Realistic or Modern Patient Zero (A Zombie Survival RP)

[TheTreForce]

Ray Childress: The Lodge

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Ray corrected his sloppy attempt at alerting them of the situation, "My apologies, there are seven of the living corpses. From what I saw at least... I didn't stick around long enough to see if there were more of em coming." He glanced around at their small party of four. The other guy seemed confident about the situation and that brought a little light, but the other two ladies didn't seem ready at all. One of them looked so scared that Ray could almost see her visibly shaking, and the other girl seemed to have suffered an injury to her foot or ankle, preventing her from putting any weight on it. At the man's recommendation, Ray sprung to and scoured the living room for a weapon he could use. One look towards the back door provided Ray with an answer. He cracked it open and grabbed a shovel that leaned against the wall on the outside. Only about a minute had passed, but every second counted now. By the time Ray returned to the group to discuss what further to do, the younger man took off out the front door. "Holler if you need us." Ray assured the ladies and went out after Luca.

He hoped this man knew how to fight, because seven of these creatures could swarm them pretty fast. They may be slow, but they made up for it in numbers and their relentless nature. Something about this guy seemed off to Ray though. He seemed oddly comfortable with springing to action to dispose of some reanimated creatures. He had a disposition like he was used to fighting, and he didn't seem like the police or military type. Odd as he was to Ray, this kind of attitude could prove useful to the group. As long as he wasn't too reckless and kept his wits about him. "I think we should avoid direct contact initially, if it looks like they'll pass the cabin. If it can't be helped, we could try to split em up somehow, or team up to take em out one at a time. The problem with confronting them is I don't know if there won't be more than seven.. What's your call?"

Brax

 

[BloodThunder27]

Shinoa Bradford
Age: 17
Location: Home (Suburbs)
Interactions: Doctor Fisher The Mad Queen

Pregnancy Progression: 39 Weeks, 1 Day

Countdown to Childbirth

Home Sweet Home... As they had gotten to the Apartment Complex, Shinoa started feeling a little nervous, mainly because she didn't know the whereabouts of her Grandmother. The silence that approached them both was rather deafening. After he had checked the area to ensure that it was clear, the Doctor proceeded to help the young mother out of the vehicle, which she was grateful for. If she hadn't opened the door for him, they'd both probably be dead if not already reanimated as zombies, the thought of which Shinoa still shuttered at. Looking down at her belly, she frowned a little, worried about her child who was soon to come. If the world was already overrun with these things, which she certainly hoped not, Shinoa was worried about the type of world her child would have to grow up in. Sighing, she waited patiently for him to check the rest of the area leading up to her Apartment. As they moved, she stuck by him to ensure her safety. Clutching her purse, as it had the sidearm within, Shinoa kept an eye out behind them to ensure that they were not being followed.

As it became more and more clear, it wouldn't be long until they made it to her apartment. Upon opening the door, the teen was greeted by silence, which made her want to cry as she was used to being greeted by her loving grandmother. After Doctor Fisher had entered the apartment along with her, Shinoa closed the door quietly so that she wouldn't give away their location. After locking the door with the bolts, she proceeded to turn off every last light source and close all the blinds to ensure that they avoid detection, whether it be the infected or the Hazmat Soldiers that they have yet to encounter since the shooting at the school, which was probably crawling with the infected by now.

Now that she was home, Shinoa decided to go freshen up briefly in the shower as she felt sticky, grimy and gross. Afterwards, she exchanged her dress for a Black Floral Robe. Up next was packing clothes as they were most likely going to be traveling away from the city soon, but first...the young mother wanted to rest. As she approached the couch, she felt a sharp pain in her belly; another contraction, her first of the day...surprisingly. "Ow!" She winced in pain as she placed her hand on the couch to keep herself from falling, the other hand on the hurting belly as she looked down at it. "Please sweetie, just six more days, Mommy's not in the best position to have you right now..." She pleaded, not wanting to go into labor as the timing was just awful.

 

[Liezarria]

Rouge: she's not suicidal but if someone put a gun to her she wouldn't really stop them without cause. also, shes really freakin tired.

It was a bit concerning as Milly ran around the corner out of sight. It was even more unsettling when she gave away that there were more people other than her. That aside, Rouge didn’t feel much of an urge to panic. The other survivors sounded like they weren't hazmats. From around jennas legs, she caught a glimpse at the survivors.


“.....”


Rogue frowned as she sat crisscrossed. Though she was aware that guns were lethal, it never crossed her mind that the people with the guns were dangerous. No, she wasn’t thinking that they were good people and that everything would be sunshine and rainbows….it was more like the thought just never occurred to her….or any other thought for that matter. She had gone back to her neutral state of simply observing everyone seeing as her body was practically a hindrance at the moment - maybe stretching can help? - and that Jenna had put herself to the very frontline distracting them from herself and the rest of the group.


At the current moment she couldn’t move the fingers in her left arm from the wound, and even if the group did rain bullets on them Rouge was too exhausted to stand up let alone run. So she supposes that she’ll just die along with Jenna if the situation arises.


Rouge leaned back to the side of the bed and just watched the events unfold through a lidded gaze. If she dies then hopefully she’ll see something interesting right before.


At Jennas joke Rouge managed to crack a tired smile before falling back to neutral.


At least she thought it was a joke?

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right?

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Maybe not?


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So…….


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…...Jennas gay?




Maj Rumble Fish @The Mad Queen

King Vioogra Mackenzie wise

 

[Maj]

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There was something off about the girl, while she was obviously young she seemed somehow more innocent and scared than she should be for her size. It was almost as if she was a child trapped in a larger body. Owen gave her another smile, and crouched down so they were eye level. He waved his hands in a dismissive way.

“Are your friends in there?” He asked gently. “We won't hurt them. I Promise.” His voice was low and soothing, much like he used to speak to Andy when she was small and afraid. Now his sister would likely punch him for trying to comfort her, but this was someone who was obviously in need of a few soothing words.

“I’m going to go with my friend in there. Would you like to walk with me?” He didn’t reach out for the girl but nodded toward the door as a gesture that she was free to do as she liked. He wouldn’t stray far though, that poor girl shouldn’t be braving the horrors alone. The male hoped that the girl’s mother was in there, because the idea that she had witnessed the sort of horrors they had dampened his spirits.

Everything had changed so fast.

The world seemed almost lost, although it was all he knew to just keep his eye on the horizon and keep moving. He hadn’t even really had time to mourn the news that his own mother had been taken by the chaos yesterday. It was jarring to be told that by a stranger who knew nothing about her, nothing about him or Andy. The nurse at the school couldn’t even tell him that his mother died, only that there were no survivors. Andy had made it out alive thanks to Luca. He supposed it was entirely possible that somehow his mother had too, there was no way to know without going to the hospital himself. By the way Andy talked about it, that was a death wish. If the hazmat soldiers had attacked there too he was sure it was crawling with hungry corpses by now.

Owen stepped into the room behind Colt and Marcus. As he approached he noticed two women exiting a closet, a tall thin girl with purple hair and a shorter redhead. It was obvious they were still alive and they didn’t have weapons pulled on his group which was two very large wins in Owen’s book. The two seemed lighthearted despite the predicament they were all in. After the grumpy party he had been a part of, it was almost refreshing.

“Do you know these guys Colt?” Owen asked, eyeing the two. His hand was still wrapped around his bat, but it hung limply at his side as he assessed the situation. Three girls hiding in a hotel seemed to be far from a threat and while having more mouths to feed was ultimately more work it also meant more hands on deck back at the lodge. Their group had a nice thing going back at the homestead and to keep it from others in need of help seemed selfish. Plus, Owen had a weakness for a pretty face.

