Desolate Town

[Catharsis]

Light winds swept over the small town of Ginder, catching any piece of debris light enough to be blown over even the slightest bit. Ginder had once been a Historical Monument for its mass production of steel back during the Industrial Revolotion, however now it was nothing more than abandoned buildings and wrecked cars that wouldn't be moving anytime soon. The down was desolate, except for the small group of people who had managed to find a building that had not been affected by the bombs dropped in order to clear the town of the rotten ones. There was only one light in the town that night, and it belonged to Jane and her husband, who had taken to the roof of "Grubbs Grocery". 
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Jane's lantern illuminated the roof, creating the illusion that the trees and buildings surrounding her were dancing around in the night. Behind her, Raime was setting up her and her father's old tent. "Just out of curiousity, how many holes are in that thing by now? I mean, there has to be a few. Seeing that bugs like to come visit me in the middle of the night." she asked, turning around and watching her husband at work. She was glad that they made it back to eachother, but she felt bad that most of the work they did fell back on him because of Jane's right hand. He had diagnosed it as a second degree burn, but Jane knew it had a little infection in it. It seemed to be healing though, since it wasn't hurting as bad as it had been yesterday. She decided it would be best if she kept it wrapped up just in case. It was a little chilly on the roof top, but not to bad. Plus, she was willing to deal with the coldness since it was safer on the roof. 
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She looked down at her bandaged hand and rolled over her losses. First it had been her training facility, Quick Paws, something she had worked her whole life to build, had been set on fire by bandits in the mist of all the insanity caused by the outbreak of walking dead. Then it had been her family, with all the death around her there had been no way to contact them, as they lived out of state. Same thing happened with Raime's parents. So now it was just the couple. It had been a long while since they had seen anyone else besides eachother. At least, anyone else alive. That being said, Jane had lost a lot of her sanity too. She had been accoustomed to the easy life, where she hadn't been fighting for her life, but now malnutrition had begun to set in and her skin was hollowed, but her muscles were stronger than ever from all the physical things she had been doing to survive. 
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@The Mechanist
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[The Mechanist]

Raime worked on setting up the tend, he scratched his head. 'How did this thing go again?? Oh wait that's right!' His memory returning to him; it had been a while since he last set up the tent, probably when he and Jane were barely married..that was nearly 3 years ago. He sighed and continued work, upon hearing his wife's comment he laughed. "You know Hun, I'm not sure, it's amazing how despite all this the insects still survived, would've been nice if the mosquitos died...and didn't come back." He continued, nearly done; Janes shadow shone next to him, he could see that she was examining her hand again. He sighed, "Hun it's ok, I made sure your hand is fine, it'll only take time to heal, the only draw back is that your palm will have scar tissue. It's not so bad, that's some tough tissue you're gonna get, next time you burn it you won't feel it."


He knew, he knew that she didn't like not being able to help, but it didn't matter to him. All he cared about was being with her, whether the world was going to hell or not he couldn't think of anyone else he would rather be with than Jane. He finished up the tent sitting back he exhaled a sigh of relief. "Alright babe it's done." He turned around and sat next to Jane, gently leaning against her.


He remembered his first day back, trying to find her, that fisherman who came back to life, Raime couldn't fathom what were to happen had his colleagues not stepped in when they did. That fisherman lunged at his leg ready to bite when a harpoon entered the side of his skull pinning his once again dead corpse to wooden boards of the pier. He turned to see it was his research assistant, she only came out of the ship to thank him for the research opportunity. Only this time Raime thanked her for saving his life. He hadn't seen her again after that, she insisted on going alone.


@Lonelytaco

 

[WanderingJester]

Laurence Stanton held his flashlight in his mouth as he worked the lock in front of him once over, with one hand on the lock and another wiggling the lockpick in his agile fingers.


The thief had just arrived into town, some backwater dump named Ginder.  The place had been bombed by the retreating military in order to down the undead onslaught from the East Coast, but it looked untouched compared to what he saw back at Cincinnati.  The city was in ruins even before the bandit wars started, and now it was full fledged war zone.  Something was always on fire, and if it wasn't the zombies that tried to kill you, it was the damned gangs roaming around or those self righteous assholes called the Confederation.  They had claimed to be the last law and order of the city, and pretty much ran their districts with such an iron fist Stalin himself might've gotten out of his grave and applauded them.  Still, at least they slit your throat open in front of you, rather than in your sleep.  Phantom took the first ride out of there, but not before earning a few souvenirs across his body, especially a particularly large scar on his back.


