Event Log: Dead Men Walking

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Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Dead Men Walking event!
Where: All around the city
When: September 14th-September 20th
Warnings: Zombies. Walkers. The Infected. Zeds. The undead. Risen.

Everything seems more or less normal in Hadriel on the 14th - at least at first. But wait, who's that over there? Why are they walking so weird? Are they feeling okay? Wow, did they just try to bite you? Oh shit, you might've seen a movie like this before. That was definitely a zombie.

But hey, it's no big deal. A few zombies here and there are pretty easy to avoid, especially when you can outrun them without too much trouble. They're only really dangerous if they're fast or if there are a lot of them, and they sure aren't fast! Only - well, before long, there are a lot of them. You can hardly go outside without running into one, and mobs form quickly. Went out for supplies? Let's hope they didn't follow you - you might get stuck in that shop, mobile corpses pounding on the door. Oh, and don't stand too close to the windows of your house. They'll be more than happy to smash the glass trying to get you.

Don't worry, though! A hard blow to the head will take these zombies out, and you'll be sitting pretty, as long as none of them bite you. None of them bit you... right? Wow, what a relief. We're all glad you're not concealing a life-threatening zombie bite from your friends! Who would do that, anyway? Now if you can manage that until the 20th, you'll be safe and sound as the zombies shamble out of the city. Hopefully you won't be shambling with them.

► This log covers September 14th-September 20th.
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[smited]

[ he's... concerned when he gets cecily's message. but he keeps it under wraps as he jogs to their meeting place, tucked away near sorrow's orchard. as he moves, he sends a quick prayer to the maker and andraste that it's nothing as devastating as the last time people were turning into strange creatures. when he sees his wife, injured, sparking, and bitten, he briefly wonders why exactly they have the most terrible luck.

and then it gets worse. ]

Dead? [ he wants to ask about that, find out what happened to their spymaster, but the bite is the more pressing issue.

cullen sucks in a breath between clenched teeth. he has his sword. he can do it. maker, he doesn't want to, though. how can he put her through that kind of pain? especially since the wound would be life threatening. but when the alternative is letting her turn into a ravenous creature again... ]

Maker forgive me. I'll do it. [ hes going to have nightmares about this for ages. and he has never wanted to kill fear more. ] We'll need something to use as a tourniquet and we will need to get you to a healer. Fast. Do we know of anyone who can deal with the aftermath of an amputation?

[closerift]

Dead. [ Maker, she does not want to talk about this, not even with Cullen. He knows what happened at Redcliffe, must have read in her report that the alternate version of their spymaster had died to give the Herald a chance to change the past. Having seen Leliana die a second time tore her up with a guilt that hurt nearly as much as... everything else. ] It's my fault, we couldn't retreat in time, we were overwhelmed -

[ It would have been her fault no matter what had happened. The members of the Inquisition are her responsibility. They're her family. Letting them be killed like that is... inexcusable.

She'd been punished for trying to stay and fight, but that doesn't ease the weight of the guilt at all. ]

Thank you. [ For not arguing, for everything. She wants to kiss him but doesn't, for fear of spreading any of the infection. Instead, she busies herself with withdrawing her leather belt, slipping it as best she can around her arm, though he'll need to do some of the adjustments. ] After, I'm going to the clinic; I know Doctor Banner; he'll be able to help.

[ If he's still alive. Cecily pauses, breathing hard, looking from her wound up into her husband's face. ]

I'd rather die from this gone wrong anyway. [ If it comes to that. ] And, if it doesn't work, I'll deal with that, too. I'm not going to change again.

[ She can throw herself into the fray as Leliana had. The Inquisitor has less than no intention to become one of those walking corpses. ]

[smited]

[ there's no hiding his wince when she mentions dying again. but he doesn't focus on it, doesn't say anything about it. instead, he unbuckles his belt and reaches out for cecily's arm. time is of the essence, after all. both because of the infection and because if they don't do this soon, he's going to lose his nerve. ]

I'll walk you there once we're--through. [ through skin and muscle and bone and out the other side oh, maker. ]

Do you have anything to bite down on?

[closerift]

[ In turn, she offers him her arm, moving as needed, trying not to think too much about how she imagines it feels to have one's arm cut right through. ]

All right. [ He may need to carry her there, really, depending on what sort of state she's in. At the question, Cecily slips a hand into the pouch at her belt and removes a short length of cloth bandages which she folds up and then bites down on.

The Inquisitor meets his gaze meaningfully, anxiously. Do it. ]