Realistic or Modern Patient Zero (A Zombie Survival RP)

[Hyped_Taco]

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We now find a graveyard in what once used to be a normal neighbourhood, filled with the bodies of the first casualties and the few undead that have stayed. As they continue munching on the little that is left of their victims, there remains only one living being; he has mostly survived the apocalypse using a combination of Mountain Dew and Doritos.

*A sound can be now be heard outside a home, few zombies notice it, but they return to eating; the sound is the noice of a fat man filled with rage*

¨NO! ¨ (He proclaimed) ¨My 3DS ran out of battery damn it, ¡¿what will i do now?!!!¨

*While he is bitching about senseless stuff, his stomach begins rumbling*

¨… Well, whatever, i´ll go eat something¨

*He now opens the door and sees it, oh the Horror*

¨NOOOOOOOOOO! ¨ *The Neckbeard screamed* ¨That was the last of my Doritos, and at this rate i´ll finish the Mountain Dew by morning¨

*He starts to walk around his tiny home, remembering something in particular*

¨I Know what to do! ¨ *Wait really? *

¨I´ll shall check my 100% foolproof plan, that i wrote many months ago¨ (He now opens a drawer open and reads what he has) ¨Perfect, i´ll go equip myself and then i´ll be ready to scavenge supplies¨

*The Neckbeard now begins to ¨equip¨ himself*

(He now puts on a tshirt, ¨Tight¨ Jeans, a trench coat and a Fedora)

¨Perfect¨ (He exclaims) ¨Now, for the real deal¨

(He opens another drawer, This time getting out a katana and a fully loaded M1911)

¨And now that im ready, I´ll obtain my delicacy of a food, and in the process i may gain the heart of M´lady!¨ (He sure has high hopes).

(He opens his back door, with a confidense he never had before)

¨Im ready¨(He exclaims at last).

 

[TheTreForce]

Ray Childress: The Lodge

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Ray followed closely behind Luca and took a spot behind the RV near the opposite end that was already covered. Ray could see the creatures approaching as well, and it wasn't long before Luca had to take a shot at one that was getting dangerously close. A good call, Ray thought, probably would have done the same thing. At this point, the other three moved towards their fallen comrade and the two ladies came out to assist in dispatching the remaining ones who had split off into a smaller group. Ray took this chance to creep around the vehicle and come up behind the zombie in the back of the group of three. His hands gripped the shovel tighter and he rose it above his head. The sharp metal end came down on the back of the creature's head with a THUNK. The shovel stuck into it's head only about a quarter of the way, enough to make a division in the skull and cause the head to be forced down, but it was still standing. Ray kicked the lower back of the creature and pulled on the handle of the shovel simultaneously. The force knocked the creature to it's knees, and the shovel coming loose sent Ray backwards a few steps. He readied his next swing and aimed it at the soft spot he had dug. This time around, the sound was a lot more wet and blood exploded from the opening. The shovel made it about half way in, and the back of the zombie's shirt began to rapidly soak with blood. Little bits of brain matter stuck to it's collar and deep red ran down the head of the shovel, dripping off the corner to the dirt. Ray managed to pull the shovel free at the same time that one of the zombies turned around to lunge at him. The shovel came up as the grimy outreached hands clasped at Ray. All that he was worried about was that mouth tough; they seemed to like to bite quite a bit. Ray made sure to keep the creature at a good distance, but he couldn't shake it or try to take a swing at it.

"A little help over here! RRRGGGHH!" He pushed back, but these things seemed to have an endless supply of stamina. There was still one zombie headed towards Luca. Ray found himself with his back against the RV and his strength wearing down. This one was definitely bigger than Ray, but he couldn't believe that he let it get him pinned against the van like this. His teeth bared and he looked to each side, trying to find the answer to the situation. His arms shook and began to buckle. He couldn't hold this thing back any longer. Ray let go of the shovel, ducked quickly, and rolled to the side. His former weapon fell to the ground, out of reach, and his foe turned to face him. Ray didn't have time to get up and scooted back as fast as he could while the monster staggered towards him.

 

[Brax]

And so, it turns to pass that Robert Deniro isn’t quite the fighter after all.

Despite not having proper help, Luca being put in tight positions was nothing new. The man strived off of situations such as this, despite not enjoying having to be in them. Without a second thought or even a look back, Luca’s fingers grasped the grip of his rifle and violently swung it behind him. The butt of the advanced firearm slammed into the side of the zombie’s head with enough force to send it falling on its ass. It wouldn’t do too much, but it would buy an extra second or two for Luca to line up his shot and fire his second bullet. In all honesty, Luca didn’t care what the butt of his rifle hit. Either the old man would go down and would be entertainment for the zombie long enough for Luca to deal with the two that were left, or help by hitting the zombie. It perfectly served its purpose. The bullet he shot went through the neck of the zombie that had been pursuing him but did not halt its advancement.

Luca cursed loudly.

The zombie who was on the floor had been getting back up to its feet. Luca turned his body partially to the side and kicked the zombie back down on the ground before quickly lining up another shot from his hip. This time, when he shot the bullet it pierced through the zombie’s forehead, forcing its body to drop immediately upon entry. The zombie that had been trying to eat the baker had gotten back up to its feet. Luca wildly swung the barrel of his large rifle upward at its chin. As the barrel made contact with the reanimated beast, it cracked off - flying into the near-distance of the forest and making the gun inoperable in the process.

Using the broken end of the rifle, the Italian swung at the zombie once more. That was a nice piece of weaponry that he was forced to waste; one that was within its prime. This was nothing new, however. Luca was used to getting new things and breaking them just as fast.

His digits tightly clenched the grip as he shoved the broken, jagged pieces of metal at the end of his broken rifle into the zombie’s head repetitively. To ensure it wouldn't get back up, Luca continued stabbing at it well after it had stopped moving. Once a small amount of the reanimated’s blood had begun to splash up onto certain portions of his face Luca slowly backed off of the corpse. He was huffing and puffing, angrily peering down at the broken rifle in his hand. Then he tossed it onto the body of the zombie.

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The man peered back at the baker with half-open eyes, a perpetual curse of his that transcended feelings or opinions. He constantly looked like he was tired of the world’s bullshit. Probably because he was. After gaining visual confirmation that he was clear, Luca looked back to Leli. Hopefully the blood that was staining her shirt wasn’t hers. Finally, those blue hues of his turned to Andy. They made it out all right. It might not have been the most graceful display, but they were all alive.

He momentarily pondered their next course of action in silence, staring down at the zombie who had been responsible for his broken rifle.

“Gather the bodies up. We gotta find a location away from the lodge and put fire to them.”

Without further hesitation, Luca grabbed the foot belonging to the corpse at his own two feet. He quietly dragged it through the dirt toward the other body near the middle of the driveway.

TheTreForce FireMaiden Maj

 

[BloodLightning27]

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 When Doctor Fisher admitted that he didn't know how to fly an aircraft, Shinoa frowned a little. Sadly, she couldn't deny that he was most likely right that the Hazmat Soldiers had the Airport on lock-down. With no real way out of the city, Shinoa frowned. Because if they had all the roads into town blocked off, the airport on lock-down, meaning that no aircrafts were allowed to arrive or leave, then...She could only assume that they had all the less direct routes covered as well. Shinoa then began thinking about how they would run into a blockade of armed soldiers and armored vehicles. She looked down at her belly, briefly with despair.

The Doctor then proceeded to barricade the front door with some chairs and other furniture. Afterwards, to her, he just looked exhausted. He really needed a good night's rest. If they had traveled any longer, it probably could have proven fatal. For him, her and her baby. When he said that he'd take the sofa, Shinoa only nodded. "Alright, I'll be in my room. I'll...keep the door open in case you need to come and get me." She sighed before looking down at her belly, tears welling up in her eyes.

With her hand on her back, she quietly waddled back into her bedroom. Thankfully the blinds had been left shut, so chances of them being discovered were slim. Settling into her bed, she continued to lay on her left side, as it was the most comfortable and best sleeping position for her right now. For more comfort, she kept her knees bent and placed a pillow in between her legs. Even though it was dark, Shinoa had trouble sleeping, so her night was spent...staring at the blinded window while also rubbing her swollen belly, attempting to calm the restless unborn baby that fidgeted and kicked. She sighed as she continued to toss and turn. Her back started aching as well. Taking a deep breath she proceeded to relax and continue to stare at the blinded window, hoping that she would fall asleep eventually, even though insomnia was now sinking in.

 

[Maj]

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The day had been full of so many surprises so far, it made sense that the universe felt the need to toss another one in his direction. Everyone jumped into action as they came under attack again, this time by living targets. This was much worse in Owen’s opinion. He could smash his way through a few squishy dead guys, it was much harder to help fight when their adversaries had guns.

The girls ran to hide, and to be honest, Owen very much wanted to go with them. Gun fights always made him uncomfortable, but he couldn’t leave all the fighting to the others. They needed to get out of here, and unfortunately their getaway vehicle was now compromised. When he looked out the window over Colt he noticed that Ivan was nowhere to be seen.

The sound filled the room, making it hard to think. Screams, gunfire, his ears rang with it. Colt took down one of the soldiers, and soon Marcus had taken one down too. With the two of them firing, he could possibly make it to the truck without getting his brains splattered in the parking lot. Maybe was a shitty word when your life was on the line, but so was everyone else's. If he could get to the truck, he could pull up, grab everyone and try to drive everyone away.

Still, that was a small army of automatic weapons outside, and who was to say the truck wasn’t already beat to hell from the gunfire. Still, he had to do something. Every single instinct in him told him to leave, but against what was likely his better judgement, he decided to stay and help.

“Colt hand me a gun, any gun. And cover me.” Owen tried to keep his trepidation from showing, but his voice shook as he took a handgun from Colt. His chest filled with air as he took a large breath, and then before he could chicken out, jumped through the window Colt busted out.

The parking lot smelled like damp air and blood, and he knew more than anything that the sound of the fight would be attracting the dead to them in minutes. These hazmats didn’t seem to care about their own well being at all. As their numbers fell they still focused on the task of killing off Aurora. Their government had failed them and left them to die for the greater good.

