Snippet #1492703

P. Newman
Castle Main BLDG, 2nd Floor (F7)

Under a great heap of carrion, Newman struggled to free himself. He hadn't yet approached the thought of his own strength, except for where Taylor's life was concerned, and was surprised at the difficulty he found in using it. The body above him was as wide as it was heavy, so his attempts at rolling the former man off of him took quite long. It was a sensory overload... Newman hadn't confronted a smell like this in... well, ever, he thought. Memory or no memory, I'd never forget this stench... The scent was hard to place as either the man's own intense body odor or the affect of decaying flesh. Newman was beginning to think that he'd never learned the difference.

When the corpse had finally tumbled off of the struggling soldier, Newman began to heave in the slightly fresher surrounding air. He lowered his Browning into it's slew and gained to his feet. The sound of gunfire had passed and this room was silent, as was the corridor. Newman carefully made his way through the door and into the bloody hall, with the echoes of combat still writhing on the floor. "Jesus Christ..." His eyes fell sternly across the ground and to the right, past dead bodies until he could see the women. He didn't speak to them, just visually acknowledged that they were there. Turning to the left, his eyes immediately fell upon Taylor... and his bloodied shoulder.

Newman's reaction was subtle at first. He couldn't tell if the blood was Taylor's own, or more of the same that was caked all over the room. But it was the position, the expression, the entire make-up of the situation that startled him. "H-hey!" With the stumbling atrocities all downed, or mortally wounded in some fashion, Newman found Taylor's injury to be the major concern. He sprinted over, his face dripping sweat and full of panic. "What the hell happened?" Newman moved rather than speaking uselessly. He pulled his shirt up over his nose and knelt down, unfastening his canteen as he did so. First aid maneuvers... What did you look for, shock? Could Taylor even go into shock? A quick but serious glance over the injured man defeated the idea. He's not in shock. Scanning the area once more to ensure their safety, Newman approached the situation the bluntest way possible. "What do I do to help you?"

Individual Movement
Moves into F4