At least he managed to keep most of his stuff.  To the untrained eye, they were junk, but in the hands of a professional, they were priceless trade tools.  After another set of "adventures," the hooded thief, with his "recovered" hiking backpack and other stuffs, had made his way into the local storage unit housing.  Clearing the space proved quick and simple.  It was well lit during the day, and the relatively narrow hallways made it so the zombies could only move towards him one at a time.  A stab of the crowbar here, another swing there, and the corpses laid on the ground with their heads bashed open, right where they should be.  Phantom then began to go through the units one by one, intending to seize anything valuable in them.  The sheer number of them took a bit, not to mention the time it required to properly search each one.  Figuring this a good place as any to hole up for the night, he continued his work well after dark, with his trusty hand cranked flashlight in mouth.


A shift here, another jab there, and the lock in his hand clicked open, bringing a satisfying smile to Phantom's face.

 

[Centurion_Aventus]

"Damned lovebirds." Eric grumbled softly. It was a rare thing for him really, but had been growing more and more common. His hands worked tirelessly, sharpening his blade with the whetstone he'd pulled from his backpack's pocket. He'd elected to stay on the top floor of the building that night, letting them have their privacy on the roof. It also, at least in his eyes, allowed him a better chance of getting out alive in case things went south. The likelihood of something bad happening in this small, bombed out hole was unlikely. It wasn't Cincinnati. 

He remembered it all so well, after the first night when that girl came, he'd already made a plan. He would've headed back home, down south. It was a foolproof plan in his mind. He would travel down all the little back roads and be safe, and he'd even started to go through with his plan; but what he hadn't anticipated was the swarms of undead coming from the gridlocked highways. He was forced back north, and into the city. It was there that he'd seen the depravity of the bandit wars. Rape. Murder. Theft. It was all apparent and it was all sickening. The first chance he'd got, he'd booked his way out of there, slicing and shooting when he couldn't run. 

"There. That should be good." He said quite simply, slowly sheathing, and setting his saber aside. He then focused on food. He was a bit hungry and knew the other's probably were as well. He set about searching the small apartement for things that could be edible. "Jackpot! There are canned peaches!" Exclaiming happily, he grabbed the large can and raced out into the flight of stairs.

The door burst open a bit, onto the rooftop, and Eric's familiar head popped out; his sandy blond locks pulled back into a manbun. "Guys! Who want's peaches!?"

 

[Catharsis]

"Yeah, I know. It's just been itchy lately." she responded, pulling at the bandage a bit. She felt the need to stretch out her fingers, but couldn't since the bandage was so tight around them. 
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She turned to observe the tent, seeing to it that Raime had set it up correctly. Seeing that it at least looked okay, Jane allowed Raime to lean into her. The buzzing of mosquitos was the only sound she could hear aside from Raime's breathing, and she preffered it that way. Quiet nights were the best type of nights after all, and it meant they were safe.
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She allowed the moment to sink in for a while before she lightly nudged him off of her, leaning foawrd and pulling her "camping bag" towards her. "We should probably finish the set up for the night, then call Eric up and see if he'd like to hang with us in the tent for the night so we can block off the stairs below til morning. I'd prefer him up here with us, if I'm being honest." she noted outloud, rummaging through her bag with her good hand. Inside, there were 3 blankets, a 6 pack of long lighters, 2 thermoses, a back up lantern, and a skinning knife. She pulled out the folded blankets and set them in Raime's lap, along with the second lantern. Right as she did so, Eric's voice echoed from behind her. "I'm game." she yelled back, turning to see the younger boy coming up to the roof. 
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Sometimes she forgot Eric even existed, but other times she couldn't forget it. He was the only person her and Raime had met since things went to shit that didn't pose as a threat to them. He was a big help sometimes, but not very often. If anything he was just another person to worry about. Jane cared a lot about Eric, sometimes even more than herself, but it was the same withe Raime. "Since your up here, are you staying or going back down? I'd like to block off the doors leading up here if you're staying, that way we don't have any unexpected visitors during the night." She added, feeling goosebumps coming on. Jane wasn't being paranoid either, it could happen. Even in a shit townlike this, there were always scaevengers. Scavengers who didn't care about anyone elses survival but their own. 
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@The Mechanist @Centurion_Aventus
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[Centurion_Aventus]

"Well...." He trailed off, stepping up onto the roof. The can of peaches was large. Industrial sized. It would certainly feed all three of them. "I suppose. I was planning to let you two have a bit of privacy, seeing as how I'm always with y'all but...I don't see why not. I've set up a few bear traps from that old hunting store across the street, so we should be good."