As he ran toward the truck, he saw a hazmat approaching on the open door of the vehicle. Ivan couldn’t have gotten far with his leg how it was. His green eyes settled on a heap of blanket and Owen cursed. He was still in the vehicle. Owen swore, knowing what he was going to have to do.

He had never killed anyone before. It was a point of pride for him, that no matter how shady his work had gotten that he never took a life. Honestly, he had never even gotten close, a few bloody noses, and broken ribs, but nothing that a few weeks of rest couldn’t cure. However, Owen had never been forced to choose between the life of a comrade and a stranger before either.

His hands shook as he lifted the gun. Even as unskilled as he was, he wasn’t in any danger of hitting the russian. If he missed, the truck would be the only thing to suffer. The sight was lined up with the man’s head, at least to the best of his knowledge. As the hazmat lifted his gun and peered into the truck he knew that the time to hesitate was gone.

Owen squeezed the trigger.

He hadn’t prepared for the recoil, this was the first time he had ever even fired a gun. As the force of the shot took him unawares, the gun forced his hands up and the hand gun smacked him in the mouth, blooding his lip on his teeth. The red head swore, his ears pounding from the sound of the shot.

When he looked up, the hazmat was collapsed, but he hadn’t really hit the target he was aiming for. The bullet had been buried in the man’s lower abdomen. Owen watched in horror as the crimson color of his blood soaked into his suit, turning it a burnt orange color. The man screamed and the sound was enough to almost stop him in his tracks. He could leave him there, screaming in pain on the pavement, or he could finish the job and put him out of his misery.

But that meant shooting the gun again, and he wasn’t sure if he had another one in him. Leaving that man on the ground to bleed out was more cruel than death. He was dead regardless, and if Owen didn’t kill him he would only attract more dead to them, not to mention draw the fire of the rest of the hazmats.

Owen walked up to the man who had dropped his gun, he squirmed and groaned, the sound was muffled in the mask but it was still loud. Owen pointed the gun down, hot tears stinging his eyes. He had to do it. It was a mercy at this point, and it was his people vs them. He winced and turned his head away as he squeezed the trigger again.

The screaming stopped.

It took several seconds for Owen to force himself into motion again, he hopped into the driver's seat and turned on the ignition.

“Ivan man, you still breathing back there?”

interactions: King Vioogra (Ivan) Rumble Fish (Colt)
Mentions: The Mad Queen (Jenna) Liezarria (Rouge) Rumble Fish (Milly) Soma Schicksal (Marcus)
In the Area: BunnyQueen (Alex) Hyped_Taco (Micheal) Mackenzie wise (Mack) BloodLightning27 (Brian)

 

[BunnyQueen]

Alex Marcus McCarthy
Location: Moe's Motel
Date: Wednesday, October 17th, 2018
Mention: Maj Rumble Fish King Vioogra The Mad Queen Liezarria Soma Schicksal

One Day I Woke Up Alone
The sound of the engine stalling out cut the sound of the old Johnny Cash cd that her father had and caused the car to do a rolling stop. Alex looked at the gas gage seeing that it was on empty she gave a long sigh leaning forward resting her head on the steering wheel. Looking back up she reached her hand around the steering wheel to the keys and attempted to turn the engine back on. Twisting the key the engine attempted to rev itself up but wasn't getting the gas it needed so it just kept making the same rev noise until Alex let off of the key. Alex looked around at her surroundings making sure none of the walkers were there before grabbing her backpack and gun she slowly opened the car door and lept out of the car. Doing a mental checklist to make sure she had everything she needed Alex tied her short hair back with a hair band and held the revolver tightly in her hand, Alex felt that she would never get used to holding the metallic revolver and feared that she may have to shoot it one day. Taking one last look at her dads truck she started to jog down the road heading forward until she hit something, anything.

Lost in her own world mindlessly running the only thing that grabbed her attention was the sound of a battlefield, Moe's Motel in the distance seemed to be the source of it. Alex broke into a sprint until she made it to a nearby car she slammed into it holding her revolver tight she looked up her breath panicking. In the distance, she could barely see anything but the gunshots still rung out causing her to flinch with every shot, every gunshot would flash her back to her father's death. Despite the fear, she felt Alex needed to investigate and make sure Sarah wasn't at the motel, Alex decided that the people shooting would be to busy to see some random person running down the road. Adrenaline filled her heart and ran through her veins as she lept from cover sprinting down the road into the mysterious war field ahead of her.

Alex looked into the parking lot of the motel from the road they were all too busy killing one another to notice the small girl approaching. There was someone in the window shooting down and people in hazmat uniforms were shooting at the building. 'Which side, which side, which side...' Alex thought to herself while changing her look from the person in the window to the hazmats. When she looked up at the window however she saw someone jump from it and make a dash for a nearby truck as he drew closer to the truck another person in a hazmat suit got in his way. Quickly the man who leaped shot his gun hitting the hazmat, Alex physically took a step forward and the sent of blood ran into her nose, the man who was shot fell to the ground screaming in pain. Alex's heart broke at the sound of the men screams all she could think about was her father getting shot and she watched the leaping man get closer before finally executing the screaming hazmat.

Alex holding her revolver tightly in her hand made a mad dash towards the truck as the man turned the ignition of the truck, the engine revving to life, she ran right up to the drivers side window and slammed the barrel of the revolver into the window loudly before pointing it at the man in the drivers seat. Alex had mixed emotions about well everything now, she had no knowledge of the situation and just witnessed this man execute someone like a dirty dog she couldn't help her reaction. As she held the revolver at the man in the driver's seat her hands were shaking horribly and even though she was close to the man it was highly possible she would miss her shot from the shaking and adrenaline. Alex felt fear fill her heart as her breathing got more erratic she didn't know what to say to the man and the sounds of gunshots almost froze her in place she wished for time to stop and the chaos to recede.


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[Rumble Fish]

Colt was enraged at the sight of Mackenzie running inside the motel. “Are ye stupid?! I told ya to stay in the truck, ya dummy!” she snarled at him as she continued firing out of the window. She peppered one of the Hazzies, the man screaming and his body thrashing from the bullets. Colt’s stare down the barrel of the gun was blank. Emotionless. Everything seemed to go silent. All that she could hear was the dull bangs from the silenced gun. She had to kill. If not, they would all die. She just had to kill. Her movements were like a machine. Fixated. Unflinching. She showed no emotion towards the fallen Hazzies. But internally, she was screaming in fury and terror. So much so, that at first, she did not hear Owen speak at first. She turned her head, blinking away her blank stare as he asked her for a handgun and to follow him. Wordlessly, she threw him her Glock.

Colt severely questioned whether or not this was a good idea. The man said himself that he had no experience with guns. Maybe that was why he wanted her to follow him. She went to Marcus.
“Marcus, get ‘em and start making yer way through the halls, Owen and I will get the rest of these fellers. Keep ‘em calm. Don’t let ‘em panic. Especially the small one.” She said in a blunt tone, devoid of emotion. Her mind was working on overdrive. Kill. Protect. Survive. The three things pulsing through her mind. She opted to leave through the front door, she could not risk going through the window, without her leg it would slow everything down. That and she would prefer for nobody to see it. She gave Marcus a hard pat on the shoulder, “Git goin’” she said, her voice brimming with dominance and encouragement before heading for the door. She needed him at his best now. She had seen him shoot, she had faith.

Colt remained in cover as she looked down the scope of the gun, she and Marcus seemed to have picked most of them off. It was quieter, but it was an eerie stillness. Anything could happen. The place stank of death, old and fresh. Bodies lied in their blood, bodies that would soon be rising and hunting. This was the end. The end of life, the end of civilisation… the end of it all.

Colt heard a commotion at the truck, seeing Owen battling with a Hazzie who was attempting to get into the truck where Ivan hid. He had killed the Hazzie, the gun that had fired was from the Glock, not an assault rifle, Colt could tell just from the ringing of the shot. He seemed dazed and upset at what he had done. Colt sighed through her nose. She wished she could remember feeling like that. The first time she had killed a man. It was a distant memory, one she could hardly remember. But killing was easy. And she hated how easy it became. That was not a life that had just been snuffed out. It was an obstacle.

But as Colt watched what was happening, she spotted something that caused her to surge into action. A young girl, not much older than Milly appeared from the side of the truck, revolver in hand and pointing it right into the window of the driver’s seat. The woman raised her assault rifle, her instinct telling her to shoot the teenager. She was going to kill Owen! And she had to die! But as she was about to pull the trigger, the quiet sober voice in the back of her head managed to shout through.

Colt dropped her M16, charging at the girl. From the side, Colt let out a shout as she chopped the girl’s arm holding the gun, forcing the hand to open and drop the fire-arm. Colt grabbed and attempted to pin the girl against the side of the truck. Owen had saved her life. She would be damned if she was going to stand by and let this happen. Colt growled as she breathed, her nostrils flared with rage. What was this girl thinking? If Colt wanted to, she could have shot her to pieces. She was ready to kill her! But… there had been enough innocent blood lost. With a snarl, she looked the girl in the eye. They were dark and wild. She wanted to soften it, reassure her. But she couldn't.

“Ya mad cun-” she snarled dangerously, but halted as soon as she realised that the girl she had just pinned to the side of the truck, was out cold. The only thing keeping her rupright was the vice like grip she had on the youngster's shoulders. Colt glowered at the unconcious girl, now facing a dilema. She had intended to kill Owen. But... she was young. While Colt wanted to simply put a bullet in her head, she simply could not. With a growl, she opened the back of the truck, placing the girl onto the bed, ensuring she could breathe. She did not want to take her with them. But what choice did she have? If she had left a young teenager out to die, she would basically be throwing away everthing in her code of honour. She could be taken back to the Lodge for treatment. But Colt was not going to let this slide easily. Recovery then interrogate. Coming this close to killing one of her charges was not something she was willing to simply forget.

Slamming the truck door, she waved to signal Marcus to come out with the girls. She had stooped to retrieve her gun, but just as she did, she heard something that made her spring back onto her feet. The running of heavy boots. She turned to see one more Hazmat, running around the side of the hotel, out of sight of the group emerging. There was no time to retrieve the gun. Dropping her rucksack, Colt took out her combat knife from one of her many pockets. The only thought; Kill.