“Are you guys okay? We aren’t here to hurt you, just looking for supplies.” The more he looked at the girls the more he swore he knew one of them. He couldn’t place exactly where from, but all the time he had spent browsing shit on his phone he felt like he had seen the purple haired one’s face. His boyish smile was on his face as he approached both of them.

“I’m Owen.” He greeted, reaching his empty hand out to shake Jenna’s hand. “I think I know you from somewhere.”

Interactions: Rumble Fish (Milly) The Mad Queen (Jenna) Liezarria (Rogue)
Mentions: Rumble Fish (Colt) Soma Schicksal (Marcus)
In the Area: King Vioogra (Ivan) Mackenzie wise (Mack)

 

[Brax]

A few paces from the door led Luca to the side of the RV. Ray had walked up beside him only a moment later to give suggestions on the best course of action to follow. The man took into consideration that it would probably be best to avoid contact with the zombies. In that respect the baker was correct. Keeping relatively quiet immediately after Ray had stopped talking, Luca looked down at the rifle in his hands. Further examination of the barrel found that the M4 did indeed have a silencer on it.

Of course. It was less than a day earlier that he had used the weapon he had taken off of the man in the hazmat suit. It must have been the confusion of a new environment, having been stitched up in his intoxicated haze, the supply run taking longer than expected and the situation at hand that had resulted in the man overseeing this important fact. If it came down to the reanimated getting close, he would be able to use the weapon without others hearing him.

That did not mean the reanimated would not. While they might have moved slow, it was hard to tell just how keen their senses were. He parted his lips to speak as the corpses entered their vision of sight, just over the horizon and making their way out from the forest. They were relatively spread out, haphazardly littering the entrance of the lodge’s acreage. Luca lifted the strap of his gun from around his shoulder before momentarily resting the rifle on his shoulder.

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“Find some cover. If any of them get close enough, take them out. With any luck they’ll pass or change direction without forcing us to fight.”

Luca kept low as he made his way around the back of the RV, sticking close to it before wrapping around the opposite side. He leaned against the back tail-light, one knee pressed into the gravel as peered off to his side, ensuring that no other reanimated had been around to take advantage of his lack of attention. The forest around the lodge was rather dense, so while the former mobster had his surroundings to hide about, the same went for those he was trying to fight off.

In his scope, the man only saw four bodies. The others were out of his line of vision. One of the reanimated bodies had stepped onto the driveway and stopped. He had pale white skin and long black hair that reached down to his shoulders. While his arms seemed to be rather large, the same could be said for the zombie’s gut. Luca lined the scope of his rifle up so that he was aiming at it’s head. For a moment, it seemed as though it would turn from the driveway and pursue another direction.

However, that wasn’t the case.

As the zombie began to make its way down the gravel of the driveway and neared the porch of the lodge, Luca’s finger pulled the trigger of his rifle back. A quiet sound of air dispersing from the barrel of his rifle proceeded the bullet, which lodged itself directly above the zombie’s right eye. It’s knees immediately buckled as the metallic case penetrated its cerebellum. The reanimated man dropped to the floor as it ceased functioning. Some of the other zombies had previously deviated from the same path - but the sound of the body hitting the driveway alerted them and forced their line of motion to redirect back toward the lodge.

Noticing that their patterns had changed, Luca forwent his plans to keep quiet.

“Stay sharp, George Clooney!”

TheTreForce Maj FireMaiden

 

[Liezarria]

Rouge: on the sidelines observing the new group


Well, it appeared that she wasn’t going to die yet which was nice. As Jenna talked to the group the dog trotted up next to where she sat and Rouge started to give him head scratches while half listening in to the conversation.


For the most part, she kept silent until her ears perked at a certain part. She tilted her head to look at the group again before leisurely calling out



“There aren’t really any supplies here. I cleared out the whole level while most zombies were out. It kinda is just a dump of a hotel. Nothing but used needles and disgusting ‘merchandice’. Only useful thing I found was a couple of closed water bottles. Though I did find a locked office up some stairs down hallway B.” Rei paused as she eyed the group again with half-lidded eyes.


Well, they haven't acted aggressively towards them and it be more beneficial if they knew……..


“Down hallway C……..theres a door with sharpie written on it…….don’t open it. Those people were into some freaky stuff before they died.” she murmured suddenly finding the dogs fur far more interesting than making eye contact. Though the tip of her ears were a rosy pink.




Maj Rumble Fish The Mad Queen

King Vioogra Mackenzie wise

 

[King Vioogra]

Ivan Zamorozka

Interaction: Mackenzie wise

Area: Soma Schicksal Rumble Fish Maj Liezarria The Mad Queen

Ivan groaned quietly as he was finally able to get to up to a sitting position, looking at the others continuing towards the motel. He sighed quietly as he started to scoot towards the truck. He was shocked when the new guy suddenly offered him a hand. He took it slowly, forcing himself to stand up as his left leg hung limply from the knee hand. He spoke in a clam voice to the fighter that was lightly layered over by quiet grunts of pain and labored breaths,

“You, go with them. I’ll stay here and watch the truck. You’re more useful with them than you are with me.”

He said, his deep voice only sounding more gruff as his tone was lowered and was practically drowning in his accent. He then lightly pushed off of the fighter, thudding quietly against the var as he limped towards the back door on the passenger side. He opened it quietly before turning his back to the seat and lifting himself into it. He pulled his shoe off his foot and dropped it into the truck before pulling his knife from its sheath. He lifted up a piece of the fabric of his pants before digging his knife into it sideways, pulling it out quickly before ripping the rest of it away from the base of the pants and allowing it to fall to the asphalt parking lot below. He inspected his knee quietly, poking and prodding at it with his forefinger and thumb, a quiet wince escaping from him with each action. He then laid down on the seat, letting his legs hang from the truck as he sighed quietly.

“It’s dislocated.”

He said in a whisper, followed quickly by a number of swears in his native tongue.

“Now I have to wait until we get back to the fucking lodge to fix this bullshit!”

He said, still in a whisper as he sighed again, bringing his arm up to his face and resting it over his eyes. This run had gone to shit pretty quickly. It was mostly his fault for trying to be a pompous ass and disobeying orders. He’d been out of service too long, he was getting rebellious again. He was gaining weight too, but that was a problem that could be fixed after they popped his knee back in place.​

 

[The Mad Queen]

Doctor Ralph Fisher: The Suburbs​

Ralph noticed the worry in the teen the moment they entered the empty apartment and had to do something.
"Look at it this way." He gave her a smile "If she's not here, that doesn't mean she's hurt. There's no blood, or sign of forced entry. This place hasn't been touched."
It was a sharp contrast to the rest of the city, littered with abandoned cars, broken bodies and it ran red with blood. It was almost like setting foot on another planet, or stepping into a time machine and going back to before the outbreak. It actually reminded him of an apartment he'd once kept before moving in with his wife. Even if they needed the supplies, he'd feel wrong about looting the place. What if the teen's grandmother was to return and be left without food or water? He'd been sentencing an elderly woman to death.

His reflection was interrupted as the teen re-entered the room and complained about pains.
"Are you alright?" Ralph asked "Is she coming?"

BloodThunder27

Jenna: Moe's Motel​

She gently reached out, taking Owen's hand and shaking it.
"I'm Jenna." She smiled
Three and a half million followers on Twitch, half a million YouTube subscribers and none of it mattered now. She was cut off from the internet due to the Fascist's quarantine, and so cut off from all of it. People that loved her, that supported her and funded her. She had her dad and then her fans, that was about it. Mum was out of the equation, and in terms of relationships? That was something she laughed about when asked.
She wondered about the cousin her follower was asking for, concluding that he was probably dead or worse. Despite this, she still wore a smile.