He moved over by them, and set down the large can, looking both of them over. "I'm going to go get my things, and I'll be right back." Was all he said before he was gone again. He'd gathered up his saber, and rifle, and pack; hastily, he through a few personal belonging in there, and was soon back up on the roof with the door closed. Out in the street, a few undead could be seen, but no where near enough to be a real threat. 

"If either of y'all need me to look over your weapons, I can." He stated quite simply as he went about setting his own sleeping bag up, his back to them. His southern accent came out a little when he was nervous about things. It was the open spaces and the distance to the ground. He actually enjoyed their company, and tried to help when he could, but also didn't want to get in their way if he could help it.

@Lonelytaco @The Mechanist

 

[The Mechanist]

Raime nodded, "I won't be sleeping much tonight. I'm gonna keep watch." He got up and stretched his legs, soon Eric's voice came out from behind, "yeah I'll take some, the both of you eat up first, I'll eat last." Raime was hungry, but it was easy for him to stave off his hunger by eating insects if he had to. Not his particular favorite snack but he didn't want to subjugate Jane and Eric into doing so. "I'm not sure if it's good thing the fire escape had collapsed during the bombing. Only one thing to block but it isn't exactly the perfect exit." Raime had been on the lookout for any sport shops so he could take hiking or mountain climbing equipment; nothing to be found unfortunately. He sighed and peered over the edge, a few shamblers waddling their way through the streets. "You poor souls..." Raime felt for them he really did, but nothing could be done other than to put them down. Without turning he spoke to Eric, "kid it's preferable that you stay up here. I appreciate you giving me and Jane our alone time, for that you have my thanks." He continued to look over, it was dark, only going to get darker. He inhaled and exhaled loudly, "I'll get to work on barricading the door." He turned towards the door closing it, grabbing a nearby metal pipe he wedged that into the door knob and the ground. Giving the door a hard tug the pipe bit the ground, "there nice and secure, no other way up, plenty of ways down if you're creative enough." Turning he sat and leaned against what used to be a functioning AC, deciding that it was gonna be his guard post.


@Lonelytaco @Centurion_Aventus

 

[WanderingJester]

Stanton drew his glock at the source of the noise, despite knowing that there was only one round in it.  He was left with it like that, and since he couldn't find any more bullets since, left the solitary munition in the gun's chamber.


The thief had been going through the compartment he had just unlocked when a bang occurred, followed by some noise.  Swearing that it was yelling, Phantom aimed the gun at the door, despite not having much cover inside himself.  Slowly, he pulled the flashlight out of his mouth and turned it off.  Allowing his eyes to adjust to the dark for a few seconds before creeping out of the compartment, he kept his gun trained still on the hallway outside.  Slowly, he went over to the closest place in the storage store to where he thought the noise came from.  Peeking out from the broken windows, Phantom spotted a light from the grocery store's roof just a few buildings over.  Given how sounds traveled, the thief could already see the undead turning and beginning their shuffle over from where the storage unit's street was.


Well, sucks to be them.  The thief went back to the compartment where he was at before, putting the gun back in his pant's rear waistband after switching the safety on.  He clicked the light back on with his flashlight and rolled his shoulder a bit, loosening it up after having the crowbar hang off of its backpack strap for a bit.  The thief continued his search through the abandoned goods.  Cracking a box open, he looked down as something reflected the light back at his eyes.  Phantom reached in and pulled out a knife, looking to be in good condition too.  What's more, it had knuckle protection along the metal hilt, allowing someone to keep good grip on it, as well as doubling as a pair of brass knuckles. (It's an antique WWI trench spike)  Letting out a quiet whistle, Stanton fished around and came out with a sheath for the knife as well, before carefully going through the rest of the stuff, picking out what looked valuable, and moving on to the next unit.