Everything was a haze, her movements resembled that of a mechanical puma, driven by one motive. Programmed. With a feral howl, she launched at the Hazmat, who instantly turned in fright, firing a shot as he did. Colt felt no pain and only heard a metallic chink from the bullet hitting the titanium limb. Leaping, she tackled the hazmat. Everything went black. Her throat was ripped from the howls, her arm ached from the constant motion, her hands were wet, her face and front stained in crimson, an angry, copper-stinking and deep red river snaked down the fluorescent yellow of the suit. The man’s screams were muffled by the mask. Faceless. Even as the fighting stopped, she could not stop. The desert dust stung her eyes and booms of explosions and gunfire rang around her. Screams from a foreign language was barely audible.

But just like that, it stopped. Colt froze. She looked down at the body. The chest and torso were reduced to a mush. Where organs ended and others began was beyond her. She glanced at her combat knife. Or of what was left. During the stabbing, the blade had broken off. How long had she been stabbing them with a broken knife? Did they ever re-animate? The woman stood up, her eyes cast down at the body. She could not bear to look at anyone. Why did she do that? The woman shook a little as her mind fought with her. She did not even turn around.

“…Git in. And go.” She said lowly, her voice gravelly from her painful throat. What now?
I don't know if this song
Is a surrender or a revel
I don't know if this one
Is about me or the devil
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interactions: Soma Schicksal (Marcus) BunnyQueen (Alex) Mackenzie wise (Mack) Maj (Owen)
Mentions: King Vioogra (Ivan) The Mad Queen (Jenna) Liezarria (Rouge)
In the Area: Hyped_Taco (Micheal) BloodLightning27 (Brian)

 

[King Vioogra]

Ivan's breath quickened into a sort of historical pant as he lay there motionless under the disgusting blanket. As the sound of gunshots started to erupt through the air, a sense of panic fell over him. He was frozen in fear, unsure of who would live and who would die in this encounter. He’d only felt this scared and powerless a few times in his life, and silent tears started to firm in his eyes as he began quietly doubting whether they'd make it out alive. Who reasonably stood a better chance in this? A team of trained military professionals, or a few young adults who most of which had no idea what they were doing. His mind started wandering to places he hadn't been in a long time as the sound of his heartbeat that had just been pounding in his ears was drowned out by shot after shot from whatever firearms were involved. He was tempted over and over again with each pause in fire to remove the blanket, but decided against it in fear of what was waiting for him. A shot erupted from near the truck followed by a deathly scream. Another shot. A quiet shudder escaped Ivan as the thought crossed his kind that he hadn't really seen the new guy go inside, so that could've very well been him. When the strange yet somehow familiar voice filled his ears, he nearly threw the blanket off of him after wiping the sour tears from his face and regaining his composure. As he removed the blanket, he was met with the relief of air that didn't smell like a junkies nut and old alcohol, and the sight of Owen's face was definitely more comforting than an hazmat mask.

“Unfortunately. Jesus Christ that thing reeks.”

He said in response to Owen, keeping his mild panic under control as he reapplied his cool and collected attitude, sniffing in quickly and wiping his face quickly. If Owen made a comment he could easily say that the odor under the blanket was so tangible that it made his eyes sting, so he had an alibi that wasn’t ‘I cried like a bitch thinking you were all dead.’ As he looked around the parking lot, he heard metal against glass along with the sound of a revolver hammer clicking, and his head immediately turned to the passenger window. He saw the girl pointing the gun at Owen and instinctively reached for his hip. When there was nothing there, he quickly used his free foot to knock the seat lock loose. He watched as Colt ran towards the girl as the driver seat fell back quickly. Even if she got a shot off before Colt got to her, she most likely wouldn't hit anything, then she sprinted towards one of the leftover hazzies and turned his chest into a bowl of chili. His jaw dropped a bit as he watched it happen. It wasn't necessarily a surprise to him. She'd been under a lot of stress since they left the lodge, and this was just the cherry on the sandwich, it didn't need to be there. As she approached the car, he looked at her with worry and understanding instead of a look of fear she was most likely getting from everyone else. He slipped the jacket from his back and prepared to hand it to her once she got in the truck. She hadn't even gotten in and he could already smell the blood that stained her clothes. This run could've gone worse, but it was still pretty shitty. He’d definitely have to talk to Colt after he got his knee out back in.
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[The Mad Queen]

Jenna: Moe's Motel​

Jenna followed orders like a good soldier, staying low, quiet and making sure to keep behind the door. She still kept the cane in hand, waiting in case the battle outside turned against the other survivors.
She listened to the gunshots and the screaming but kept her focus on the dog. She whined with the sound of each shot fired but Jenna wasn't afraid of the animal giving them away.
Instead, she knelt down and started to pat the German Shepard, wrapping her arms around the dog.
"Shh..." She whispered, softly "It's alright."

The whining started to get more quiet, but didn't stop altogether. Jenna just hoped it would be enough, that the Fascist Hazmats would be too occupied and the other survivors could take them out.
She hadn't been counting the shots, but it had to be over soon. They'd need to run of course, as the sound would be attracting the infected. The gunfight was like a dinner bell to them.

Kissing the dog on the forehead, Jenna pet behind her ears again as the whining got even quieter.
"I still don't have a name for you. What are you thinking?"

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

Doctor Ralph Fisher: The Suburbs​

It didn't take Ralph long to fall asleep. His body ached from everything he had done that day. Part of him didn't want to sleep, a little bit fearful for the potential nightmares he might have but he brushed it aside, shutting his eyes and submitting within a few minutes. He was a quiet sleeper, not making so much as a peep or even moving in his state.

He wasn't sure how much time had passed when Fisher opened his eyes, but the first thing he did was gently push the door open to the bedroom, checking on the girl but making sure he didn't disturb her.

BloodLightning27

 

[Oslonaut]

S A R A H​

Dinoco Gas Station

Wednesday night, October 17th, 2018

Solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong. Winston Churchill

The night had fallen quick. The Dinoco gas station was only a few blocks away from the hospital and on a hill that gave Sarah good view of its rear parking lot-- including the stone steps that lead downward into a side entrance, hidden behind a border of decorative bushes. The lights at the gas station had been switched off and most of the portable gas tanks in the convenience store had been taken and presumably used. Thankfully, the place still had just enough juice left to fill her new quad bike up. Even if she’d had portable gas tanks at her disposal to take whatever was left, Sarah had given Alex the truck bed to put them on. So she’d have to figure something else out on the outside… if she ever made it out of Aurora alive to begin with.

After cracking open a small container of ibuprofen tablets, the ragged young woman took a few before swallowing them down with an ice cold Fiji water. It would only dull the pain that had reemerged in her arm slightly, but she was completely willing to accept any small victory she could at this point. She proceeded afterwards by making sure she filled her satchel with everything she thought she needed for the infiltration: a flashlight, a screwdriver, a crowbar, a couple of boxes of ammo from the pouch on the quad, and a bandana to cover her nostrils from the stench of death she could smell all the way from here. To imagine what it smelled like inside was practically impossible. She hadn’t eaten since yesterday, but her appetite was nuked to oblivion anyway.

Tying the black bandana around the lower half of her face, Sarah walked over to the window and gazed out at the dark backlot afar. A few shambling silhouettes were scattered about. But not enough that she had to worry about sneaking past them with any difficulty. She remembered the last few she’d seen… their pale white eyes made them seem blind as bats, but they could apparently see well enough still to pursue anyone nearby. So she’d still have to practice caution. With her satchel stocked and slung from her shoulder, Sarah pulled out her glock and gave it a final check. Briefly, she looked up and out of the window once more… before seeing a pair of deep red eyes staring at her from high above on the hospital rooftop. She froze. Then blinked, and the crimson eyes of the beast became flashing red aviation lights at the corner of the roof.

Holstering her gun, she issued a deep sigh before reaching into her bag for her flashlight. The sooner she got her medication… the better. Before she could proceed and exit the dark gas station, however...


Interaction: Maj

 

[Hyped_Taco]

¨Im ready¨ *Said Michael with a confidence he never had before*

(Michael finally exits his home, and counts only 2 zombies outside)

¨Mhh… If im planning to make this street my base, I need to eliminate all the vile beast that inhabit it now. ¨

*Michael now takes out his M1911*

(He coughs twice) ¨…FUCKING ZOMBIES GET OUT OF MY STREET, REEEEEEEEEEE!!!¨ *Michael reee´s with the might of 10 4chan users *

(Both zombies finally notice Michael, and start walking towards him)

*He accommodates his glasses*

¨As I expected, this shall be an easy battle¨ *He beggings shooting at them*

¨DIE YA MOTHERFUCKERS!!¨ *Michael either fails his shoots or only hits their chests*

¨I… I have been forced to use my ultimate ability, I´ll use my katana¨ *He takes his mall weapon out, and begins to swing it at the zombies*

¨Why aren’t you fucks being cut to pieces?!!!¨ *The sword is barely even scratching the zombies, But Michael eventually manages to kill the two zombies who were, at the most part already crippled)

¨…Took longer than expected, but now my quest finally continu…. ¨ (Before he can finish his sentence, Michael sees a horde of nearly 25 zombies quickly approaching him).

¨Oh fuck, I better just re-enter my hou… NANI?!!¨ *The door isn’t opening, The neckbeard forgot his keys inside*

*Michael loses all of his new found confidence and courage, and begins to runs with tears in his eyes like a bitch from the horde who by now started to chase him*

¨I WANNA LIVE!!!¨(He screams)

 

[Maj]

Owen was almost entirely unaware of the young girl coming up behind him. He only noticed her presence when Colt knocked her unconscious and threw her in the back of the truck. Where were all these fucking people coming from and why were there small children trying to kill him? There wasn’t time to mess around, the hazmats were finally mostly dispatched, but the gunshots would draw the monsters to them within moments.