"Online I go by PurpleNoodle though. Videogames, makeup tutorials, vocal tutorials and vlogs. I do a bit of everything."

If she made it out of this, it would be a story to tell. That was if her livelihood hadn't been taken by the government due to her stream. She'd been banned before, but it wouldn't surprise her if her online assets had been ceased. She'd find another way to expose their crimes though. For Doris, for the Cousin of SaveDaredevil91, for all of her other fans in the city. She'd use her public image to make them pay, one way or another.

She looked over at Colt
"Is your leg okay?" She asked "You were limping earlier. I could take a look if you want. Those wankers in hazmat suits shot at us earlier, and I managed to patch up the wound."
She hoped that would give some reassurance.

@AgWordSmith Liezarria Rumble Fish King Vioogra Soma Schicksal Mackenzie wise Maj

 

[Rumble Fish]

To say Colt was surprised to see the pair again would be an understatement. She shook her head a little and blinked. As Marcus and Owen questioned Colt on if she had seen these two before, she could only give them a short nod. If anything, she was sure that they hadn’t made it, given the state of the city yesterday with the Hazmats. And their attitudes confused her. They seemed rather light about the whole thing. But then again Colt knew that she was a pessimistic piece of shit so that was probably on her. She kept very quiet as they made introductions.

As Rogue spoke up about people doing “freaky stuff” Colt’s shaggy eyebrows rose. They were potentially going to be attacked any second by either Things or Hazmats and her main concern was about the compromising position the Things were in when they died. She and Sasha had experimented with handcuffs that they had stolen from the storage before but- she shook her head, not wanting to remember. Upon thinking about her, Colt unscrewed her flask and took a few steps away from the others to drink from it, as to not draw attention.

The woman was aware of the worrying decision she had to make. They had found three other survivors, all unarmed and all ill-equip for survival. Her first instinct was have them bring them back to the Lodge but what would Luca think? He told them to get supplies, not more mouths to feed. She had to obey what he had told her to do; while a hierarchy had not been established properly, he was her superior, given how he spoke to her. Fair (to an extent) but clearly wanting to be listened to and obeyed. But, she could not leave the trio here. How would she live with herself? With a deep sigh, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. As she went back towards them, she stumbled slightly but caught herself. Everything felt floaty and light.

What the purple haired woman, Jenna said next caused Colt to freeze. She instinctually moved her left (fake) leg back behind her right one, as to avoid attention being drawn to it. She hated how many people had seen her without her prosthetic or being aware of it in the first place. While none of the Lodge appeared to give it much thought, she knew as they had not questioned it, just the knowledge that they were aware of it was enough to make Colt thoroughly uncomfortable. She did not want anyone back home to know about it. She did not want to go home and for her father, her friends and extended circle to see her not as the confident and outgoing woman she had been, but the shell people were looking at now. She came to Aurora to avoid that, and yet it was happening!

In her inebriated state, Colt was not aware that while these thoughts were travelling through her mind, her body shook subtly. She bit her lip and looked away from Jenna as she gave the woman her answer.
“No, I’m okay.” She said, keeping her voice low to avoid snapping, “I… had it looked at. It’s fine.” She responded, flashing the woman a strained smile to try and assure her. She did not need this kind of stress at the moment. Breathing deeply through her nose in an attempt to clear her sore head, she looked at the pair. If she was going to help them like she wanted to, she had to know more. Taking a step closer (lowering her gun and setting it to safety) she looked at the pair.

“Is it just you three? You weren’t followed?” she questioned them, her scarred face stony and aloof. She needed serious answers. After all the bullshit she had gone through today, she needed them to co-operate. She turned to Marcus, clicking her finger to get his attention.

“Check the cupboards and the bathroom, see if there’s anything of worth.” She said before turning to the girls. Taking in a deep breath through her nose she looked at them with her bloodshot pair, “It’s not safe here. Anything can come in here, and you wouldn’t stand a chance.” There was no time for sugar-coating, “If you want, we have a group on the outside of the city. It’s safer there.” She said simply, not going any further as to not appear suspicious. Colt knew that if she attempted to assure them of “total safety” or “a Thing-and-Hazzie-free-paradise” she’d be giving them false hope. They were at war. At war with the Hazmats and the Things, and they were at a severe disadvantage. One had superior technology and the other had numbers.

A rumble from her stomach brought Colt back to reality, she turned to Owen, “I’m going to check some of the rooms for things, keep talking to them and shout me if something happens.” She said before heading out of the room and into the hall. She needed a few moments of peace to think. Was she right to say to them they could come? What would they say? This entire trip was a disaster. They had gotten supplies, the main objective of this mission but in the progress, Ivan had bashed his knee so bad he was out of action and now they potentially had three more mouths to feed. Part of her wanted to simply stick to the task and get supplies. That was the orders given! She could not go against orders! If a grenade is thrown into a crowd, are you to run away? No, you are to jump onto it and save your fellow Marines at the cost of your own life. If Luca had told her to jump into a hoard of Things with a bomb strapped to her chest to save them from an invasion, she would do it. Only if ordered.

The more she thought about it, the lower her mood became. She had to fight off the evil inkling to lock herself in one of the rooms and stay there. At least that way she would not have to make any more of these choices. Despite what Owen had said, he was more sound of mind. With a sigh, she pushed the thoughts away as she walked back to the room.
"What are we doing?" she asked, not with a tone of insecurity but more of one indicating she wanted an answer. Now.
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Milly kept her eyes squarely on Owen as he assured her that they would not hurt Jenna or Rogue, and while she wanted to believe him, he was still a stranger. She had seen the other two go but heard no gunfire or anything that would suggest a fight. Instead, she heard talking. Did that mean these people were safe? The scarred woman scared her. She had a gun and she smelled like alcohol, something that deeply worried the youngster. It was as if everything her mum had said was dangerous was being personified with this woman.

As her newfound friend, Owen got up to follow them, Milly squeaked and jumped up, the thought of being alone frightened her to no end. She stayed close to the man, her arms wrapped around herself for comfort as her bear was in her bag. But she jumped at every small noise. She wanted to hold onto the man for comfort but she did not know him well enough. The only person she wanted to hold her was her mother. Tears leaked from her eyes as she thought about her. She wanted her hug, to hear her voice and for her to be here. Where was she?

As they came to the room, Milly was relieved to see that they had kept their word and did not hurt Jenna and Rogue. And it seems they had met previously. Milly could only look between them. When the scarred woman, Colt spoke up, talking about leaving, the younger girl squeaked as more tears fell. She couldn’t leave!

“N-No!” she wanted to snap at the woman but was too afraid to so it only came out as a whimper, “I need to stay here. M-Mum told me to.” She added as she sat on the bed, clinging to one of the grubby pillows as she rocked slightly back and forth. Why wasn’t she here? She could not leave. She just couldn’t. She hid her face as she put her forehead on the pillow. The dog appeared to notice the girl’s distress as she felt a furry chin resting on her lap. Milly stared at the dog for a moment before gently stroking its head. She wanted to hug the dog, hug someone, hug something but she couldn’t. All she could do was keep silent and wait.
Interacting with: Maj Soma Schicksal The Mad Queen
Mentions: Brax Liezarria
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[Oslonaut]

S A R A H​

Near the Great Escape

Wednesday, October 17th, 2018

Remember: hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies. Stephen King

Sarah finished stacking Alex's small share of ammo boxes to the side when, suddenly (and strangely), she felt the young teen's back lean against her own. The physical contact made Sarah uncomfortable, and she didn't like staying down in her crouch for an overextended period of time. But, as Alex began to speak, she listened. Her words made it clear in which direction she was taking this. And it wasn't long before Sarah ultimately decided that forsaking her comfort for the fear of being rude just wasn't going to cut it for her anymore. She was glad they'd helped and found each other. Had they met under different circumstances, they might have even become friends. But Alex didn't seem to understand the severity of what Sarah was trying to convey. If she had to come off as an asshole to push her away, then so be it.