The haul had been good to him so far.  Not a lot of food, but a lot of other stuff that can help with that.  Some clothes were found too, as well as a map of the area.  With the knife, that made the trip well worth the effort.  Now if he can just find that one door that held some munitions.  This would be a lot easier back in Tennessee, where every street had that country "gun enthusiast" with a personal collection that could rival the local police department.  He wasn't so sure about how they do things in Indiana though.

 

[Centurion_Aventus]

Eric finished his set up, and looked afar from the rooftop. He was going to get lost in his thoughts again, as to distract himself. Their paths had taken them to the top of this apartment building, all around them were streets of shops and stores. Most were burned out, broken, destroyed. There were a few choice spots, places that weren't completely wrecked, but they were filthy, quarantined and covered with hazard plastic. Awful, unsightly places that were probably crawling with undead. That being said, if they'd risk it, there may be some good things there. Eric, however, was a good bit wary of those places.

A small horde had been forming from their little exchange, about ten or so undead, a paltry sum; but they were still just as dangerous. He internally cursed himself for yelling. It's just been so long since they'd had anything good to eat. "I would prefer if you didn't call me 'kid', thank you. I'm not child." His words having a bit of a biting tone to them as he kept looking over the edge.

 

[Catharsis]

Jane listened to the exchange between her husband and Eric, biting her lip. 
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"We don't mind you being up here with us, Eric. We're  alone together too often if you ask me." She said with a shrug, winking. It was true though, Raime and her had been together nonstop for a very long time, and sometimes Jane felt the need to socialize with someone else besides him. She would've gone mad if Eric hadn't been around to take away from some of their time together. Seeing that Raime was moving to secure the door, she stood as well. Gathering the blankets, she unzipped the tent and threw them all inside. It used to be that there was one blanket for the ground beneath them, one for Raime, and one for Jane, but now Eric needed one. Jane didn't mind either, one blanket for a little bit more company wasn't a huge price to pay. 
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"All I have is a lawn mover blade, but sure. You can look it over if you'd like." she said, straightening out her back. Jane had two bags, one with her camping gear, the other with her supplies. Needless to say, her supply bag was pretty empty. She fasted about four times a week, but somehow the food always ran out quicker than the group could find it. Jane looked back up at Eric,  "What do you think about holding on to this spot for a day or two more, and using that time to hunt down some more food? I don't know about you, but I'm down to one can.". It sounded like a good idea to her, and hopefully everyone else would agree. After all, the roof seemed to be a pretty solid housing oppurtunity to her. At least for the time being. 
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A soft breeze blew at her blonde hair, tearing it away from her face violently. It really was beginning to get cold out, and that couldn't possibly be a good thing in her situation. She decided it would be best to get a head start on finding some winter clothing. Even if it took up space, it would be worth it in the long run. 
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@Centurion_Aventus @The Mechanist
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[WanderingJester]

Stanton pulled the last door open and took a look around.


After his watch told the thief it was midnight, he decided to call it in.  Phantom took a few cardboard boxes, folded them up and made himself a bed near the busted part of the storage unit store.  The open air help circulation, and the exposed wall to the rooftop made a quick escape possible should the undead or anyone else tried to sneak up on him.  Stacking more than a few bobbles up along the hallways that would reach him, the thief settled in for the night.  They were for alerting rather than defending, as anyone not careful enough would knock the stacks over, making enough noise for him to wake and quickly make his way out of there.  Phantom needn't worry though: no one tried to kill him that night, nor did he attracted any zombies from where he was.  When the sun finally rose, the light woke him from one of the few dreamless sleep he had recently.


Now Phantom looked around the last compartment of the storage units.  He sighed.  Looked like it used to belong to one of those "Prepper" as well.  Empty racks and boxes were all that's left behind, at least from what he saw.  Phantom shuffled through the boxes carefully though.  Just when he was about to give up, he gave a lift to the last box.  It was a smaller box, and didn't look all that valuable.  Surprised by its weight, the thief quickly cut the thing open.  A smile reached his face.  Inside were neatly piled canned beans.  While it wasn't the most nutritious, the thief quickly pulled out the knife he got the night before, and stabbed into one of them.  Cutting the top off, he eagerly poured some into his mouth.  Finishing it for breakfast, he piled the remaining cans, six in all, into his backpack, along with other stuff, before taking a swig of water from his canteen.


