That'd sting more if Donnie felt he could believe anything Stu was saying anymore. ...okay, maybe it still hurt just a bit, because the boy still tended to thrive on the feedback of others, and none of this was positive in any way. Yes, he screwed up, he abandoned ship when he saw it sinking but he had only told one person outside of Leo as to what had happened and what followed was beyond his control for how it had mutated.
But he knew Stu was wrong, because he did have friends, and more importantly, he still had his brother. Somewhere.
The turtle drew himself up, but he did look to Billy when the other started to reenter into the conversation, expecting him to jump in on Stu's behalf. His eyes widen as he quickly realized otherwise.
Ohhh that was a lot of blood. Oh this was not a time to be having a dumb-dumb argument with would-be murderers when they were all potentially going to be killed here!
He jumped between them and another lumbering zombie, bashing its head in before kicking it back, turning his tech-bō to thrust its pointier end towards another shambling, groaning body to shove it into another.
"Tourniquet! Find something to tie off his arm, cut off the circulation, slow its spread." Panicking would not help them here, but oh, it was so easy to do but they didn't all need to be panicking or they'd all die here. So Donnie took refuge in cold, solid facts.
"Can't cut it off here, it'll just attract more attention, risk of reinfection high- Stu! Get him out of here!" he shouted over his shoulder, bracing against the loose-limbed swipes of another zombie.
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But he knew Stu was wrong, because he did have friends, and more importantly, he still had his brother. Somewhere.
The turtle drew himself up, but he did look to Billy when the other started to reenter into the conversation, expecting him to jump in on Stu's behalf. His eyes widen as he quickly realized otherwise.
Ohhh that was a lot of blood. Oh this was not a time to be having a dumb-dumb argument with would-be murderers when they were all potentially going to be killed here!
He jumped between them and another lumbering zombie, bashing its head in before kicking it back, turning his tech-bō to thrust its pointier end towards another shambling, groaning body to shove it into another.
"Tourniquet! Find something to tie off his arm, cut off the circulation, slow its spread." Panicking would not help them here, but oh, it was so easy to do but they didn't all need to be panicking or they'd all die here. So Donnie took refuge in cold, solid facts.
"Can't cut it off here, it'll just attract more attention, risk of reinfection high- Stu! Get him out of here!" he shouted over his shoulder, bracing against the loose-limbed swipes of another zombie.