"With what's happening, A-All I feel now is fear...Except for when I'm with you, then the fear changes, I'm no longer scared of death. Instead, I find myself worrying about you. 'Will her arm be okay?' 'What if she leaves me again' 'if...if only I could not be such a coward--"

"I'm sorry, but I have to stop you right there, chief." Sarah interjected, cutting Alex off before standing up and zipping her backpack closed. If the young teen didn't catch her balance quick, she ran the risk of hitting the ground with her back after Sarah removed herself. Turning to look down at the girl, she narrowed her eyes incredulously. "Are you even listening to yourself? Or to me? I understand you're scared. You have every right to be. Ever since all this bullshit started, I've been fucking terrified, too. But I need you to stop using me as an excuse. I don't want to be the reason you end up getting yourself killed, just because you can't bring yourself to give a shit about anything else anymore. In fact, I won't be that reason... understand?"

She sighed and made her way towards the quad bike. Seeing as Alex hardly demonstrated any proficiency driving the thing, she figured it would be best to take it off her hands and leave her with the truck instead. "You can't expect me to have that hanging over my head with everything else going on. I'm barely keeping it together as it is." She muttered under her breath, sliding onto the bike and readying herself to depart. Before she set off, she took one last look at Alex from over her own shoulder. Her expression was a mixture of pity, disbelief, and worry. But regret was the one thing that didn't register with her. "And again, seriously... thanks for patching me up. Just... take care of yourself, okay? Stay off the main roads if you can help it and away from the military... or the snappers." Her own nickname for the lunatics roaming Aurora. "... Bye."

Without skipping a beat afterwards, she turned back around and drove off on the quad bike. The tires spit out gravel from behind them before meeting with the pavement of the highway, speeding her back down from the direction they had come from initially. A sign she passed stated that the hospital was only miles away. But she would find shelter nearby to prepare herself before going. The way she figured it, using the cover of night to infiltrate the building and collect her medication was her best bet. But she had no idea what she was truly in for.


Interaction: BunnyQueen

 

[BunnyQueen]

Alex Marcus McCarthy
Location: Near The Great Escape
Date: Wednesday, October 17th, 2018
Mentioned: Oslonaut

Knowing I Was Not Gonna See My Family
Just like that, as soon as Sarah had come into Alex's life she was gone riding into the distance leaving Alex sitting in the dirt. A long breath was drawn by Alex as a tear ran down her face and the earth seemed to dissipate around her as she closed her eyes. The many sounds began to tickle the edges of her ears as Alex became more attuned to them, the birds chirping, the wind running through the leaves and grass without a care in the world, and the ever distant sounds of faint booms that echoed through the land.
Alex took a moment to put herself together the pit in her stomach screamed like a child wanting its mother she didn't know how to calm it, but Sarah was right even if it meant hurting Alex. Turning her head back Alex looked at the boxes that Sarah left it had a little picture of the revolver that Alex had on it. Alex picked up the boxes and walked over to the truck reaching into her pocket she grabbed the truck key and ran her thumb over it feeling the indent before unlocking the passenger truck door. After opening the door Alex looked at her backpack that had her supplies in it and dumped all of the food and water into the seat. Pulling out her revolver she sat it on the seat in the truck and opened it up looking at the one bullet sitting in the chamber comfortably. This bullet was meant for her father but he never used it, Alex pulled the bullet out and shoved it in her pocket before opening the ammo box and filling up the revolver with six more bullets. The chamber clicked as Alex spun it around before snapping it shut and putting the gun in the middle seat she put the rest of the ammo boxes in the bottom of her backpack and put the water on top of it then the food. Alex backed out slamming the car door shut and walked around to the driver's side of the truck getting into the driver's seat she closed the door shut and buckled in putting her hands on the steering wheel with a sigh. The faint smell of cigarette smoke filled her nostrils as she looked at the steering wheel remembering her father, the way his beard would always poke her when they hugged, the faint smell of the cigarettes that would litter his shirt, and the sound of his guitar softly playing.
Alex had never driven a car before but her father did try to teach her multiple times she always remembered the little things about the lessons, 'keep your hand on the wheel', 'eyes on the road, not on the boys', 'adjust your mirrors', all of the little stupid things that her dad would tell her. Alex leaned forward resting her head against the wheel as the belt pulled back against her collar bone she didn't mind the uncomfortable feeling it gave her. Sitting there in silence Alex started to cry, she would give everything just to go back and sing with her dad one more time.
SLAM
The sound jolted Alex to life as she looked out the driver's side window a walker had crept up on her and was now attempting to get inside of the car. Alex observed it from the safety of the car, she was drawn to its eyes they looked different...After observing it through Alex felt uncomfortable and was glad that her father would never be one of those things, she leaned forward turning the key in the ignition and the truck revved to life. Looking down at the gas gage the truck was at the half a tank and with a sigh, she pushed down on the brake pedal releases the brake and switched into drive pulling off in a fast jerky motion before evening out in speed going down the road. The sun was slowly running, creeping away from her as darkness approached ever closer she was tired, tired of life, running, and just being awake. The thought of sleeping in the truck crossed her mind as she drove down the road wondering where to go now.

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[Maj]

GM Post​

The cold, damp air was causing a fog to rise from the pavement of the streets of Aurora. It softened what little sounds the town had, the quiet chimes from porches swinging in the breeze, the wind in the trees, and even the sounds of the footsteps coming from up the road.

The platoon had been patrolling the town, searching for straggling survivors. A small army of soldiers had been dispatched on Aurora, many of them to guard the borders, some to dispose of the infected at the hospital, another group to the school, and this group to clean up the rest. The mission had been mostly a flop, the people who were infected only came back to life when shot, but their orders were clear.

No one was to make it out of Aurora with or without a pulse.

With yellow suits and masks that were meant to protect them, they patrolled the streets and decontaminated them, one bullet at a time. They did not question when they fired, alive, dead, everything had to be disposed of. Even their comrades who had died and then rose again were met with a bullet between the eyes. Their masks did not make them special, they were not immune and it was likely they too would never leave this hell hole.

The bright light of the motel sign shone in the distance. The group of armed men emerged from the fog and into the parking lot of the place. A truck was parked outside of it, engine still warm. The seven men in yellow suits raised their weapons, looking for signs of life.

Rumble Fish Liezarria King Vioogra Soma Schicksal The Mad Queen BloodThunder27 Mackenzie wise

 

[Liezarria]

Rouge stared at milly for a good long moment as the dog comforted her. She decided to make another attempt at standing up and luckily, if a bit wobbly, she succeeded.


Rouge made slow steps until she was looking over Owen's shoulder at milly. Looking over the few things the girl has said and done she's more or less guessed that it be better to handle her like she used to her younger siblings…… granted she was never the best at it always leaving the more nurturing jobs to her older brothers.


“.........milly…...was it?........ listen, your waiting for your mother, I understand that.…… normally waiting for your mother to come back is the right thing to do. It's what we're taught from a young age but….”

rouge went around owen and got just a little bit closer yet making sure her distance was respectful.


“but currently it might be too dangerous for her to come back….. there's monsters around now. And all normal people are coming together. There was a gathering at the middle school, sometimes police stations make shelters in other safer buildings. It's their duty to find and bring people to safety since…..there's safety in numbers….. so even if its currently too dangerous for her to come back here to this building……... She might be looking for you in survivor groups. So…..”


Rouge glanced at the group for a moment.