So, no bullets, but still very good find overall.  Phantom went back to the place where he spotted that light earlier.  There, on the top of the grocery store, something poked out from the roof.  He couldn't tell what it was though.  Some walkers also congregated underneath it, though it seemed they haven't made their way up or bothered the people there yet.  Still, best give the area a wide berth.  If it turns into a crapstorm, Phantom want to stay as far away from there as possible, preferably with several escape routes available to him as well.

 

[The Mechanist]

   Raime continued to sit by the door, upon hearing Eric's offer to look over his weapon he only shook his head. "It's ok, I know my knife like the back of my hand." Which was true, he had that knife for years. It was a gift from Jane when he first had to leave on a research vessel, she gave it to him just in case an overzealous shark wanted to take a bite out of it. He's never had to use it once on a shark, on the undead though, now that's a different story.


   He got up and approached Jane and Eric, "we should probably eat up soon, what ever we don't finish we'll store for later." He sat down on the ground, his supplies weren't anything extraordinary, he handled all the medical supplies seeing as how he was the only one really qualified for it. All of his biological training gave him enough knowledge to administer basic first aid, and his PADI certification helps add on to that. Alonne nodded his head to Jane's question, "I think it's a good idea, but we may need to clear out some of the undead in this area, or figure out a way to lure them somewhere else."


The cold air nipped at the back of his neck, the season was changing, and his clothes were somewhat warm but he wouldn't be able to rely on his navy blue labcoat to keep him warm, he would need something thicker eventually.


@Lonelytaco @Centurion_Aventus

 

[Centurion_Aventus]

"You're right. Very right, indeed." That was all he said as he was opening the large can of peaches. There needed to be some way of doing this. A distraction! That was the key. That is surely what they needed. 


"Alright." He said as he took the lid off of the can and offered it over to them first. "I'll be a distraction. First thing in the morning, I'll pop a few shots off at them, and then I'll lure them away. Hopefully to a bottleneck where I can deal with them one at a time, but if not, then just away from here." 


Someone had to do it. He understood that much, and while he wasn't keen on the idea, it made the most practical sense to him. Those two were faster than him and were much better at spotting things than him. He was better at close quarters combat. It only made logical sense.

 

[WanderingJester]

Stanton gave one last look around.  He had packed everything he wanted from the storage units.


On one hand, the thief had hoped to get some bullets for his glock.  At least enough to fill up the empty clip currently in his gun.  Unfortunately, that was not meant to be.  The only compartment even remotely resembling an armory was cleaned out.  On the other hand though, a new trench knife, map of the area and some cans of food made the disappointment tolerable.  Phantom walked outside, before taking a look around.  The streets seemed clear to him at the very least, and what walkers in the area were clustered at the grocery store nearby.  The thief didn't know whether or not whether the people on the rooftops still attracted them, or that the undead just lost interest and didn't wander off from that location.  To be honest, he didn't care very much either; so long as the shuffling bastard were in the other direction and not where he was.


Prowling on to the street, Phantom began to sneak away from the center.  There might be a lot of shops in the area, but he didn't spot a single gun store in town.  Since he already stacked up on enough food and supplies, it was time to leave.  The thief snuck from corner to corner, always keeping an eye out for a random zombie that might try to grab him, or tell tale signs of hostile humans nearby.  It took time to be careful, but pretty soon he was out of the town, and began making his way west.  If he could he would bypass Indianapolis completely.  After that experience in Cincinnati, Phantom wasn't looking forward to plunging headlong into another urban jungle once more.

 

[Catharsis]

