned through the air with a light crackle, forming a thin whip of energy that entangled the nearest Zombie. She wrenched her arm sideways, throwing the ensnared zombie away from them with violent force, amplified by the capture stream itself, and sending it flying into another group of them.

Grinning, looking at the gun in satisfaction, it was clear that was the first time she had even tested the thing. But hey, live fire testing situations were used all the time, right?

"Well let's get moving then," she said, not one to just suggest something then not act on it. She grabbed his arm, hauling him with her as she took off running. Everything around this place seemed to be destroyed and ruined, making it hard to tell what kind of realm this was before the zombies took over. She had never really seen anything like it, though, and it was a drag to see. Storybrooke was a lot nicer, but it had its share of zombie problems now, too.

"I wonder if these guys are planning to move to our town, too."
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 Posted: Apr 14 2017, 01:37 PM
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Sherlock didn't respond to the woman's 'you're not fun' comment, he didn't see the point, but he did raise an eyebrow at it. He wasn't entirely sure what was supposed to be fun about getting sucked through yet another portal and this time instead of crashing into a forest he was in the middle of some post-apocalyptic wasteland over run by zombies. Sherlock shifted his bad slightly, not that there was all that many useful items in it, but it had fallen through with them, so he saw no point in wasting what few resources they might have to begin with. He held his baton at the ready, her laser or gun or whatever it was might be loud, but right now it seemed that things couldn't get much worse with the number of zombies that seemed interested in them.

Sherlock also had to admit another thing, he wasn't sure what realm this woman was from, but the tech was impressive, he was starting to wonder about the weapon, but also wasn't the best time to have that conversation either. As Holtz grabbed him and started to head away from the closer zombies, he quickly kept up the pace enough that she didn't have to pull him along physically for long. Though he wasn't sure he appreciated being handled like that, he wasn't going to complain considering the situation they'd found themselves in.

"Yes, well, perhaps we should head to one of those buildings in the distance, one of them might provide good shelter and a better defensive point. As to the zombies, I have a feeling this may be where the zombies are coming from, I've noticed some of them are dressed in a similar fashion to some that I saw in Storybrooke, though there seems to be a hodgepodge of dress styles here, though based on the buildings I'd say they are at least technology and industry here, brick buildings, looks a tad Victorian to me."

He seemed quite capable of handling conversation as well as running, though by the time he was done he was a bit more winded than he'd like to be, he was out of shape, he'd have to work out a bit more when, well more accurately if they made it back to Storybrooke.

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 Posted: Apr 19 2017, 09:04 PM
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"That's a good call, Captain Tall, Dark and Handsome! Tag on smart in there, and I'm starting to think you're not a real person." She grinned at him, giving him a teasing wink, which was her way to let other people know her flirting was reckless, but harmless. She was a jovial little creature, and saw no harm in pointing out the good points she saw in other people to them directly, whether it was a particularly appropriate time for it or not.

She was willing to run with victorian for now, since she had no better ideas about the place. She ran with him toward the buildings, though she fell behind despite her best efforts. She was usually very fast, her small frame giving her a lot of nimble motion and of course she was one of the most energetic people on the planet. The injury she had gotten not too long after arriving in the town was not helping her, and the strain caused it to ache enough for her to slow down.

It was a commonly accepted idea that Zombies were stupid. Because they were dead, their brains were dead as well, leaving their minds empty and their thought process nonexistent. That might be true, in some realms, but there was also another commonly accepted idea about zombies: they existed only to eat human flesh. Because of this conflict, it followed that they might not be as stupid as previously hoped. When it came to food, zombies were relentless. They did not need to think things through: they knew no hesitance, no inhibitions, and had no reason not to try absolutely anything to get to the food they wanted. If that meant throwing themselves into danger, walking through fire or taking bullets as they stumbled toward their goal, they would do so without pause.

No hesitation. No fear. No thought. Being stupid did not make them less dangerous. It made them moreso.

"Captain!" She yelped, firing her gun and whipping a zombie away from her, only to find another one charging toward her from behind it. It slammed into her, tackling her full force without regard for hurting itself and slamming her to the ground. It smelled the blood from the injury she came here with, reopened from the strain of running, and it bit down on her side, just over her hip, voraciously. Holtzmann let out a scream despite her aversion to the sound, the pain dragging the desperation from her throat.