“ so if we go with them then the chances of your mother finding you would be higher. Like when a lost person is taken to the announcement booth so their friends can find them easier…… if we go with them then your mother will definitely find you…. Until then…. You have to be brave and positive and….safe ”


Rouge was bullsh**ing through her teeth. A large part expected milly to not believe her and still want to stay but at least she tried.


Interactions: Rumble Fish
Mentions: Maj

 

[BloodThunder27]

Agent Brian Rousseau
Age: 36
Location: Moe's Motel
Interactions: No one... Not yet anyway

Night Has ComeAs the hours had gone by, Brian took note of the Soldiers heading towards downtown. Brian had spent much of the day contemplating on what to do. Search for survivors, or quietly make his escape from Aurora and go public with what's happened to the town. Hell, he had a body camera, so much of what has happened can easily be uploaded onto YouTube if he had wanted. Or would it be better to turn the footage over to a National News Outlet? Brian was definitely either going to end up in prison if not dead after all this is over. However, if he was to die after all this is over, hopefully the story of the Aurora Incident would be told and asylum would be granted to the survivors if he comes across any, which hopefully he would. There had to be people who survived the carnage at the school. While he hadn't been paying attention, he was confident that there were survivors. All he had to do was find them and if they were being attacked, save them. After readying his wrist blade and sidearm, Brian quietly walked away from the spot where he was broading over the city. Clicking the safety off, he made his way down to the streets below, mainly sticking to the shadows to avoid both the clean-up crew and the infected that now roamed the city.

After quite a bit of time walking, Brian, hiding behind a car parked across the street from Moe's Motel, he saw seven of the soldiers from the school. If there were other survivors there...he had to do something. Drawing his sidearm, Brian was unsure if he was ready to take on seven soldiers armed to the teeth, while all he had was a handgun and a wrist blade. Stealth was key to taking this squad out. Plus, if he killed all seven of them, and there were no survivors in that building, resources would be wasted and no doubt the gunfire would draw the infected. One wrong move was just pure suicide. Once they had their backs turned, Brian swiftly made his way across the street, using the night and his dark suit as cover. In terms of a trap, he would have to wait for one of the Soldiers to separate from the Squad, take him out and steal his weapons and ammunition.

Shinoa Bradford
Age: 17
Location: Home (Suburbs)
Interactions: Doctor Fisher The Mad Queen

Pregnancy Progression: 39 Weeks, 1 Day

Countdown to Childbirth

Home Sweet Home... Shinoa nodded when the doctor asked if she was okay. "I'll be fine." She took a deep breath.

Slowly, Shinoa sat down on the couch, relaxing into the pillows her grandmother had left out to help her with back pain. Interlocking her fingers underneath her belly, she took another deep breath. "Honestly, I really hope we can get to a safer place before I have my baby. Being this deep in the city is just too dangerous. Especially after what I saw at the school yesterday afternoon. If whoever was there were willing to kill innocent people...what are the chances that they won't come after you and me?" She asked, concerned.

She then proceeded to look down at her belly with a somber expression, showing that she was worried, scared, even sad. The young mother wanted to give her baby a chance at life, not bring her into the world...just to die not long after. It was just unfair...to bring life into the world just for it to be taken away.

 

[Maj]

Ignoring Leliana’s protests, Andy followed Luca out and into the yard. She followed his orders and made her way around the house and crouched down behind the large generator on its side, keeping as still and silent as possible. Much like Luca, she waited with bated breath to see what the corpses would do. From her side she could only make out the forms of a few of the monsters, trudging about mindlessly. One neared the driveway, stumbling and searching for any sign of life.

It was almost like the things could sense them. The human sense of smell wasn’t strong enough to be able to smell them unless something in the reanimation process changed their genetic makeup. It was possible, Andy assumed. They knew so little about the outbreak, and the idea that a bunch of corpses would start walking around and eating people was far fetched enough that it made anything else seem relatively normal.

Andy watched as one stumbled closer, a fat man who drug his feet up the dirt driveway. Luca quickly dispatched it with his silenced rifle. It was still quite loud to be honest, and Andy jumped at the stifled sound. The thing fell face first into the dirt, no longer a menace to any of them. At the sound of the thud, the other corpses seemed to sort of converge at the sound, moving closer to them. Luca’s voice rang out, realizing that they couldn’t sit by and be silent anymore.

The redhead cursed under her breath and stepped out from behind the generator to get a clear view of the grounds. All her weight stayed on her right foot, favoring the left and trying to keep from injuring it as much as possible. With practiced speed and graceful fingers, Andrea reached down to her hip, grabbing an arrow and putting the cool carbon shaft between her fingers. She knocked her arrow, pulled it to her cheek and slowed her breathing as the fletching skimmed the warm skin on her cheek.

The zombies were slow and easy targets. In her time she had shot things spiraling through the air, or from horseback. Standing and shooting another mostly stationary target was like child's play, even from her distance. When she took aim everything came into focus for her, clearing her mind like a trigger.

Two of the monsters approached from the woods near where she was standing, making their way to investigate their comrade's demise. They stumbled out of the tree line, hunting and hungry. A frail-looking woman was accompanied by a taller but still frail looking male. They looked like the tweakers Andy often accidently found in the woods, camping around a low lit fire and scratching sores in their arms.

The two fingers she had wrapped around the string, loosed and the arrow spiraled through the air, shaft wobbling from the force. Andy hit the man between the eyes, and his body crumpled to the ground. Another thud, another corpse to the ground. Shooting the monsters came surprisingly easily to her, they weren’t human. It wasn’t the same as killing the hazmat from yesterday. These things were mindless husks, she would be surprised to find a heart still beating inside them.

It took barely a second to grab another arrow and line up her shot. The next arrow landed in the woman's neck. It was a great hit, burying the arrow head deep in the monster’s sinew like flesh. To Andy’s surprise the thing barely even stumbled back. Her attention was now on Andy though, her head turning slowly toward the red head, white and milk eyes staring down the green ones that widened in fear.

Her first instinct was to run, but the second Andy put weight on her ankle, she knew that wasn't going to work. Why wasn't the monster bleeding, showing any sign of pain? Shaking fingers reached down to another arrow. There was no other course of action but to stay and fight.

Andy could feel her heart in her throat, in her temples, racing so quickly that she felt clammy and light headed. The thing was nearing, and suddenly the girl couldn’t get her hands to obey her. Her throat seemed to stick to itself as she swallowed, trying to steady her nerve. Everything clicked into place as the arrow made it’s way to the string. The girl’s thoughts clears and muscle memory took over, forcing her lungs full of air. No one had tested it, but all the killing blows to the corpses this far had been to the head. No one had talked about it, but it appeared that was the best way to dispatch them, she couldn’t hunt them like other prey. Her arms stretched and flexed with her bowstring, and with a long exhale the girl let her arrow fly.

This one also found its target, the shaft stuck out of the female zombie’s temple. Her rapidly growing speed toward Andy was halted as she fell backward into the dirt. Her body shook and she forced herself to look to the others, where the remaining dead moved closer to the lodge.

Mentions: Brax (Luca) FireMaiden (Leliana) TheTreForce (Ray)

 

[FireMaiden]

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Location: The Jordan Lodge
Interaction: Maj (Andy) Brax (Luca) TheTreForce (The Bakeman)
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Part of Leliana wanted to run back inside. A big part of her. Realisticly, she had the weapons, she could fight, but she was terrified. Killing things just wasn't something she was prepared for, even after the events of yesterday. Though, speaking of yesterday, that did remind she did infact kill people yesterday. It made her shutter, but Leliana followed Andy out the door reguardless. However, she decided to stay there on the porch. For two reasons actually. If any of those things got to close, she would take care of them, and it let her keep an even on Andy, with a good shot to the RV where Luca and Ray were. She would crouch down, the skirt making it a little uncomfortable, and wait.