Jane grabbed the can away from Eric, using her finger to scoop up a little bit. Her eyes widened a bit at Eric's proposal, and she gulped down her peaches quickly before putting her say in. "You don't have to do that, Eric." she said, handing the peaches over to Raime. Jane disliked the idea of Eric playing as a distraction. The possibilities of him getting bitten were even higher when he was TRYING to be close to the walkers, and Jane didn't want to take any risks. She looked out of the open city, taking in every single building around them. Maybe, if Eric could limit the walker's range down to one place it would make it easier, and less of a risk. He could lead the walkers over to one of the other buildings and head to the top, but jump over to a nearby one. Walkers didn't care about common sense, so if there was something up on the first builing makingnoise, they would attempt to get to it at all costs. 
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"How many Walkers do you think we've drawn over so far?" she asked, gesturing down to the city below. The group would need a little time to seek out two buildings that were suitable for the plan Jane was coming up with, but other than that  Jane saw no problem with her plan. Except, they didn't have anything to make noise. She decided not to keep quiet about her plan, and spoke up, "If we could draw the walkers to one building alone, then maybe Eric could lead them on and leave some sort of distraction. Afterwards Eric could jump to the roof of another building, that is, if we can find two building that close to eachother. Then maybe you could block off the exit to the firs building with all the Walkers, which would conceal them. Stragglers aren't a problem.". She hoped it was a good plan, as she wanted Eric to be able to join her and Raime at finding supplies for them to move on to the next town, wherever that may be. Jane had dreams of civilization, like before. Not just bullshitting her way through life and acting like everything would be okay when it certainly isn't. There had to be more survivors out there besides the three in the group, and they could help. They WOULD help.
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Her mind drifted back to her old life. Her and Raime had 4 dogs, 2 cats, 2 horses, numberous chickens, sheep, a snake, and even fostered a fawn for a local wild life organization. She missed it all. She missed the excitment of coming home to all the dogs as they rushed up around her feet, and she missed the companionship they offered. In fact, if Jane could wish for anything, she would wish for her dog, Skye. Skye had been a graduation gift from her parents when she entered Starmark academy. The dog had only been 3 months old upon entry to the college, but Starmark helped make up for the puppy'sloss time. Everyday, for eight hours, Skye was Jane's partner in training. Skye was trained in everything from obedience to special needs assitance, and Jane grew with the dog. Even after Starmark, her and Skye continued to work together. They went to International Agility Championships together, and prospered. Skye was what the judges called "A million dollar dog", but even with such a high price on the dog's head, that didn't stop the cancer from sinking into Skye's bones. It took two years to take her, but Skye was only five years old when she died. Sometimes, even in all the chaos, Jane still missed her best friend. 
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@The Mechanist @Centurion_Aventus
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[The Mechanist]

Raime ate scooped out a peach, not exactly his favorite fruit but he couldn't afford to be picky. He missed the fruits from back home, yuccas, oranges, the special valley lemon that was only native to the southern area that is the valley in Texas, agave, and his the figs his grandmother would grow. He really did miss home, which was odd since at his youth he wanted nothing than to get away.


   He coughed at hearing Eric's plan, "that's a negatory, we can't in good conscience let you risk your life like that, I say we go with Jane's plan. Maybe we can take a horn out of a car or something hook it up to its battery and just have it blaring in a far off building...if we can find a functioning battery that is." Raime handed the can back over to Eric and peered down, "doesn't look like too much, honestly If we can't distract them the plan b would be to just thin out the herd, they're all really slow too. Some of them look like they barely even survived the bombing...."


  He looked around the city, buildings torn down to their steel beam skeletons, small businesses turned to rubble. It was quite the sight in a weird sense. How civilizations could just be torn down in an instant, a quick flash from a bomb and it's all gone. The worst part was, their plan didn't even work as evident by the shamblers below. No surprise thier, if Raime's learned one thing it's that the government over estimates itself in situations like this, and now everyone pays for their arrogance.


  The cold air came back once, he gave a slight shiver and another cough, the air was too dry, he would need to wear his mask again. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a cloth and wrapped it around his face, being out at sea had made him dependant on the moist air it provided, but now it's been a while and he hasn't shed his sea legs just yet. He turned and coughed once more, "we need to come up with a plan, one that doesn't require you to go out of your way to an extreme." He was referring to Eric at this point, "we need a way to make a lot of noise that doesn't actually require us to physically be there. My car horn idea is still on the table but chances are there isn't a car battery anywhere...unless we find an auto parts store that is."


@Lonelytaco @Centurion_Aventus

 

[Centurion_Aventus]

He scooped out a peach as well, starting to nibble on a fruit. "I think there was an autozone a few streets back. We could also maybe make multiple distactions, allow each of us to pull off a chunk of the herd to deal with." Honestly,  both of his partners plans were quite plausible and the far safer options.  He thought Jane's plan would be a lot easier to do with the resources at hand. 