Colt had climbed into the car, absolutely saturated in hazmat blood. It was clear that whatever threads she was holding herself together with were fraying. They needed to get everyone back to the lodge, but with all the extra mouths to feed Owen also knew that he they were going to need more supplies. Sleeping bags, food, many of them were injured and more medicine and first aid supplies would also likely do them some good.

He left the ignition running and turned to his gore soaked companion. She wasn’t going to like his idea, but he wasn’t sure there was another solution that made sense. He sighed and with shaking fingers pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his coat pocket and put one of the slim tubes between his lips.

“Before you immediately cut me off and tell me no, I need you to hear me out.” Owen lit the cigarette and took a drag, leaving the thing between his fingers.

“We need to get out of here, and a lot of these people need shelter, food, first aid even. But we also need more supplies and I can get around the town much faster on my own. Ivan is hurt, and I don’t trust anyone else to get them back safely….” He trailed off, waiting for her to weigh in.

Colt’s expression did not change from that blank stare as she got up and headed back towards the truck. Her mind was swimming with guilt and self-hatred; how could she kill someone that easily? It still made no sense to her. As she approached Owen, she already knew that he had something else on his mind.

As he spoke, first telling her to say nothing until she had heard him out, her expression did not change. But once he had finally spoken, explaining what he wanted. The woman’s green eyes blinked as she pieced together what he was insinuating. She slowly looked to the truck, then to survivors at the door.

“...I’m drunk.” she said in a gravelly and blunt tone, “I’ll go. Would end up killin’ em.” she said, not looking at the man as she spoke. But just as she said that, she suddenly remembered Owen’s own injury to his knee. Colt groaned and harshly smacked herself several times in the side of her head. Idiot!

“Yer hurt, though.”

“It’s not that bad. And honestly I think I have the highest chance for success on my own. I’m faster, quieter and I know the streets the best.” He took another long drag off his cigarette. It was true, his knee was sore and swollen, but it wasn’t anything that would really bother him if he took the roads instead of the rooftops. Owen wasn’t planning on making that many stops anyway, maybe a run to the grocery store or a convenience store.

On top of that, Colt was fading fast. Her strength maybe not so much but her mental state was deteriorating and the quicker he could get her back to some form of safety the sooner she would start to decompress. The display he had just witnessed from her was truly unsettling, but he understood it to a degree. It couldn’t have been easy to be stuck back in a war-zone.

“Not to mention you need rest Colt. We all do, and we will all get it in the most time efficient way possible if you get these people to safety and let me round up the last of the supplies and meet you back. I won’t be but a few hours behind you.” He gave her a reassuring look before glancing down at the gun in his lap.

“Can I hang on to this?”

Colt, once again did not say anything as he spoke, trying to assure her that his knee was not as bad as she thought but she was still concerned about it. If anything happened to Owen out there, she’d only have herself to blame. Shutting her eyes, she kept them closed for quite some time. She could still hear the chaos and the destruction, despite the deafening silence in the real world. When he mentioned that she needed rest, as well as everyone else she looked up.

“I’ve been through worse.” she said before looking towards the gun he was holding in his hand as he asked her to hold onto it. It was her favorite Glock. With it’s smooth and black barrel, the grainy texture of the grip and how comfortably it sat in her hand. She wanted to take it from him. But, he would need it for being out there alone.

“Keep a bend in yer elbow. Relax the shoulders. And look through the sight with both eyes.” she said bluntly. If he was going to use the thing, he might as well know how to use it, “Where would ya go?”

He drank in all of Colt’s advice before nodding and making sure the safety was on and sliding it into the pocket of his coat. The red head was not a master of firearms by any stretch of the imagination. The copper taste in his mouth from his busted lip was enough proof of that. If he had it his way, he wouldn’t have to fire it again anyway but if push came to shove he would do his best to remember what Colt had told him.

“I’m just going to round up some food mostly, we have a lot of mouths to feed now, and any first aid stuff I can scrounge up. I’m likely going to hit up the convenience stores first, they won't be as crowded as the grocery stores I think.” He cocked his head as he thought about it.

“There is a gas station near the hospital I’ll likely empty out.” The messages was unspoken but clear. If he didn’t come back, that was where to start her search. The male shut off the engine and pulled the keys out of the ignition and put them in Colt’s hand, firmly pressing them into her palm.

“Go straight to the lodge, be safe. You’ve got this.” Without any more hesitation Owen stepped back out of the truck with his bat and a bag. He almost asked her to give Andy a message, but thought better of it, that felt like he wasn’t coming back and he had all intentions of showing back up at the lodge. Owen gave a sort of half wave without turning around to face the truck, walking toward the edge of the parking lot.

“I won't keep you waiting long.”

“Good, good.” she sighed, shaking her shaggy head as she spoke. She had to stay awake if she was going to drive. As he then described that he was going to go to the hospital, she looked up fully, gulping a little. Her throat was sore from the screaming but she did not want to ask for water. Not now. She did not deserve it.

“While yer there,” she said, “If you could pick up some gabapentin or morphine, it’s for the…” she moved her leg a little, hoping to get the point across without having to explicitly say it. She gripped onto the keys as he handed them to her before grabbing his things and saying his hopefully-temporary goodbye. Colt watched him go, raising her hand in a half wave before it faltered. She turned to the rest of her new group. This group she had to lead.

“E’vryone, inside.” she instructed them before gathering together her own bag and supplies she had gathered and sitting in the driver’s seat. Starting the ignition, she let out a long, drawn out sigh as she allowed the truck to creep from the parking lot. The weight of everything pulled down on her shoulders. She did not know if she was going to be able to keep it together for their sake.

Under the pressure.
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The lodge
Dusk (Aprox. 6pm)

With all the wisdom of a girl who had experience hauling dead things through the woods, Andy went to the shed and found some blue tarp and a spool of rope. She looped the rope through the eyelets and tied it into handles, with practiced hands she turned it into a gurney of sorts. Bodies, animal or human, slid better across the ground if they had less resistance.

“Here,” Andy offered laying the tarp on the ground. She grabbed one of the corpses by both arms and put her weight behind it to pull it onto the tarp. Grunting from the extra weight on her ankle, the red head was successful.

“We can probably haul them off a few at a time this way, it works for deer.” She was reaching for another body when she heard the sound of a truck coming up the dirt road to the lodge. It didn’t dawn on her that it could be anything but her brother, so many times she had heard his old car driving up the way. As she stood up to look she could see Colt’s familiar face driving the vehicle, it was full of people, many of which she did not recognize. She scanned the truck for Owen’s mop of red hair and her heart fell.

Her brother was not with them.

Andy limped up to the truck as it pulled into a parking position, still searching. When she found nothing her eyes looked up to the people driving in the cab wide and full of worry. Ivan had promised to keep an eye on him. She shouldn’t have let him go out with strangers, did they abandon him? If he died, what happened to his corpse? Was he still wandering around the town searching for people to chew up?

“Where is Owen?”

 

[FireMaiden]

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Location: The Jordan Lodge
Interaction: Maj (Andy) Brax (Luca) King Vioogra (Ivan) TheTreForce (The Bakeman)
Mentioned: Rumble Fish (Colt/Milly) Soma Schicksal (Marcus) Mackenzie wise (Mackenzie) Liezarria (Rouge) The Mad Queen (Jenna)
She couldn't exactly hear what Luca had said, but she knew what he wanted them to do after watching him pull the corpse from where he had beaten it down. Looking down at the body now missing half of it's head, Leliana puffed up her cheeks a small bit, sighing through her nose. She shouldn't have a problem dragging it away from the lodge, she moved fifty pound boxes all the time. And the body didn't look to heavy. Saying that made her feel a little weird, this was obviously once someone, but somehow Leliana had managed to make it almost unrecognizable. Anyway, Leliana dropped her bat to the side, and leaned down to grab the dead man's arms, giving him a few good tugs to get just legs out from underneath him, before she walked around and took ahold of his ankles.

It wasn't easy, sure, especially not across grass and multch, but it wasn't impossible. Leliana had moved unconscious bodies, dead weight, and then of course, random supplies during her time as a housekeeper at Moe's, it was just...maybe the principle of it. She wasn't to far from the drive way to begin with, so it only took her a few minutes to get her body over with the others. Looking to Luca, a quick glance down to his abdomen, she spoke. Good, his stiches were still together. "I'm going to let you guys handle this. The groups who went out earlier could be back any time, and I should be clean in case anyone is injured," She said giving the small group a soft smile. Killing zombies was one thing, all hands on deck. Burning them litteraly only took like two people.

She gave a little concerned glance to Andy as she stepped past, eyes going down to her leg. Leliana was going to have to rewrap it just to make sure it was sitting safe, and she should talk to the older guy to make sure he hasn't gotten hurt. Geez, day two, and everyone was already injured in someway. Anyway, she had reached the steps when she heard what sounded like a car not to far off, so Leliana figured she better hurry up. She decided to leave her blood soaked sweater hanging there on the porch, and rushed upstairs to grab her tank top from this morning, and a jacket. It was her employee jackeet from Moe's, so it wasn't the best choice maybe, but she needed to clean herself up. Next stop was the bathroom. Running some water, and finding a rag, she washed the blood off her face, arms, and hands, but for now ignored what little had splattered on her legs. She would take a shower later amyway.

Leliana, after she was done, hurried back downstairs, and out the front door. The air was tense, she could tell something was wrong. She coukd see it on Andys faxe as she approached the truck. Speak of the truck, it was packed. She could Colt, Ivan, Marcus, and a bunch of strangers. And then no Owen. An anxious knot form in the put of her stomach like a hurricane going 100 miles per hour. Leliana quickly however tried to bury that feeling, making her way to truck, a slight neutral expression on her face. Giving a smile to Ivan through the door, she gave a warning she was going to open it, a cleared her throat. "Welcome back everyone!" A small smile, as she hadn't noticed Ivan's knee yet, though her next message was for the entire truck. "Anyone who is injured, or think they may be injured, please come talk to me either now or once you're settled, even if you don't want to or if you've already been taken care of."