Watching the first undead fall, Leliana made a mental note of both where Luca had hit him, and how the others reacted. Of course, shooting someone in the head was always an effective way to put them down, but still. Fire didn't do anything yesterday after innocents had been riddled with holes. Andy seemed to be up next, Leliana's eyes glued to her incase the red head fell. But she gained tunnel vision, and was only pulled out just before Andy killed the advancing zombie by the raspy groans of one close to the porch.

Leliana wasn't mad at herself for not noticing, she just wish she had a little more time. Leaning up slightly to peer off the railing, she could just barely see it on the other side of a small bump-out. Leliana practically crawled off the porch with how slow she was moving. Obviously, these things were draw out by sound, and until she was ready, she didn't want to get it's attention. Her pistol of course was not an option, so she had to get close, Luca was to far, and Andy might not have noticed it yet. Anyway, once she was on the other side of the bump out, opposite of where she could see the zombie, she planted her back to the wall, raised her bat, and let out a soft whistle.

Like she expected, she heard the shuffling and soft groans of the undead following the sound. It was a little hard for her to judge just how far the thing was from her. The bump out wasn't too big, and she could see it from the other from her previous spot on the porch, but incase it suddenly sped up when it saw someone, Leliana didn't wasn't to risk checking just incase. They undead Andy faced didn't seem to speed up, but still. Instead, Leliana kept her eyes down, and luckily, only a few seconds after she whistled, she saw the feet. Without a moment to lose, she turned the corner, swung the bat at a downward angle and quickly jumped back.

The corpse fell, a crack signaling what she was hoping to acomplish, of imobilizing first, had worked. She wasn't sure of to what degree, but she maybe broke it's knee, or it broke with the fall, but it wasn't getting back up. Just incase her assessment was wrong, Leliana wouldnt spear any time, and rose her pat again, bringing it down on the undead's head, again and again, until it stopped groaning. She was pretty average strength wise, so it took maybe four or five swings, but she killed one. With the two Andy took down, and the one Luca got, that would bring them down to possibly three left, if Ray's numbers were correct. Hopefully, this would be over soon. Her sweater was now covered in blood, her legs had some splattered on them, and she could feel a bit on her face as well. She didn't want anything to stain.

Okay, she couldn't do it, the feeling of fresh blood sticking to her body wasn't a comfortable feeling. Dropping her bat, Leliana pulled her arms into her sweater, before shimmying the top over her face, using her hands to keep the blood off her face, she would free herself from the fuzzy pink prison after a few seconds. Common sense, training, and instinct told her not to get the blood anywhere sensitive, so that's what she would do. There was still some blood on her hands, her legs, stomach, and face, but most of it was on the sweater now draped on the stair railing. Leliana grabbed her bat, before reaching up and fixing the strap of her teal and white polka dot bra.

No shame.

 

[Maj]

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Owen snapped his fingers and flashed the girl with purple hair a wide smile. He knew that he remembered seeing her somewhere. The male spent enough time bullshitting on his phone that it was likely that he had stumbled across one of her videos at some point.

“We got shot at by some hazmats ourselves,” Owen explained. “I’m glad you guys made it out okay.” The two had to be pretty resourceful to have made it along by themselves this far. Colt said something about going off to explore, he would do the same. After all, they were there for supplies, and if they were going to take more people with them they were going to have to gather up even more food and weapons.

Colt leaned in and asked for his opinion about what to do, which caught him off guard. She was the one in charge, he was just along for the ride. But it seemed that she respected him, as she often trusted him enough to act on his own. He tilted his head in thought before speaking low, so only she could hear him.

“They seem harmless, we can’t leave them here. Especially the kid. I’m not a heartless bastard and more survivors really just means more numbers to protect ourselves with. I say we take them back with us.” As if on cue Milly rebutted that she couldn’t leave because she was looking for her mother. Rouge was quick to try to calm her down, she seemed practiced at it. He recognized an older sibling when he saw one. He jumped to her aid.

“She’s right Milly,” Owen looked her in the eyes, a soothing smile curving his lips. He crouched down to talk to her on her level again. “I’ll do whatever I can to help you find your mom, but I have to keep you safe until then. We’ve found a bunch of people since we got our group together, and I’m sure we will find more. Me and Colt have a nice place to stay where we can help keep you safe.” He then turned to both Rogue and Jenna.

“All of you guys are welcome. It’s going to get a bit cramped, but we have food and shelter and it’s off the beaten path so it will be harder for any more assholes in neon yellow to find us.” He pulled the keys that Leliana had given him out of his pocket and swung them around his middle finger.

“I’m gonna run and grab some stuff from the store room while we are here. We have a truck outside, once we grab what we can we can take you guys to safety.” He knew that he would need to go ahead and get these people to safety. But he also knew that the supplies that they picked up wouldn’t last them long with all the extra mouths to feed. Owen raised two fingers to his forehead in a sloppy version of a salute and then exited the hotel room.

It didn’t take the male long to make his way to the supply room. Inside there were walls of very organized supplies. Leliana was like the cause of the neat and tidy room, the idea made him smile. Owen filled one of the empty bags he had carried in with him with tiny bottles of shampoo, mouthwash and other various supplies. He made sure to grab a hairbrush for the blonde and well as any first aid supplies he could get his hands on.

With a bag loaded full of various tiny bottles, the male made his way back to the room he left the girls and Marcus in. His attention was caught by the vending machine in the hallway. The blue and white bag of Salt and Vinegar chips shone out to him. It was one of the few things that he had been asked to grab he hadn’t delivered on yet. Using the butt of the bat, he broke through the glass and grabbed all the single serve bags of the chips he could carry before making his way back to the room.

Interactions: Rumble Fish (Colt) (Milly) The Mad Queen (Jenna) Liezarria (Rouge)
Mentions: FireMaiden (Lelianna) Soma Schicksal (Marcus)
In the area: BloodThunder27 (Brian) King Vioogra (Ivan) Mackenzie wise (Mack) Hyped_Taco (Michael)

 

[Rumble Fish]

Colt listened to Owen’s words, looking right at him. He seemed to agree with her on her thoughts on bringing them. He seemed to give her a look before speaking, as if surprised. But she did trust his judgement. Out of all of them, he seemed the most intelligent; herself including. And she did not want to make any decisions without talking to others first, she did not want to be that kind of leader.

“Okay.” She said to him before turning to the others, “C’mon. Once we’re done here, we’ll go back to the Lodge. Grab your things.” She said. She had left before Owen and the red-haired girl had started to talk to Milly. She simply did not feel comfortable. Being in this group was stressful enough, but having new people join was another kettle of fish. Having spent several months in self-inflicted solitary confinement, so much going on with so many people was enough to make Colt want to shut down everything.

As Owen got to speaking to the group again, Colt continued her search for anything of worth. She found a small fridge in one of the rooms. It was mouldy and nasty, but it had a couple of cans of soda. It was better than nothing. Her throat was dry despite her intake of whiskey and her stomach ached but she could not focus on that.

As she left the room, she glanced out the window in the hall. What she saw next caused the woman to freeze in her tracks. Seven large, armed and marching Hazzies were making a beeline for the motel. With intentions to kill.

“Barbra Streisand!” she growled through gritted teeth, unable to say anything else. Dropping her bag to the ground, she fished out an extra mag for the M16 alongside its silencer. Arming herself, she went to pull Marcus and Owen aside as to not alert the girls.

“Hazzies outside. Seven of them.” She said, her voice wavering slightly from stress. She was already beginning to feel shaky and her breathing was rushed as she desperately tried to regain control, “Owen, get everything together. Marcus, I want you in that next room, open the window and start shooting on my say. I’ll go to this window. They will rush as soon as some of them get shot so get ready for an ambush.” She said bluntly before going to the girls.