"I think Jane's is good." He nodded a bit. Civilization.  Funny word. It brought funny thoughts to his mind.  So much he missed. So many he missed. A prospect of a life. A time when people could live happy and free again. A dream. A dream he wanted dearly.


The cool air blew into his jacket and he shivered as well. "Hm...what about there? I mean...the distance is only fifteen feet lower or so." He pointed off handedly to a practicalily gutted apartment building and a bank just lower than it. His sharp green eyes turning to look at the duo as he wished for their input.

 

[Catharsis]

Jane listened to everyone else's input and nodded. She examined the building that Eric had pointed out and nodded, "That looks just fine, but if we're going to use this building then we need to hide our supplies somweher else where they'll be easier to retrieve later. We have no idea how many walkers are gonna show up here, and I personally don't want to arrange a suicide mission trying to retreive our things." she said, slipping into the tent and sitting down inside while she talked. She was getting eaten up my mosquitos, and was making an attempt to lure everyone into the tent for the night so she could close it, and lock the bugs outside. "I wouldn't mind taking a chunk as long as we met up immeidately after. I don't feel good not knowing if you two are okay for that long." she added, looking up at the two seriously. 
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Firecrackers would be the ideal noise maker, but Jane knew that things like that weren't easy to find. Especially in a bombed town like this one. She had encountered many towns in the past few weeks, but this one was by far the more wrecked than any of the others. She thought about bombs everyday now it seemed, and maybe that was because she had suffered so much from one. Death was very close to touching her, and she was lucky to have made it out with just a infected hand. 
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Finally having had enough of the bugs, Jane spoke up. "Guys please take off your shoes and come in for the night. These bugs are getting ridiculous" she said, groaning a bit and swatting at a mosquito that has just landed on her leg.
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[The Mechanist]

Raime nodded, "tomorrow we'll plan accordingly then. Find a viable distraction source, and get our materials." He wanted to use a more far away building but you gotta with what ya got. He continued to look over the demolished city, he couldn't help but peer into it. It's almost as if he could hear the city call out to him, begging for his help. But nothing can be done, this place with rot away and become one with the earth sooner or later. He yawned and nodded to Jane's request, "alright Hun scoot over then, we gotta make room for the kid." He crawled in, getting behind Jane and just sitting there. He hadn't been in this tent in a long time, it was years ago really that he was last in it.


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In the interest of keeping the RP going the character owned by Centurion_Aventus woke up late in the night and wandered out of the tent without disturbing the others too much in order to go take a piss. In his sleepy and partially unaware state he was jumped, knocked out, and kidnapped. The character is neither dead nor seriously harmed. Morning will arrive with Eric having never returned.

 

 