 

[BloodLightning27]

Agent Brian Rousseau
Age: 36
Location: Moe's Motel >>>>>>> Lodge
Interactions: Other Survivors; Lilianna FireMaiden

Just Waste 'em As he kept the Soldier in a choke, Brian no longer saw a purpose in holding him hostage. These men were going to attempt to complete their mission at any cost. Attempts to talk will most likely result in him in getting shot in the face. No, not his beautiful, flawless face. Brian then proceeded to stick his gun to the temple of his hostage, the bayonet of the gun cutting through the side of the gas mask and simply pulled the trigger. Not too much blood got into his face and he ensured that it would not get into his eyes or his mouth. Commandeering the Assault Rifle, Brian took the remaining Magazines before proceeding to hide behind cover as he approached the sound of gunfire. It would seem that the deceased soldier's squad mates were fighting with other survivors. Those survivors would most likely end up dead if he didn't do something now. While he was relieved to know that there were other survivors, they were all still in danger.

Charging in was suicide, so he had to plan things carefully. One thing was for sure, if the gunfire doesn't stop soon, the zombies would be drawn to the location, along with reinforcements. With the Hazmat Team distracted, he proceeded to unleash a barrage of bullets on them from behind, shooting them all in the back, from the spines, to their necks, to the backs of their heads. Once the last Hazmat fell to the ground, Brian ceased fire. "Cease fire, I'm not one of them and I'm not infected. Who's your leader, I would like to speak with them!" Brian called out, even letting the rifle hang from its sling while putting his hands up.

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Refuge at lastAfter a lengthy conversation, Brian would end up joining the other survivors. Even as highly trained as he was, even Brian knew when it was time to ask for help, or accept it. He was soon relieved when he was told that they had a safe place to go to hunker down. From there, hopefully Brian could plan for all of them to escape Aurora alive and tell their story. At this point, seeing that his Agency fucked him over, Brian decided that he was going to be seeing his resignation once he goes public with the evidence of the outbreak. As they had arrived at the Lodge, Brian breathed a sigh of relief. A young girl proceeded to welcome them back. Sighing, he allowed her to examine her, wanting to get it over with. Up next was finding a bed to rest, as he hadn't gotten all that much sleep over the last two days.

Shinoa Bradford
Age: 17
Location: Home (Suburbs) >>>>>>>> Lodge
Interactions: Doctor Fisher The Mad Queen , Lilianna FireMaiden

Pregnancy Progression: 39 Weeks, 1 Day

Countdown to Childbirth

Restless Night Most of the time that Shinoa attempted to spend trying to sleep would end up being spent tossing and turning due to cramps and aches, perhaps a few minor contractions. While they weren't all that strong, they were strong enough to keep the young mother awake. Sighing, Shinoa would sit up, still relaxing into her pillows, putting the one that was in between her legs aside. Straightening out her robe, she straightened out her hair before looking down at her belly with despair, worried that she may not make it out alive. But she wanted to see her child grow up and to be a happy and loving mother, and to see her Father be a loving Grandfather. Or even her Grandmother be a Great Grandmother. Quietly, she started caressing the belly, even running her hand along the material of her robe. She then saw the silhouette of Doctor Fisher standing at her door out of the corner of her eye. "Trouble sleeping as well, Doctor Fisher?" She asked, frowning as she continued to caress her belly, hoping that her unborn daughter would calm down and stop fidgeting.
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Refuge At LastThe duo were soon greeted by other survivors passing through. After a brief conversation, they had decided to leave with the other survivors. Grabbing her backpack and duffle bag, Shinoa gave her living room one last look, hoped the best for her Grandmother before shutting the door. Hopefully everything would be cleared up soon, so that the survivors could rebuild once the infected are exterminated and they're allowed to return to their normal lives, if that chance were to present itself. In the meantime, there were two things that Shinoa had to worry about; getting out of Aurora alive and the impending birth of her daughter.

Once they had arrived at their destination, they were greeted by a young brunette woman. After a man in a suit was finished, Shinoa decided to go ahead and get examined next. "I'm not exactly injured, but...I'm pregnant." She commented, smiling nervously as she made eye contact with the other woman.

 

[Brax]

While the clown-car equivalent of a truck pulled up to the lodge, Luca was busy searching the depths of the shed for something that was flammable. He took a minute to visually sift through the various items within. Eventually, he was able to locate the red plastic container and pick it up by firmly grasping the handle at it’s side. It wasn’t particularly heavy or full, but it certainly had enough petroleum in it to get the job done. Luca was sure to close the doors to the shed and lock them before walking toward the truck. He immediately noticed that there was an influx of mouths to feed. The Italian casually walked up to the tarp, keeping quiet. He immediately noticed that Owen wasn’t with the group. Obviously, Andy had noticed as well because she had been inquisitive about it. Hues turned from Andy’s back to Colt. He continued scanning the rest of the group in silence, which seemed to be battered up at best. Andy didn’t care to focus on the extra heads, though that was understandable. When his eyes fell upon a man in a suit standing upright, Luca extended a finger toward him.

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“You, what’s your name? Grab the other end of this tarp and help me drag this pile of shit to the trash heap.” The man waited for Brian to make his way to the other end of the tarp and grab the handle. Then, the mobster’s eyes found themselves fixated on Colt once more, who was responsible for leading the run.

“Colt, on me. Let’s go.”

Luca began dragging the pile of zombies from the driveway. The trio would make their way around the side of the house and eventually found themselves in the backyard. About a hundred yards further provided a large pit with ash sitting in the base. Andy’s uncle used to dispose the trash at the lodge by setting it ablaze. Luca dragged his side of the tarp over the pit, using a foot to help slide the bodies off of the plastic cover in the process. Then he uncapped the gas canister, pouring its contents all over the three zombies.

The mobster reached into his back pocket and removed a small pack of matches. He began walking around the side of the pit before nonchalantly tossing the matches over to Brian. Luca moved a few feet away from the pit and crossed his arms, waiting for the suit-clad gentleman to set the zombies ablaze while staring at Colt.

“All right. I want the shortest version possible of why the hell it took you all day to gather up all these heads, and fucking lose Owen in the process.”

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Colt remained silent as they travelled back. Once they pulled up at the lodge, she waited a few moments before emerging from the driver’s seat. She was sick with stress and worry. She knew Andy had noticed Owen was missing, and so did Luca. She could see it in his face. But it seemed Luca was preoccupied by Things. Colt jumped and reached for her Glock at the sight of them, but stopped as soon as she realised the Things were dead. He ordered her to walk alongside him while he and the new suited man, Brian moved the bodies. Colt did not protest. From his tone, she knew what he wanted.

Once the task was done, she looked to Luca as he demanded to know what had happened and how she managed to lose Owen. Despite her seething thoughts and impulse to snarl at him for jumping to conclusions, she simply breathed heavily and deeply. She knew that her whole front being coated in blood, mucus and god-knows what else would cause anyone to think such things. Despite her inebriation and mental exhaustion, she fought back against those thoughts in order to speak.

“Owen’s alive.” she said bluntly, her voice breathy and gravelly, “He’s fine. He went off to scavenge more since we had all these people to bring back.” she added, “If he isn’t back in the hour, I’ll personally look for him.” she shut her eyes for a moment, desperately trying to keep herself contained and able.

“We had some setbacks. Things attacked the gun-shop and the motel. We had to take detours to avoid being killed. My fault. But…” she tilted her head to one side, struggling to keep herself standing straight, “We got what we need. Food, weapons, ammo, Owen’s looking for medicine.”

She looked back to the truck before slowly turning to resume her gaze towards Luca, “They were unarmed. Vulnerable. They would have died otherwise. But… it’s your call.” she finished, now watching him and waiting for his response. He did not need to know who or what had caused all of their problems. That was unimportant.

Luca listened to her response, raising a hand to rub his chin while Brian set the zombies on fire. He knew that he couldn’t possibly expect everything to go perfect, but everyone who had left was alive. When Colt mentioned that she would go out to personally look for Owen if he didn’t return in the hour, Luca let out a loud chuckle. He extended an eyebrow up, blue iris staring into the woman’s own as the skin between his eyebrows began to crease up. Then, she continued explaining the situation. They had gotten supplies, just as they were meant to do.

“If you think I’m going to let you go out looking for Owen then you’re off your fucking rocker, lady.” The man removed his last cigarette from the pack, tossing the container onto the burning pile of bodies. He lit the opposite end, inhaling its burning contents.

“It’s time for you to take it easy. We can let Leliana and Andy decide where the others are going to stay. It might have been a long day, but you made it back in one piece. Have one of the new guys bring me a new gun and a pack of cigarettes when you walk back.”

There was a pause.

“... Make sure it’s a big gun. Now. Go.” He shooed her away.

“Bring him with you.” Luca cocked his head toward Brian, the subject of his statement.

“I let him go off alone. I should look.” she opposed. He then said that she needed to take it easy, something Colt was surprised at. How could she take it easy? Owen was still out there, they had all these new people, the Lodge had been attacked in her absence, there was a million things that could go wrong that needed her attention. She could not “take it easy” even if she wanted to.

At his request of cigarettes, Colt sighed heavily. She had attempted to chuckle but simply did not have the will. She reached into one of her many pockets on her cargo pants, pulling out the small box she had retrieved from her apartment.

“Virginia Slims. Ain’t got nothing else. ‘Pologies for that.” she said as she ran a hand down her blood soaked face, hopefully her next piece of news would be better, “And I got a Robinson Armament XCR in the truck. But, he might have better. And cigs.” she asked before looking to Brian, giving him a wave for him to follow her. On her way back, she intended to assure Andy that her brother was alive. She had not failed. Well… mostly. Within the compounds of her muddled mind, as far as Colt was concerned, she had failed completely. Owen went off alone, Ivan was badly injured and she had barely been able to keep her shit together. What made Luca think she could do this job, she could not understand.

"Too bad."

When Luca heard that the cigarettes were Virginia Slims, he got excited. The man didn’t have prior experience to the brand, but at this point it didn’t matter. What did was the fact that he had at least a small reserve of cigarettes to last him the next few hours. Tomorrow he would have to either figure out how to properly ration or go out and risk his life for more. The correct option was obvious to a sane individual, but Luca used nicotine heavily as a crutch for his sanity. He extended a hand to grab the pack of cigarettes, immediately noticing something was off. His smile remained intact, but it felt rather skinny.

