Irish lay on the ground, Rain attending to his shoulder. That bugger of a zombie got the jump on him. He had been scrounging around the department store, looking for a washing machine to block the doors with. Then, out of nowhere, some lady in a business suit bit him on the shoulder. He was thankful that Sig had been with him to assist in the heavy lifting...and pry the woman off of him.
While the mountain of a man was disposing of his assailant, Irish knew he was in danger. Thinking quickly, he reached into his bag and pulled out a bar of soap. "Hasn't failed me yet" he thought to himself. Grimacing, he shoved the bar into the open wound. "This should last me until one of those paramedics can look at it", he joked to Sig. As always, the large man just stood there silently. "Just me luck to be stuck with a mute."
"You're either a genius, or insane" Rain chuckled, finishing off the last stitch in his shoulder. "There appears to be no critical damage, and you've managed to stave off infection. Just be more careful next time. Now lie down for a bit and rest up, you've lost a fair bit of blood."
"Sure thing, doc" Irish replied, leaning back on the linoleum floor.
OOC: Sorry if my posts are not as frequent as in other roleplays...Last week of college semester = too much work. Feel free to use my character if you wish (But nothing that will get me killed....I'm looking at you, Gremlin

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