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"Ezel." Came a soft voice, cooing him gently. Ezel looks around the darkness of some sort of room, he couldn't remember how he got here, or where he was. He extends his hand yet touches nothing but the icy cold darkness in front of him. He takes a careful step, feeling the firm ground below his foot, he begins to walk forward, carefully. "Ezel." Came the familiar voice again, he turns around, "W-what?" he asks softly, confused. "Ezel." The voice came louder, it was behind him again. The young man turns around quickly, yet there is nothing but darkness. "C-chrissy. Where are you?" Silence. Until the familiar voice breaks the silence, and what she says chills his blood to his core. "You left me to die, Ezel." Terror grips the young man, "N-no! No i didn't!" He stumbles forwards as if he was begin pushed. "Stop looking for me Ezel, You left me." Ezel whips around again, and is suddenly still. Chrissy stands in front of him, yet her back is turned. He doesn't notice her torn and bloody clothes. He reaches out to touch her shoulder, when he hears the familiar growl. His hand rests on her cold shoulder gently, and he feels her stiff body creak as she turns around. Her eyes are full of pure terror, her neck drips with blood. "Run, Ezel." she whispers. Foolishly, Eel touches her injuries, wiping the blood away to see the horrific bite. Suddenly, Chrissy is different, and she lunges toward her brother.
Ezel stumbles backwards, and feels the ground below him vaporize into nothingness. He begins to free fall, he turns over onto his belly, and braces to fall into the massive horde of zombies below himself. Arms outstretched and bloody jaws snapping like animals. He feels them touch his falling body.
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Ezel lurches forward, nearly hitting his head on the roof of the car he had slept in for the night. Pinky jumps up quickly as well, her ears perks and watching Ezel carefully. The young man gently rubs his damp face, his body extremely cold yet dripping with sweat. He looks towards Pinky and strokes her soft ears gently, before looking towards the windows. They were all fogged up, and he carefully wipes the window, and peers through it. No zombies, and sun was just beginning to rise. Silently, Ezel opens his backpack and pulls out a can of peaches and a can of soft dog food. He opens the driver side door, before getting out and opening the back passenger door, to let Pinky out. The young canine wanders a tad, yet she knows not to stray too far. She does her business, before hurrying back to Ezel, who is sitting in the driver seat, the door open and his feet on the ground. "Are you hungry too?" He asks softly, before swallowing the slice of peach in his mouth. He pulls out the bent and slightly dirty paper plate from his backpack. He dumps the can of dog food on the plate before placing it on the ground for Pinky, who happily begins to scarf it down, to no surprise. Ezel yawns, and the two silently eat. Listening for any sound that would alarm them.
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After a bit, Ezel tosses his empty can, and pulls out a water bottle. He dumps some water into the paper plate,e before drinking some himself. Once they were both finished, he shakes the drops of water off the plate and places it back into his bag, as well as the water bottle. The young man pulls a cigarette out of the pack he found a night before when he raided a rather empty seven eleven. It takes a few times, but his lighter finally gives him just enough flame to light it. He exhales the smoke, slinging his backpack over his shoulder, before getting out of the car and beginning to walk. He hadn't seen people for days now, and the ones he had seen were either zombies or about to be. Not knowing where he is, or where he should go he decides he should probably get up somewhere high.
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He finds a decently tall building that is surprisingly not harmed, compared to the other buildings that is. He carefully begins to climb the stairs, as quiet as possible. He listens for anything that could be dangerous, or trying to sneak around like him.
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[Catharsis]

Light shattered throughout the tent, illuminating Raime's face beside her. It was apparent that Eric had already wandered off, so she didn't hesitate to be a little touchy with him. She put a hand on his cheek and gave him a light kiss, wrapping her arms around him. Jane buried her face in her husband's chest, and closed her eyes. Their new life had been rough on them, but it's not like Jane would ever leave him. She didn't need to and she didn't want to. She allowed herself to rest a little bit longer before pulling away, and giving Raime a small nudge. "Hey, it's time to get up hun." she said, beginning to fold her blanket. Tonight had been the first time in ages that she had slept soundly through the night, and she was feeling refreshed and ready to get the day going. Not waiting for Raime to get up, she slid out of the tent, adjusting her tank-top so that it covered her belly a little better. She had been expecting to see Eric sitting on the roof near the door, but he wasn't there, and that was a little alarming to Jane. She looked around the large roof one more time before putting the idea that he was unsafe to rest. After all, Eric wandered off all the time.
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She leaned back into the tent and dragged her backpack outside. She dug around for a moment before grabbing a can of brown beans and a lighter, which she had found yesterday. She used Raime's knife to pry the metal can open and hovered the lighter under the can, stirring with her finger every now and then to make sure the beans were cooking through.
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Soon, they were warm enough for Jane to feel comfortable eating. She used her fingers to scoop some out to eat, and did it three more times before putting the can down. She had to save some for Eric and Raime, and she knew if she didn't stop now then she would continue on to eat the whole can. They didn't have enough food to be greedy, they all knew that too. Her stomach grumbled, releasing her from her thoughts. She probably wouldn't eat again unless they discovered at least three more cans today. "Raime, here are some beans if you want them. I'm gonna go find Eric." she yelled, standing up and starting towards the doors that led down into the building below.
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[The Mechanist]

Raime had woken up upon feeling Jane's kiss, but he only pretended to be asleep after that, we'll sort of anyways. He was merely "resting his eyes," upon hearing Jane exclaim that she was gonna go find Eric he jumped out objecting. "Not alone you're not!" He crawled out, adjusting his clothes he stretched, yawning. "Oh hey some beans!" He began to eat some, leaving enough behind for Eric. He replaced his knife upon his belt and walked over to Jane. "Alright now we can go find him, I'm sure he's probably just scavenging or using the can or something." Raime walked over to the door, slowly opening it.

 

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This thread is now locked for inactivity. At this point, you are now clear to remove your character from the situation and join or make another group if you've been stuck. If you disagree with this course of action the verdict may still be debated.


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