“I’ll take the gun, thanks.”

The last cigarette from the previous back still burning between his lips, Luca opened the pack of cigarettes he was gifted while Colt and Brian made their way from the backyard. Instantaneously, the man’s smile devolved into a rather large frown. Luca removed a cigarette from the pack. He noticed it was obnoxiously long and skinny. It was the most feminine smoking apparatus that he had ever seen in his life.

Luca let out a guttural groan.

BloodLightning27 Maj FireMaiden ​

 

[Rumble Fish]

Collab between Rumble Fish Soma Schicksal

Everything was a blur for Milly, she had fought tooth and nail to stay inside the motel. She had to stay there to wait for her mother! Eventually, she had to be blindfolded in order for her to be brought into the truck. She spent the journey rocking back and forth in her seat. The smells of the inside of the truck coupled with the stench of blood from the scarred woman coupled with the motion of the truck only made her more upset. She had not been in any kind of vehicle for years and felt awful.

Finally, the truck came to a halt and everyone began to leave. Milly looked outside, seeing two men dragging monsters behind the large building. She whimpered and kept low, looking out the door of the truck. She clung to her teddy as she rocked back and forth anxiously. The volume of voices, the smells, so many strangers, the absence of her mother and the knowledge that there was a frightening possibility that she would never go home again was simply too much for her to endure. While everyone left, she stayed in the truck, too frightened to move.
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Marcus stayed quiet like the last time he was in the truck, only this time it lacked the peace and quiet he had before. All these people and what seemed to be two children. One was knocked out from what he remembered seeing in the distance as Colt's attempt to save Owen but something told Marcus she meant no harm but in a spur of the moment situation like that he supposed Colt had no choice. The other was huddled in a corner unable to pull herself together it seemed like, was something wrong with her? Trauma maybe? He spent most of the trip just trying his best to think, what could he have done better, and what did Colt think of him?

The man gave a soft sigh before noticing they had arrived back at the lodge, it was a surprisingly quicker trip but maybe that was due to them clearing the highway of abandoned vehicles beforehand. Marcus stretched and got out of the truck forgetting that Andy would be worried for her brother, she seemed to be fearing the worst so he probably shouldn't tell her that he was injured but decided to go anyway to gather more supplies. At least that would give him one less man to worry about getting in his w-...no Marcus don't think like that...he’s a good mam and that's probably why you are so jealous of what he and Colt have… Eventually, the silver-haired man answered Andy.

“Owen is fine, he went to go gather more supplies. I don't know where specifically but Colt should know more detail since they spoke to each other last.” He finished with, but as he was going to walk back to the lodge he looked back to the young girl he remembered her name as being Milly. Heh, the name reminded him of that trendy dance. He made his way back into the vehicle to see if she needed help.

“Hey...umm Milly was it? I didn't tell you my name before. I'm Marcus, it's nice to meet you... I uh. I know you are probably scared or in shock but I want to help you, mind telling me what's wrong?” He had no idea if she would see her mother again but that had to be the issue. “Your mother will find us soon, this was a way better option than staying at that dingy motel, you think you can try to trust me a little?” He gave her a sweet smile reaching his hand out to her but not touching her.
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Milly practically jumped out of her skin as the man, Marcus approached her. She squeaked and pushed back further into the wall of the truck. She was unsure if she wanted to answer the man. Only speak when spoken too, that was what she had said. She could only stare at him with the occasional sob as tears streaked down her face. She looked down a little as she tried hard to think of an answer.

“But… I want to go home.” she squeaked worryingly. She did not want to go inside there, surrounded by strangers. What if they were scary and mean? She looked around anxiously, desperate. She was thirsty, her throat was dry and her stomach ached and growled from not eating as well as the stress of the last few days.
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“Milly...I need you to understand for me that your home isn't safe right now...those monsters are there...if you can trust me then I promise I'll help you get back to your mother alright? I'll protect you.” He offered, trying his best to reassure her but damn he was horrible at this convincing stuff, he even failed for the most part when it came to talking to Colt, what hope did he have with this girl. He was never good with kids anyway so if talking to her and trying to reassure her wouldn't work then he wasn't sure what to do. He kept the extended arm a little longer hoping should take his word and trust him.
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Milly squeaked and looked at the man as he promised that he could help her find her mother and keep her safe. She was seriously unsure if she could trust the man. But through her panicky mind, she was able to think. She wished her mother was here, but… she was not. She watched as everyone went inside. Maybe she could. But she would still have to go outside. She looked at Marcus, tears still leaking from her one grey, one baby blue eyes. What choice did she have?

“...Can I wear this?” she looked at the blindfold on her lap. She was still too afraid to step outside, even for just a moment. It was the only solution she had.
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He could see she still didn't trust him for the moment but she seemed to give in. He smiled, wow great you actually did well this time Marcus. She wanted to wear the blindfold, it was odd but maybe she could explain as they walked to the lodge. He nodded and grabbed the blindfold helping her get it on being sure to not make the knot tight on her head. He held her hand and helped her out of the truck.

“Thanks for trusting me, did you want me to carry you inside or do you think you can walk?” He asked wanting her to feel like she had control of the situation, either way, didn't matter to him.
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Milly gulped a little as she took his hand to get out of the truck. She was still wearing her small rucksack and holding onto her teddy as she went. Despite her fear, she was slightly more relaxed now she had her blindfold on. She then turned her head in his direction as he asked if she could walk.

“I think-think I can,” she mumbled as she started walking, with him hopefully showing her the way. As much as she hated being here, and wanted to leave as much as possible, she was too scared to consider going herself. Don’t go anywhere alone. Don’t go outside. That was what she had always been taught and she was not going to ignore her mother’s advice.
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“Alrighty then, I'll lead the way.” He began walking to the lodge deciding to ask questions. “You don't mind answering questions as we walk right? I was just curious why you like wearing blindfolds outside?” Maybe he could help her more if he could piece together her issues.

“Sorry if you don't feel like answering, you don't have to. I was just curious since it would make it easier to help you.” He added being as truthful as he could with the girl.
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Milly still jumped at every small noise on the short journey to the Lodge, though to her it felt infinitely longer. At his question about the blindfold, she did not answer straight away. She wasn’t supposed to answer stranger’s questions, right? But… he was not really a stranger anymore. So, she probably could.

“Um… I haven’t actually,” she coughed a couple of times, “Been outside s-since I was eight.” she answered slowly, “I’m thirteen.” Talking about it felt wrong, the last time she had been outside was when she was young and still in school where another girl had bullied her so badly she went to the hospital since then her mother had her stay inside. How was she to know that these people were any different?
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“O-oh...I see...wow five years of not being outside..Iso i assume you are afraid of being outside...that's why you wear the blindfold so you don't have to see it.” He thought it was pretty sad to miss out on the outside world, all the potential friends she could have made, all the places she could have been but something had to have happened for her to be so traumatized by the outside world.

“Why is it you think outside is so dangerous? Like I mean have you ever thought, it can't be so dangerous if everyone else is outside? Sorry if it seems like I'm judging because I'm not, i just haven't met someone that hasn't been outside for so long.” They eventually made it inside the lodge where he took off her blindfold so she could take a look around. “Welcome to our base i guess you could say.” He gave her a sweet smile letting go of her hand.
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Milly shook a little as she nodded at his question. It was less scary with the blindfold on. It was frightening having no idea what was out here, anything could come from anywhere and hurt her. She did not want to get hurt, it was safe inside. As he then asked what made her scared of what was outside, she shook her head a little.

“M-Mum said it was.” she responded, stimming with her hands a little, “She said there was bad people and bad things, it was too dangerous. It’s scary.” she explained anxiously. She just wanted to be back home. As he took off her blindfold, she looked around the Lodge. Finally being back inside helped the girl relax a little. But she was still extremely unsettled by the drastic change. She looked at the man.

“Th-Thank you.” she said, giving him a nervous smile. But still, being around so many strangers, having had such a stressful day was too much for the youngster to cope with. She found a spot further away from everyone. Sitting in a chair, she continued to hold onto her teddy bear, staring into space. She was genuinely thankful to Marcus for being as kind as he was, but still.
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Marcus listened to her explanation, he knew she didn't really wanna be here but for now, this was the safest ace for her. “Oh, I understand. Well if you had someone protect you outside would you still be afraid?” After she answered she walked away from the male saying thank you as she decided to sit alone. “No problem, any time. If you ever need me my room is upstairs.” He told her just incase she cared to know.

The jealous man made his way up to his room after seeing she would be okay where she was and anyone could tell he was in deep thought. He walked by Colt glancing at her a moment giving a nervous wave with no expression before sighing and heading to his room. He sat on his bed for a moment just thinking, at least he had the room to himself for the time being so that was a plus.

Interaction: Maj (Andy)​

 

[King Vioogra]

Ivan and Colt

Ivan rested his forehead against the cold glass of the truck window, letting out a quiet sigh as it pressed against his warm temples. He hadn’t had much time to think with all the commotion that had happened during the run, so he guessed that now was as good a time as any to start. Amidst his thoughts, he drifted off into a heavy slumber, occasionally knocked awake by the searing pain in his knee when the truck would hit a sudden bump or it moved in general. When he was finally able to drift off completely, he started to dream of his life before now. Not just before the apocalypse, but before Aurora, before the military, before his father died. The memories trickled in slowly at first, but gradually started to grow in numbers as they invaded Ivan’s thoughts.

~~

‘You need to grow up, Yoseph! Soon you’ll be a grown-up like me, and we won’t be able to take care of you forever.’

It probably hadn’t been the first time he and his father had had this conversation, since he was around 13 at the time. They’d had it before his dad left for another tour, so Ivan decided he’d shape up while his dad was away so he could surprise him. He was excited when he heard the doorbell ring the day his dad was supposed to get home, except it wasn’t him. There stood two officers he’d seen only briefly before at his dads get together's with his war buddies while he was in the reserves. When they looked surprised and started taking off their berets, it was made clear exactly what they were there for. Ivan had taken it better than expected, but his mother was broken. He couldn’t remember is she’d gotten out of bed except to go to the bathroom for the remainder of the 3 years he’d lived there before running away to join the military. It was hard even to remember her features. She’s become so cold and distant after his father had died that she stopped working, even when her boss couldn’t give her any more time to mourn. Ivan had to start working under the table jobs since he was too young to work legally. Really shady things, but nothing outrageously illegal. It was when he’d turned 17 that he snapped. It was the first time he yelled at his mother in his life, and the first time he’d cried in at least a year.