"Help!"
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 Posted: Apr 30 2017, 06:32 AM
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Tall, dark and handsome; Sherlock wasn't sure he agreed with that assessment of his physical appearance, yes he was generally of slightly above average height for a Caucasian male, and his features were reasonably what could be considered aesthetically pleasing in most circles, but he never considered his features dark really. Granted, now was hardly the time to be nit picking over the woman's assessment of his physical appearance.

He didn't have much time to think on that, or even comment on it, as they made their way towards the safety of the buildings and some of the zombies got much closer to them, closer than Sherlock was remotely comfortable with. He managed to bash another one with his baton, but just as that one fell over re-dead another one came up behind Sherlock and latched on to the gym bag that he had slung over his shoulder and that made him stumble back.

It was at that moment he heard Holtzmann, wait, was that what she said her name was, and wait, it suddenly occurred to him that he hadn't actually introduced himself. Back when they first landed, what with the distraction of having been thrown through another portal and landing smack in the middle of what appeared to be a full scale zombie apocalypse, his brain was a bit slow to catch on to the fact that she had introduced herself and he hadn't reciprocated. At least, when he heard her yell out Captain he assumed she was calling out to him and not just using the word as some odd expletive.

His brain was going in a million directions, noticing everything, and he was trying his best to react in a situation that was far outside his wheelhouse of what he'd generally consider normal. Before he could rush to help Holtz, he had to turn and dispose of the zombie that was grabbing at his bag and slowing him up. Luck being on his side, he quickly noticed that whomever this zombie was when they'd been alive, had been someone dressed like they were right out of some middle ages dress up, complete with a sword that now hung uselessly as the zombie's side since all the dead corpse seemed to care about now was eating him and Holtz. Sherlock tossed the baton aside, grabbed the sword off the dead corpse and swung around decapitating the one that was attacking Holtz and then offered her a hand up.

"I'm Sherlock by the way, I don't believe I mentioned that earlier......"

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The pain was intense, but not enough to stop Holtzmann from marveling at how cool it was that a zombie was biting her, and then its head was cut off. It was still biting her, though it was now twice dead, its teeth simply digging into her flesh in such a way that it did not fall away once its limited muscle control was lost.

"Gnarly," Holtzmann breathed, taking the head and prying it from her bleeding body, holding it up for a moment to regard its ugly, rotten face before tossing it idly over her shoulder. She looked up at Sherlock as he offered her his hand, her panic and fear regulated by a strange, calm curiosity. Her theory in life was if she was not laughing, she was probably going to be crying, and laughing was always the better option.

She grinned at him, a little shaken but just as bright eyed as before.

"Nuh uh," she said, grabbing his hand and getting to her feet with his help. She was small and light, so she had no problems with pulling on someone's arm as much as she needed in order to steady herself. She looked up at him, giving him a once over. "No, yeah. That makes sense, actually."

Seeing the sword he was now wielding, Holtzmann looked around to find one for herself. The decapitated body that had been chewing on her side before losing its chewing parts had one, and she took it with a very dangerous looking smirk. Swinging it around a bit, testing it, she nodded in approval. She had no training in sword fighting, but definitely liked the idea of chopping the undead to bits, so, like everything else, she would meet the challenge exuberantly and give it her all.

"Jillian. I gave you my last name before, but I think you earned my first name with the whole saving my life thing. Now, Mr. Holmes," she made the leap, though with the way these worlds worked she had very little doubt that this Sherlock was the famed detective from novels she never bothered to read, "we should probably keep moving."

The zombies were gathering, some quickly, some slowly, some looking a little lost. One fell down on its own, but Holtzmann could only assume that coordinating a dead body was easier for some than others.
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 Posted: May 1 2017, 07:36 AM
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There was a moment, where normally Sherlock might have paused to inquire as to how she sounded so confident about his last name when he was quite sure he had only given him her first name. Of course he hadn't been in Storybrooke all that long yet, he did sort of recall someone mentioning something about a book and some character named Sherlock, though truth be told at the time he had no interest in whatever that person had been prattling on about so he had filtered it out of his head as unnecessary drivel with which he did not want filling his head, just useless information he didn't need taking up space. Either way, now was not the time to question, Jillian, as to why she knew his name and if it had anything to do with that fictional Sherlock nonsense.

