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modestman ([personal profile] modestman) wrote in [community profile] weathertop 2013-04-05 04:31 am (UTC)

No really though, you've got this Jack. You...you don't have this. Alright.

Sinclair watches as Jack trips over himself into the wall, oblivious to everything but his pain. With which Sinclair sympathizes, and while he wishes his priority could be to find Jack a med kit ASAP, the danger's not done here.

The final splicer cackles delightedly, taunting Jack in a sing song voice. And as she approaches him, Sinclair takes a deep breath, steps out from around the corner

and unloads the canister of napalm. It's a lot harder to miss when you can see the entire path your ammo is traveling.

The houdini splicer lets out an ear splitting scream before something final happens and she shuts up forever. Her crisp corpse lies still on the ground, and Sinclair thinks if he kicked it, it might turn to ashes.

...Maybe later.

For now, Jack isn't really looking so good.

He drops the chemical thrower by the wall and kneels beside him.

"You good to walk, or do you want me to find you a kit?"

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