Missara had a deap cut in her leg that was caused by being pushed down amongst rubble. For not having much swing she had knocked off the jaw of one infected but then soon after had lost her pan and was now only wielding her scalpel.
The cut in her leg was hurting, very badly. Before the explosion she had crawled into the bottom cabinet, door slightly ajar to let in light and she inspected the wound. Great, the world was coming to an end and instead of dying instantly she would die of a long drawn out fever induced by a CUT....how ironic.
Grabbing a washcloth she pressed it on the wound and grimaced.
*~Purple Moonlight Haze~*
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