‘Why are you doing this?! For years! All you’ve done is lay in that fucking bed!’

He didn’t remember his entire breakdown, but he did remember that she tried to apologize, and to even hug him. But in the emotional state he was in all he could do was push her away and run, as far and as fast as he could. He didn’t care where he ended up as long as it wasn’t there.

~~

As the truck came to a halt outside the lodge, Ivan jumped awake from his series of dreams. He had unconsciously started crying the at the sudden bombardment of repressed memories from his child and teenhood. He wiped them away quickly as he opened the door of the truck and was greeted by Leliana and her sweet and pure smile. His eyes were still red from the tears when he smile back gingerly.

“Hi Leliana, nice to see you guys didn’t burn down the house...”

He said with a chuckle as he saw Luca pulling a canister of gas from the shed,

“Though it does seem like that’s the plan.”

He said with a smile as he looked back at the girl in front of him, his dislocated knee swinging limply from his leg that was on its way out of the car.

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After getting Luca his gun, Colt moved everything she had gathered from the truck into the living room of the Lodge. As she came back out, she saw Ivan struggling to get out of the car as his knee swung uselessly as it was obviously dislocated. Colt growled under her breath and looked up at the sky before looking at the man and walking up to him.

“Need a hand?” she asked bluntly, her arms akimbo on her hips as she looked at the man. The sooner she got everyone and everything inside, the sooner she could attempt to “take it easy” as Luca put it.

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Ivan was a bit surprised at her request to help, not that she wasn’t a good person, but he was sure she hated him at this point.

“No, but thank you. I’ve caused enough trouble for you today. Go get some rest, you deserve it boss. We all do.”

He said with a light smile as he rested his hand against the side of the truck and stepped out with his functioning leg. His dislocated knee continued to swing as he prepared himself for the flurry of words that was likely to come from Leliana once she realized what was going on.

“Though I would like to share a drink with you later, you of all people need one, and I’ve been looking for an excuse since this started.”

He said with a light chuckle, something he used to hide the general pain that was shooting through him.

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Colt could not stop herself from frowning at his comment of her needing to rest. Why was everyone saying that? She did not need a rest. She didn’t care what Luca said. If Owen was not back when he said he would she was still going to look for him. She thought about telling Luca but then remembered she gave him those stupid cigarettes. She had seen his face and was feeling extremely awkward about it. Add that to her list of things she wanted to forget…

“I’m not the one with my damn leg hanging off, you need a rest more than I do.” she said, still watching him intently. He was clearly in pain but she could assume he was trying to hide it.

“We all fucked up today.” she then added now staring ahead blankly. She hadn't realized how that sounded with her coated in some stranger’s blood. She shook her head a little.

“It’s over. I really couldn’t care less.” she added.

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“How about this, I’ll rest, but only if you do. I know how draining one of those can be, so you shouldn’t push yourself too much.”

He said, exhaling shortly as he looked over at her. He was talking about the panic attack she’d had when they were in the hunting store.

“Speaking of which, I’m always here if you need help with that type of thing. A friend of mind used to have them all the time, so helping bring someone back from them is a skill I managed to pick up along the way.”

He said as he leaned against the truck and looked at her with a friendly smile on his face.

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“Draining? There was nothing draining. I’m fine.” was the only thing Colt could really respond with. She sighed and looked away for a second. She knew it was pointless denying it but she still did not want to show any kind of weakness. She had done enough today to fuck up. She looked at the man as he then said something about how he could help the next time she had a panic attack. The woman rubbed the back of her neck, a nervous tic. That attack was a particularly violent one, worse than anything she had had before. And she had gone through some pretty bad ones before today.

She looked back towards the man, who was giving her a smile. A genuine one. The war-vet was unsure as to how to respond to this so only let out a “hm” and a slight smirk as a response before looking away.

“Right well… I gotta get back to work. You get that leg looked at.” she said, before she started to walk away back into the lodge.

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“Sure thing boss!”

He called out to Colt as she walked away. He then looked over to Leliana, still prepared for the onslaught that was about to hit him.

“Before you say anything, let me explain.”

He said to her, taking a deep breath in as preparation as he waited for her to speak.​

 

[FireMaiden]

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Location: The Jordan Lodge
Interaction: BloodLightning27 (Shinoa/Brian) King Vioogra (Ivan)
In The Area/Mentioned: Rumble Fish (Colt/Milly) Soma Schicksal (Marcus) Mackenzie wise (Mackenzie) Liezarria (Rouge) The Mad Queen (Jenna) Maj (Andy) Brax (Luca) TheTreForce (The Bakeman)

A man dressed in a suit approached her, wanting to be looked over. Which Leliana did quickly as it looked like he was fine, before Luca called him over to help with the bodies. Next up, one of the new girls, who I formed Leliana she wasn't injured, which was a relief, but pregnant. "I uh....can see that." That was certainly a surprise, defeinatly not something Leliana was expecting during the end of the world. A pregnant woman, no, girl. She looked young, not much younger than Leliana herself, but young still. She also seemed very far along too, if not at full term already, which may cause problems. They had no prenatal vitamins or supplements, or anything to care for a baby. And, well, the sudden increase of mouths to feed was worrying in of itself, but an infant on top of that? Her brows furrowed slightly, but her expression quickly cleared. "Uh, first things first I guess. I'm Leliana." She said, stepping away from the opened door to the preganat woman. Leliana gave her a slight smile, motioning for her to walk with her. "Follow me inside. It'll be easier for you to sit down, yeah?" Leliana wasn't going to be a pediatrician, or an OB-GYN, but she had taken a few classes as a requirement and her grandmother was a midwife. She was around when two babies were delivered, so she had a rough idea of what to do, and you know, she could tell if something was wrong. Glancing back at the truck, anyone else who needs help would have to come inside to receive aid anyway, so for the moment, Leliana could focus on this woman. For the moment at least.

That was the plan, until she saw Ivan's leg from the corner of her eye. Her eyebrow twitched as her attention turned back to Shinoa. "You keep heading inside please, get some water if you need it, or take a seat in the living room. If anything happens, yell for me, but I have some yelling of my own to do. I'll get to you soon, I promise," she said with slight smile, ushering the preganat woman inside. Leliana then turned, breifly glancing to the blood soaked Colt, before her attention turned back to Ivan. Leliana's mouth worked faster that her mind.

"What the fuck did you do?"

Concerned and angry, by the looks of it, he messed up something pretty badly, and depending on what it was he messed up, would decide if she smacked him upside the head. If he was expecting a lecture, he was going to get ome, but not now. No, it was going to be while he was in an incredible amount of more pain because that was more fun. "Let's just...lets just get you inside, and you can tell me how why the hell I can almost see your damn kneecap." She said this, turning slightly to offer her shoulder. "I don't want you saying no, there's not fucking truck to lean on from here to the lodge, so you'll have to deal with me."

 

[The Mad Queen]

Doctor Ralph Fisher and Jenna: The Suburbs-The Lodge​

"Actually, no." Ralph said "Slept like a light." He gave her a tired smile
Seeing the other survivors, Ralph was cautious. A few acted like soldiers, perhaps the result of military training they weren't like the Hazmat troopers. After a few minutes he decided to go along with them. Shinoa seemed insistent on going with, and he wasn't about to let her out of his sight.

-TIME SKIP-

Following the others in the car he'd found, Ralph remained silent during the drive over. Instead, he was taking in the surroundings. If things went south, he knew the way back to the apartment.
Parking the gas-guzzler at the Lodge, the first thing Ralph did was stretch his legs, using it as an excuse to check out the lodge.
"My name is Doctor Ralph Fisher." He introduced himself "I think I know how to combat this outbreak."

He didn't want to get their hopes up.
"Not a cure, but ways of perversion. I'm not sure how aware you are of how this parasite works, but if you have any dead you must destroy the bodies. It brings back corpses in order to spread itself."

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Jenna hadn't climbed into the clown car, but instead followed along in her horrible rental. It had made her this far, after all. The still unnamed dog sat in the passenger seat, curled up with her head resting on her paws. The girl kept glancing back between the road and the dog as she drove along, parking behind the gas guzzler.

Rather than focus on the building itself, Jenna's gaze was on the other survivors. A few of them seemed to have it together, perhaps ex-military like the woman she'd run into twice since the outbreak but others seemed to be as lost as the likes of Milly. Jenna did not consider herself lost, but she knew she wasn't going to survive this hell alone.

She would be dead if it wasn't for Rogue and the others she'd run into at the motel.
"Hi." She introduced herself. She had to prove her worth if she was going to stay, that was the order of things when society collapsed. She wasn't a child, and she wasn't an elder so she had to pull her own weight. There was a pregnant woman among the survivors as well, catching Jenna's eye immediately. She'd delivered plenty of babies, just not human ones.
Calves, lambs, piglets, puppies, kittens, foals and on one occasion, even hoglets. Up until she helped a hedgehog mother deliver her hoglets she didn't understand why anyone would keep the animals as pets.

"Do you have medical facilities here?" She asked "I'm a trained medical professional."
She pointed at Rogue "I patched her up earlier. Gunshot wound by those hazmat Fascists when we tried to escape town."

She didn't want to disclose the fact she was a vet just yet. That could wait.
The dog stayed close, looking up at her before sitting next to Jenna. She gently patted her head.

"My name is Jenna and this here is..."
She paused. She still didn't have a name for the pooch
"This is Cammy. Cam for short. I found her own the road, and patched her up too. Glass in the paw. So I have experience in treating humans and animals."