Colt desperately tried to keep herself contained. First, the Things attacking, and now the Hazzies. The war-vet took a few moments to catch her breath. She needed a clear head for this. She could not panic again! She just had to hold on. Just a little longer. For their sake. If she got them back safely, she could at least call this a success. She needed to get these girls safe. They were unarmed and she did not know how they fought.

“Shut that door, lock it and do not open it until you hear one of us knock.” She instructed them, attempting to get them to back off inside. Once she said that, she realised that both Ivan and Mack were at severe risk. Ivan was out of action and Mack had no guns. Colt opened the window in the hall and peeked out, the nozzle of the gun poked out as she looked down the sight. After taking a long drink from her flask, she growled and, after building up courage, she began squeezing the trigger. She could feel the resistance of the gun with its recoil. She gritted her teeth as she shot. If any of them died because of this, she would never forgive herself. She could not go through this again! She had to protect them!
Interactions: The Mad Queen (Jenna) Liezarria (Rouge) Maj (Owen) Soma Schicksal (Marcus)
In the area: BloodThunder27 (Brian) King Vioogra (Ivan) Mackenzie wise (Mack) Hyped_Taco (Michael)
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[King Vioogra]

As Ivan lay still in the back of the pickup truck, he was able to drift into a sense of calm. The sounds around him became slightly louder and easier to focus on as he took a deep breathe in and exhaled quietly. He decided focusing on the noises around him would be better than focusing on the pain in his knee. The light buzz from the neon sign of the motel, the light drip of water on the pavement from a few nights rain, approaching footsteps and the familiar sound of metal against metal as the soldiers racked the bolts of their rifles. This noise was one that sent Ivan into a mild panic, which he quickly overthrew as he sat up quickly and peaked out of the back window of the truck. It was foggy, so he couldn’t see much. Perfect, that meant they couldn’t see much either. He quickly lifted his functional leg into the back of the truck, lifting his dislocated one and resting it against his thigh as he lay down in the seat of the truck. He placed his hand over his mouth as if to muffle the already inaudible cries of pain from his mouth at the sudden movement of his limp limb. He looked around in the back of the truck before he saw a blanket strewn across the floor of the truck. Without a moment's thought, he grabbed the blanket from the floor and threw it over himself. It reeked of vomit, sperm, and alcohol, and Ivan gagged as he breathed the horrifying odor in. He knew holding his breath would only get him killed, so he gingerly stuck a finger out, creating a small pocket of air so he could breathe. He took short, inaudible breaths as he listened for the distinct sounds again. They were a bit harder to hear with the sound of Ivan’s heartbeat filling his ears, but he could definitely place a finger on about 7 or 8 sets of feet hitting and scraping on the asphalt parking lot. As they continued to pass by the truck, Ivan felt the tension in the area get heavier as he heard the sound of a gun moving right outside the trucks open door. He knew there was a hazmat right outside checking the contents of the truck. Lucky for Ivan, he’d left the door open so the vehicle came across as recently abandoned, pushing them to move on.​

 

[The Mad Queen]

Jenna: Moe's Motel​

A safe place? It sounded too good to be true, but she didn't have a reason to doubt this other group. They even appeared to have a doctor or at the very least somebody with medical training back at their lodge, given what Colt said.
Sure, Jenna had dealt with all kinds of injuries on animals, enough to know how to perform patching up other human beings but what if she got injured? Who'd be able to treat her? If she was incapacitated she wouldn't be able to talk somebody through it.

The best case scenario was an infected wound, and she tried to not think about the worst case.

"So long as you take pets." Jenna said, pointing to the German Shepard "I'm down. I've got a car too. It's a piece of crap rental, but it's gotten us this far."
Heck, it had gotten her across two states without much trouble. The rattling had been unsettling, the air conditioning didn't work and the radio had been stuck playing something ear-piercing until she'd managed to silence it.

Things quickly took a turn for the worse as a group of the hazmat wearing Fascists entered the parking lot. Jenna was armed with little more than a bloodied cane and her wits so she followed Colt's instructions to a tea.
It was back to hiding, it seemed.

@AgWordSmith Liezarria Rumble Fish King Vioogra Soma Schicksal Mackenzie wise Maj

Doctor Ralph Fisher: The Suburbs​

Ralph shook his head "They already tried coming after me." He said.
The school had been full of children, so he was certain the hazmat troopers would have no issue with gunning down a pregnant girl.
"I ran into them at the police station, but I just about managed to get away. Took back-roads and hid in alleyways to make sure I wasn't followed."
He didn't mention what had gone down at the police station, given he'd thrown another human being under the bus in order to escape. Regardless of their absence of morality, the hazmat troopers were still human beings.
He'd killed one to stop them from turning, but that was different from the trooper at the station. He'd done it out of mercy, not to save his own skin. He could try to justify it as not knowing that the troopers would execute one of their own, or that he didn't think the trooper would actually get bit to begin with but that didn't change what had gone down.

"The roads will be blocked off. They're not just trying to contain an outbreak, they're trying to eliminate all witnesses."
He stroked his chin "We could take the gas-guzzler and try going off-road but there's a high chance they've got that covered, too."

He knew he couldn't rely on the government, and going straight to the press would create a mass panic that could boost the parasite's chances of going nation-wide.
No, right now he had to focus just on the here and now. They had to get out of the city.

BloodThunder27

 

[Soma Schicksal]

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Interacting: Rumble Fish Maj The Mad Queen Liezarria

Mentioned: King Vioogra Mackenzie wise BloodThunder27

Located: Moe's in a firefight

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[div class="Line"] [div class="Icon"] Actions[/div] Soon conversations began to spread in the room, everyone was a little more comfortable around each other not seeming like enemies but potential allies. Owen asked Marcus and Colt if they knew these people and he answered simply. “Not really but I did see them yesterday with Colt, just some people I would say I recognize, especially miss Purple Noodle over here.” He pointed to the Streamer as she introduced herself to Owen. Owen seemed to know her too, he would assume it was from just browsing online since Owen didn’t really seem like the type to continuously watch Twitch streams and YouTube videos all day like Marcus did when he did have free time on the weekends. If anything he remembered only watching her because he had what you would call a ‘Streamer Crush’ but he wouldn’t admit that he was definitely hopeless when it came to beautiful women, not to say that her streams or videos were bad but he did mainly watch for her pretty face and some of her gameplay.

Jenna offered to help with Colt’s leg and Marcus could already feel how tense Colt got when she heard those words exit the purple haired girl's mouth. He could only hope that one day that he could maybe help Colt get through her shock and feelings on what happened to her leg but he couldn’t judge her for feeling the way she did, based on the way she acted and knowing her past had to do with a military background he could only assume the worst had happened to her. The Militaristic woman seemed to shake herself out of it and proceeded to talk assuring Jenna that she was fine, he could tell she wasn’t though…anyone could see that though. She then ordered Marcus to go searching the room for supplies, he couldn’t argue with that, his mind continued wandering as he wondered why she never gave Owen orders to go away from her to search for supplies…thats when he noticed he was just being dramatic, his mind searched for any little thing that could be a sign of Colt being more in touch with Owen than him…he needed to get over it, he had been in countless situations like this. Just as he had gotten what he could see as snack bars in the cupboards Colt seemed startled as she gained the attention of the jealousy stricken Marcus.