"You're injured, I have a first aid kit in my bag, once we get somewhere relatively defenceable and safe, I'll need to take a look at that. On the bright side, from what I heard with the interactions the town has had with zombies, the bite shouldn't turn you into one like they show in the films."

He nodded at her assessment that they should move on, he turned in time to take out another zombie. He just hoped that when they did reach the building that they wouldn't have to fight their way inside. There was no telling how things had played out in this place, he knew bites didn't change people but that didn't quite answer how there were so many dead zombies around. Magic perhaps, had someone simply come and turned all the living people here to zombies, had there been a battle first. So many questions and for now he didn't have nearly as many answers or even probably theories as he'd liked.

"Quite right, let's just hope there aren't more waiting inside that building, there's no telling how long this place has been like this, or what sort might be trapped behind closed doors. We should proceed quickly and with caution."

Sherlock readjusted the strap of his bag, wiped the sword blade off on the clothes of one of the dead zombies. They didn't have much further to go, if they were quick about it then they should be able to get into the closest building, it looked to be three stories tall, with some hodgepodge of machinery and gears mixed in with the brick workmanship. The whole wasteland seemed an odd mix of things, he saw one zombie that looked like they walked out of the old west complete with an old revolver, others that looked like they were medieval. Strange indeed.

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Holtzmann nodded slowly, looking down at her injury and wincing. Sarah Jane was going to be very angry with her. She followed Sherlock as best she could, limping slowly and holding her hand to the wound. Fresh blood was probably not a great thing to have around here. She had to admit, being in pain put a damper on her good mood.

By the time they reached the building, she felt like she had been running for miles. Blood stained her side and down her leg, leaving her light headed and in a lot of pain. She leaned on the wall immediately, looking around to make sure the room was not filled with more zombies than outside. The only thing worse than fighting off a horde of zombies was doing it in a confined space.

She was glad that this guy seemed familiar enough with the zombies to know she wasn't going to be turning into one, at the very least.

"So," she breathed, trying to distract herself from her injury, "Any idea how to find another one of those portals? I don't suppose there's a button we have to press..."

In a video game, there would be one conveniently waiting after a boss fight of some sort, though that did not sound as fun as it normally would have at the moment.

Though this first room was safe at the moment, there was really no telling what else was inside, or where there might be zombies waiting for them. It was pitch dark, so exploring would be dangerous.
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 Posted: May 7 2017, 07:42 PM
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Sherlock was beyond relieved that they made it to the building, it looked like someone's home, but he couldn't be sure. All that he did know was that there didn't appear to be any type of store front window around the first floor, which was probably a good thing since a lot of glass would be harder to defend against zombies pushing to get in. He glanced over at Jillian, his relief at getting to the building was replaced with his concern for the woman's injuries. The blood was probably not a good thing where they were facing off against the undead that seemed intent on eating the living.

He checked the door, good, it was unlocked, another thing to be relieved about. He opened the door slowly and looked around best he could, but it was quite dark, he hoped that once they got inside their eyes would adjust some, but either way, he wanted to get inside so that at the very least they wouldn't have to worry any longer about the zombies coming at them from the street. He made a bit of noise as he opened the door intentionally so that if there were anything right there inside, it would come at them immediately, when nothing did Sherlock turned to Jillian and offered her his arm, she looked weak and he wasn't sure if she needed the extra help, but the offer was there if she wanted it or not.

"I believe I have at least one torch inside my bag, plus my mobile which I can use as a torch. At least once we are inside, we can shut this door and know that there won't be any zombies coming up from behind, and the door latches, so unless they can figure out how to turn door knobs, we should be ok for the time being."

Once they were in, and the door was closed and locked behind them, Sherlock reached into his bag and pulled out his mobile and the torch he had in the bag. He passed the torch to Jillian, and then turned the mobile on so that he could use that light as a torch. It appeared they were in a long hallway. There were stairs going up straight ahead, a door further down from the stairs on the opposite end of the hallway, and a door to their right, both of which were closed. There was also a chair that had fallen over, and a small end table. There was a thick layer of dust on things, some broken glass where it looked some picture frames had fallen off a wall, the frames scattered around the floor. There was a dead plant in one corner, but beyond that not much in the hallway. He moved a bit and looked up the stairs, another door at the top of the stairs also closed. He put his bag down, as well as the sword, and picked up the chair, setting it upright and making sure it was relatively sturdy enough to sit in.

