He started to protest when Ichijou moved, but he had a feeling there was no stopping the man once he got going. Gently, he nudged Ichijou's hand away, replacing it with his own and applied a firm amount of pressure to help staunch the bleeding. But...the motion was futile, he knew. He had training to make minor patch jobs out in the field, but he was definitely out of his depth with these ragged, extensive wounds.
When Jamie arrived, Wash spared him a glance, meeting his eyes, but ultimately, he turned away and returned his attention to Ichijou. He didn't care to think of the number of soldiers he'd seen blown apart and torn open by shrapnel, but none, to his memory, had been this calm. Frankly, Wash was impressed. Unfortunately, that emotion didn't help anybody.
He let out a sigh before he spoke. "Those things got you pretty good."
Things, he thought. A part of his rational mind knew just how ridiculous it all was, and the other was still processing what he'd seen. Zombies only existed in stories. It was a fundamental fact in his world that they just weren't real, like ghosts, goblins, and a whole plethora of other fictional creatures. Yet, there they were, and they'd tried to make a meal out of someone before being distracted.
"If the stories are true," he continued, his voice still as level as ever, "then there's a good chance you'll turn into one of those things once you've bled out. But since we're here, there's a good chance you'll come back to life.
"So you have a choice: we can end things now, or, um...the other option." He couldn't bring himself to utter the word "zombie". "I don't know how much time you have left, so you better choose quickly before you lose that ability."
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When Jamie arrived, Wash spared him a glance, meeting his eyes, but ultimately, he turned away and returned his attention to Ichijou. He didn't care to think of the number of soldiers he'd seen blown apart and torn open by shrapnel, but none, to his memory, had been this calm. Frankly, Wash was impressed. Unfortunately, that emotion didn't help anybody.
He let out a sigh before he spoke. "Those things got you pretty good."
Things, he thought. A part of his rational mind knew just how ridiculous it all was, and the other was still processing what he'd seen. Zombies only existed in stories. It was a fundamental fact in his world that they just weren't real, like ghosts, goblins, and a whole plethora of other fictional creatures. Yet, there they were, and they'd tried to make a meal out of someone before being distracted.
"If the stories are true," he continued, his voice still as level as ever, "then there's a good chance you'll turn into one of those things once you've bled out. But since we're here, there's a good chance you'll come back to life.
"So you have a choice: we can end things now, or, um...the other option." He couldn't bring himself to utter the word "zombie". "I don't know how much time you have left, so you better choose quickly before you lose that ability."