Quickly Marcus was pulled by Colt along with Owen into cover, it seemed she didn’t want to cause a scene as she explained to the two men that the count of 7 hazmat suit-wearing guys were getting ready to search the Motel. That’s when he remembered…Ivan and Mack were in the truck the men were approaching…all he could hope was that they wouldn’t get killed…Colt snapped Marcus out of it pushing him to the next room. He listened carefully to her directions before grabbing the sniper off his back that Colt had given to him and set up his position waiting for her to give the word as she began firing on the Hazzies. “Guess that’s the signal…” He whispered to himself as he finished setting up in next room over. Marcus took aim looking through the scope, he was in a good position, he could hear his father’s voice. “Now remember, deep breathe, stock on the shoulder, and when I say fire you blow that son of a bitch training dummies head off!” Marcus gave a slight smirk as he fired his first shot, the sound of the gun silenced by the suppressor attachment, he could hear as the Hazzy screamed in pain as Marcus racked the bolt and fired the second shot through the side of his head, the bullet managed to break through and the angle caused the bullet to hit another Hazzy in the arm as Colt fired a barrage of bullets at them. “Collateral! Yes haha!” He yelled out as he picked another target to fire at.

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[Liezarria]

Rouge gave Owen a nod of appreciation when he stepped in on comforting milly. She took the opportunity to back off seeing as she had a higher chance of listening to him and she didn’t want to cause the girl to panic again.


Rouge was going to resume just watching the group again in the far background of the room but Colts warning made her pause. Quickly she tried her best to use her good arm and usher Jenna into the hallway out of sight from the large windows. The dog she didn’t have to bother with seeing as it limped close behind jenna.


She had hesitated when she approached milly but….. She rather have the girl be afraid of her than runoff into gun fire again. So she took ahold of Millys hand with a firm grip making sure that milly would have a difficult time slipping away and used her bad hand to motion towards milly to stay quiet.



The Mad Queen (Jenna) , Maj (Owen) , Rumble Fish (Milly) (colt),

 

[Mackenzie wise]

Location: Moes

Rumble Fish Liezarria

Mackenzie hesitantly retracts his hand. “Ok, well I’ll try to not slow us down so you can have that fixed.” Walking away he hears wincing and various sounds of pain, he feels bad but won’t insult him by staying. As Mackenzie catches up with the rest of his group he sees them conversing with more survivors. He beams when he sees them. “MORE SURVIVORS!!!” He thinks to himself.

Realizing he’s smiling to big and much he tries to quickly before the others noticed, put a straight face on his Scottish face.

As the young Scottish warrior saw and heard the child speak he thought. “Awwwww.” then seen the red head talking to the child. “AWWWWW they are all so nice.” Is all he could think to himself falling into his love for children trait.

When the danger of the hazmats are made present to the group Mackenzie instantly thought of Yoseph. “Oh no I should have stayed with him!” He thinks angrily to himself regretting leaving the handicapped man alone. But seeing the red head Girl take control of her small groups situation made him realize, this is not the time for regret it’s the time for action and survival. Leave that stuff for if you survive.

Mackenzie gets out of the way of all the windows and awaits any further orders from colt. She was the best suited for this situation, if he went for Yoseph now he would potentially danger everyone. Especially the little girl they now harbor. Hearing her order him to close the door and lock it he does so quickly. Crouching the whole time so no one would catch a glimpse out the windows.

Hearing the boom of colts gun he realized it has begun. Mackenzie stays close to the door and pulls his scissors blade out. If any of them tried to get in he would be the groups defense. But if Colt orders anything he will obey without question.

 

[BloodThunder27]

Agent Brian Rousseau
Age: 36
Location: Moe's Motel
Interactions: Hazmat Team

Memento Mori As the shooting began, Brian decided that he couldn't hold back any longer. There were other survivors in that building. Without his help, they would most likely end up dead if he didn't act now. With his gun at the ready, Brian made a silent prayer before stealthily sneaking into the parking lot. As they all had their backs turned, Brian waited for one of them to separate from the squad, which was most likely going to happen as there were a couple of survivors scattered across the building. If he played his cards right, he and those survivors will make it out alive. One wrong move and they all die and the story of the outbreak would be buried in the darkness forever. Brian wasn't about to let that happen. He was going to round up all the survivors he could find and hopefully soon, they can escape the city...and go public with the story. Most of the Photographic Evidence was on his phone. After all, he was a CIA Agent, not a Photojournalist. This wasn't Dead Rising. Not Hollywood and definitely not a game.

It wasn't long until his plan started to pan out. Once a Hazmat Soldier separated from his squad and ended up alone, Brian stalked him quietly before taking him hostage, choking from behind and seizing his Assault Rifle. However, since he was holding a hostage, he had to continue using his Handgun. "If you try anything, I will put a bullet in your head..." He said coldly before securing his grip on the soldier and keeping his gun at the ready. As they navigated down through the Motel, Brian waited for the team to separate. Once more, he had to ensure that he played his cards right. A distraction could afford an ambush from the other survivors. However, a well-placed headshot could ruin everything. "Alright pal, ready to say hi to your friends?"

Shinoa Bradford
Age: 17
Location: Home (Suburbs)
Interactions: Doctor Fisher The Mad Queen

Pregnancy Progression: 39 Weeks, 1 Day

Countdown to Childbirth

Let Us Rest As Doctor Fisher told his story, Shinoa only sat and listened. Yesterday was a real cluster-fuck given how it ended up, from her own perspective and what the Doctor was telling her. However, he wasn't wrong. They did have to leave the city. Again, Shinoa reassured herself that her Grandmother was okay, but couldn't help but have a horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach. It definitely wasn't the baby, but something else. "If they have the off-road routes covered, sounds like the only real way out is a Helicopter." She said with a frown.

The idea of giving birth five-thousand plus feet above ground didn't sound so relishing. Let alone enduring labor. As she looked down at her very pregnant belly, Shinoa could only sigh. If there were Anti-Air Countermeasures, then it was going to be a hell of an escape. For her, the Doctor and anyone else they find along the way. Hell, if they could sneak over to the Airport, that'd be great too. Then again, Shinoa needed to think things over a bit too. Did they have Attack Helicopters and Fighter Jets ready too? There were just too many factors to consider. In order to keep from stressing, she stopped thinking about an escape plan...at least for now. Right now, she also had to focus on the impending birth of her daughter. Sadly, she also doubted that the baby would wait for them to get out of the city before deciding to show up. "I don't think its a good idea to travel in the dark. We should leave at dawn." She suggested, gently caressing the belly and then straightening out her hair.

 

[The Mad Queen]

Doctor Ralph Fisher: The Suburbs​

Ralph had known a few helicopter pilots in his day. During the Ebola outbreak he and his team had been dropped into a camp by a pilot named Smithers. A tall man with experience in the US air force who'd left his military career behind in order to care for a relative. Fisher felt guilty for not remembering whether it was Smithers' mother or father and after he was flown home Ralph didn't manage to keep in touch with the younger man.

Wherever Smithers was now, Ralph could only hope that he was as far away from this mess as possible.
"I don't know how to fly one." He admitted "And I imagine they would have locked down the airport anyway."
Limiting the travel limited the spread, so the airport would be more like a fortress as the hazmat troopers tried to block all access in and out of the city.

When she suggested waiting until dawn, he nodded and proceeded to move furniture to block the front door. If she offered to help, he would raise a hand to stop her.
If the door was barricaded it meant they wouldn't have to sleep in shifts, and Ralph hadn't slept since the day before. There was only so long he could go without sleep. The longest record of someone going without sleep was a full eleven days, but Ralph had once stayed awake for a full seventy-two hours. He was sixteen at the time and trying an experiment among friends.
The affects of sleep deprivation kicked in at the twenty-fourth hour mark and it only got worse from there. He'd hallucinated at around the sixth hour mark, seeing an erupting volcano off the coast.

"I'll take the sofa."

BloodThunder27