"It looks like if there is anything else in here with us, that we are safe here for the moment, a good time I believe to take a look at your wound, so why don't you have a seat."

Sherlock focused on rummaging in his bag for his first aid kit. He hoped she didn't need stitches, he was capable of stitching up wounds, but it would be painful, and he knew he had nothing for the pain in his bag. He pulled the kit out and arranged things he would need on the end table next to them. Gauze, check. Antiseptic to clean the wound, check. He figured he'd use a clean t-shirt he had in his bag that he had planned to change into after his work out, it was clean and would work to clean the wound better than anything else he had.

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 Posted: May 13 2017, 06:59 PM
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"You sure you're not Mary Poppins?"

His bag did seem to have a lot of useful things in it, and she was hoping that it was bottomless because she had always wanted to see that. She once toyed with the idea of a pocket dimension that existed almost as a literal pocket. Mostly because she always wanted to bring a lot more with her than was convenient to carry, but one never knew when they would need a proton cannon.

One would be pretty useful right now, for example, but that pocket had been a very bad idea.

"If velociraptors can learn how to turn door knobs, I'm sure zombies could figure it out," Holtzmann breathed. Her jokes were coming fast and furious if only to hide her fear. She had almost gotten used to how much her side hurt, but this brought it to a whole new level. She was breathing heavily, and unevenly, but doing her best to keep calm.

Or get back to calm.

She held on to the light with as tight a grip as she could, sweeping the beam around the room without finding any zombies lurking in the corners. She remembered a movie where someone did the same thing, but had not been as lucky in the result.

"Such the gentleman, thank you," Holtzmann said with a smile, moving to sit as directed. "I bet you pick up dirty old chairs for all the ladies." She watched him as he dug around in the bag, vaguely disappointed that he did not vanish half way inside it. She leaned back in the chair, dancing the light up on the ceiling idly. "This place is crazy. Fun, but I wouldn't want to live here. Think this place is renting as a vacation home?"
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He paused and looked at her, for a moment unsure if her comment about being Mary Poppins had something to do with his accent, since at least the Mary Poppins film he had seen in his realm generally had British accents though he supposed upon finding out stories were real and alive in other realms, perhaps there really was a Mary Poppins flying around in some other realm and maybe she had an American accent for all he knew, but unfortunately retaining details about that child's film hadn't been information he had deemed worthy of taking up space in his head so for the moment it was the only similarity coming to mind.

"Is that a crack because I sound British or something?" He asked passively, focusing more on the tasks at hand than the conversing.

He heard her comment about dinosaurs and opening doors, for a moment he wanted to ask just how she was so sure that velociraptors were able to open doors, had she been to a realm that had dinosaurs. Though he also didn't feel now was the time to inquire as to why she seemed so sure of that fact. Either way, in some ways she had a point, if nothing more than simply because a broken clock could be right twice a day. If the zombies screwed around by the door long enough, one could get lucky.

He didn't feel the need to be thanked, he felt he was just doing what anyone would do in their situation, but just the same, he opted to respond politely.

"You're quite welcome, besides we have a better shot at surviving this together, and in the case these zombies can smell blood, we'll also do well to get you bandaged properly." He went to work doing his best to clean and dress the wound, though he hoped they wouldn't be there long, he knew bite injuries could be bad on a good day with a live person biting you, but there was no telling what filth was in the mouths of the decaying zombies, even if didn't turn her into a zombie, that didn't mean that the wound couldn't get infected and fester without proper treatment at a hospital and antibiotics. "I wish I could give you something for the pain, but I'm afraid I don't. We'll need to keep an eye on this bandage, if it starts bleeding through we'll want to change it."

Once he had the stuff back in his bad, and the waste discarded in a corner of the hallway, since it was all abandoned any way he figured there was no need to be tidy about things, then he figured it was time to properly look around. He found his water bottle and passed it to Jillian, "Here, you should keep hydrated, we should get to a better point than this dark hall, lady's choice, look in one of these rooms on the ground floor first, or go up a floor?"

Jillian Holtzmann

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