She looked to the lodge
"So if you're looking at this place long term and you bring in cattle, I'm your girl." She smiled "Cows, sheep, pigs. Whole shabang." She chuckled
Behind her smile, Jenna was terrified. She wasn't introducing herself, she was pitching and advertising herself as useful to the other survivors. She could throw a punch, but not fire a gun. She could patch a gunshot wound but not clean a rifle and in terms of defences, the only walls she built were social walls, keeping other people out.

There had to be something else she could do. Pointing over at the pregnant girl, she gave her a half-smile.
"I can help with delivering the new arrival."

Once her mouth closed, she immediately regretted her words. Human babies frightened her, and if something went wrong with the delivery all three of them could be killed. The mother and the child could perish during surgery and Jenna would be cast out for her failure.
"Never delivered one by myself, but...Um...I'm sure we can work something out."

She pointed at Fisher next "You're a Doctor, right?"
"Not that kind of doctor, unfortunately."
"Then what kind of doctor?"
"Diseases. I was with the CDC."

He looked to the other survivors, realising how the letters CDC sounded them them. Given the hazmats, they probably regarded them in the same light as his people had once regarded the Germans.
"Now let me be clear. The CDC had nothing to do with the hazmats! They tried to kill me at the police station. We...We protect people from diseases, or at least we try to. We don't use an outbreak as an excuse to cleanse an entire town. That's barbaric. That's not what we stand for!"

"We were studying this thing at the hospital, me and my team. They were killed trying to stop it and then, within less than a few hours, a well-mobilised unit of soldiers who do not question orders, regardless of how monstrous rolled into town and started murdering people. Whatever government department sent them, knew a lot more than the CDC and as a result of them caring more about covering this up than saving lives, my team lost their lives."

"If they'd just..." He clenched his fists "Told us! My team would still be alive and perhaps we could have contained this thing and none of us would be standing here. We'd be going about our ordinary lives."

He took a breath to compose himself. Fisher had rarely raised his voice up until the outbreak. In fact, he had been a very quiet child and he had never once raised his voice to his own child. When it came to telling her off, he was quiet about it. Shouting at a child, let alone striking them for being bad he felt was bad parenting. Not as bad as exposing her to disease based upon quack doctors but still bad.

@AgWordSmith Liezarria Rumble Fish King Vioogra Soma Schicksal Mackenzie wise Maj BloodLightning27 FireMaiden

 

[Maj]

The way they talked about Owen being gone took her totally aback. This silver haired guy acted like it wasn’t any big deal, brushing her off before going to talk to other people. Even Ivan didn’t have the dignity to talk to her about it, even though he had promised her he would keep an eye on him. She brought them all into her home, gave them shelter and they didn’t even have the balls to give her a sympathetic look when telling her that her brother was out there on his own, in some sort of living horror movie.

How many sacrifices were the Jordan twins going to make with so little thanks? Andy growled and busied herself reaching into the back of the truck for the bags of supplies that lined it. Lowering the back door of the bed she caught the glimpse of a mess of brown hair. An unconscious girl was sprawled out in the back.

Her hair fell into a young looking and peacefully sleeping face. If Andy didn’t know better, she could have just thought that the thing was sleeping. The girl couldn’t have been more than fifteen maybe sixteen max.

Andy jumped up into the truck with some care to keep her weight off her ankle and slid over to examine the passed out form. It was clear that she was breathing, so the likelihood of her coming back to life with a taste of flesh was slim. Two fingers went to the side of the girls throat to check for a pulse. She found it easily, a strong and steady beat. The only thing amiss was the rather large knot on the side of the girl’s head. The red head gently shook her.

“Hey. You alright?” Andy asked, trying to get her to come to. “So,” Andy looked back to the rest of them. “Are you going to tell me why there is an unconscious girl back here? Or are you guys going to brush me off about that too?”

"Huh?" Colt blinked as she looked at the red-haired girl, "What gi- oh. Her. She tried to shoot Owen and I, kinda threw her down and accidentally knocked her out. It was that or he got a hole in his head." she said as she scratched the back of her neck and averted her gaze from Andy. Right now she just wanted the ground to swallow her.

“She tried to shoot..?” Andy shook her head and rolled her eyes before slowly standing up and grabbing a few bags. "Glad to know people who try to kill my brother are welcome at my house," she muttered under her breath. If it was bad enough out there that Owen almost got shot by a child, what in the world were they thinking leaving him to his own devices? At any rate, anyone who pointed a gun at Owen wasn’t worth any of Andy’s worry. Child or not.

With some aggression, she tossed the bags into the grass and slowly let herself off the bed of the truck to retrieve them, leaving the teen to come to on her own. Andrea grabbed as many duffel bags as she could comfortably carry and limped her way back into the lodge to drop them off. Much like a child, gathering groceries from the car for her mother, she put them all down in on the kitchen floor before slipping back into her bed room.

And she thought the lodge was crowded before.

Interactions: Rumble Fish (Colt) BunnyQueen (Alex)
Mentions: Brax (Luca) King Vioogra (Ivan) Soma Schicksal (Marcus)

 

[Hyped_Taco]

¨Shit¨ That´s the only word that came through Michael´s mind at the moment, complete and utter shit. He could still not believe that the world had ended just when he returned home from his work at GameStop two days ago. Now he was tired, he had run away from those creatures for what seemed like hours (it had just been 20 minutes), step by step they were approaching him, he needed to escape them before he became their next meal, ¿but how?... ¨The sewers!¨ *Said, Michael, when he saw an open Manhole* ¨Well, it can't be worse there than here right?¨ And without thinking it twice, he closed the hole as fast as he entered it.


...And now he was in literal shit. ¨Well, at least in safer here¨ He thought to comfort himself *He takes out his flashlight* ¨… I need to get out of here as fast as I can¨ Michael realized that he needed to find a way out, for if zombies were to enter here, it would be his end. Three full hours passed, yet he was unable to find his way out ¨Mhhh, Well, I guess I´ll rest for a while before I continue my search¨ The neckbeard sits on a clean spot and grabs Doritos from his backpack *Moans and grunts can be heard inside the sewer now* ¨For fucks sake, give me a break¨ *He put his Doritos back on his backpack and kept walking*. He made as little sound as possible, he was depleted from ammo due to his ¨fight¨ with his first two zombies.


¨¡Finally!¨ Said Michael excited, after what seemed like an eternity (and torture) he finally found his way out of that subterranean hell. But he was outside Aurora as well now, and inside the nearest forest (fucking hell, he had just learned how to ubicate himself in the city). He saw a lodge not very away from where he stood, and he could hear voices inside it ¨Maybe they are friendly¨ He said to himself, it was getting dark and he did not want to spend a night alone. He approached the lodge with his hands in the air while saying: "Don't Shoot im not infected".

 

[BloodLightning27]

Shinoa Bradford
Age: 17
Location: Lodge
Interactions: Lilianna FireMaiden

Pregnancy Progression: 39 Weeks, 1 Day

Countdown to Childbirth

A Place To RestAs the woman, Lilianna looked over, Shinoa couldn't help but notice the woman glancing at her very pregnant belly. To be fair, it was hard not to. Sadly, it was clear to the young mother that this group were probably not expecting to encounter a pregnant girl, and she noticed the lack of things required for prenatal care. There was also the matter of childbirth and postnatal care. Cradling her belly, Shinoa only gave Lilianna a sad look. "My name is Shinoa. Nice to meet you."

Shinoa's face only lit up slightly, as she knew that she was going to be in good hands. She was going to have plenty of help delivering the baby and enduring labor. Or at least hopefully anyway. The woman then proceeded to usher her into the house. Once inside, Shinoa proceeded to grab a cup of water and sat down on the couch in what she perceived as the living room. This was not how Shinoa expected to spend the last week of her pregnancy. The last few days have been unreasonably uneventful. Not to mention she now had to come up with a Plan B for childbirth since the hospital was out of commissions. The young woman began pondering on these thoughts while waiting for Lilianna to come back as the other woman had to tend to others, a few of them being injured. Setting the cup of water on the coffee table before her, Shinoa started holding and caressing her belly, glancing at it with a sad and worried look in her eyes.

Agent Brian Rousseau
Age: 36
Location: Lodge
Interactions: Luca Brax , Colt Rumble Fish

Bon Fire of the DeadAfter getting himself examined for any possible injuries, Brian was called upon by one of the other survivors to come help move bodies. While the idea of it made him sick, he went ahead to help them, grabbing a part of the tarp so that he wouldn't have to legitimately touch the body, therefore avoiding infection. Although it took a bit, they eventually piled up the bodies. A man then proceeded to hand him some matches. While he was against it, it was necessary. Having dealt with the situation, Brian handed the remaining matches back to the man, Luca. Brian didn't really like the tone in his voice. 'What a dickbag,' he thought.

He then proceeded to follow the woman, who then grabbed a gun and a pack of cigarettes. She didn't really need help with that. With the bodies done with, Brian adjusted his tie before walking towards the front porch, wanting some time to think. As he leaned against the wall, he stuck his hand in his pocket, wondering. As he did so, he flicked his wrist to reveal his wrist blade and gave it a nice, long look.

 

[Rumble Fish]

Colt had spent the last few minutes sitting on the hood of the truck, drinking like a fish from her flask, desperate to calm her nerves. At this point, she felt as though everything was actively working against her. They had a passed out girl in the truck, a pregnant teenager, Andy was rightfully upset and angry that Owen was gone, she had seen Marcus leave to go to his room looking upset, Ivan was badly injured and she couldn’t even get Luca’s cigarettes right! She had one task, and she had fucked even that up! If she couldn’t even do that, what hope did she have of doing anything?!

After her brief talk with Andy, the girl was clearly very unhappy about her answer, making Colt harshly facepalm herself. Idiot! Idiot! IDIOT! Stop being useless and fucking tell her about Owen because apparently nobody else had! Stumbling a little in an attempt to catch up, she managed to catch Andy before she got to her room.

“Owen’s fine!” she instantly calmed down her tone, realising she had shouted that, “He wouldn’t lemme go with ‘im, said it’dbe bett’r if ‘e went alone. If ‘e isn’t bacabou’ a hour I’ll look for ‘im.” She finally managed to get out, struggling to get the words out of her tangled mouth. She let the woman leave as she stood in the hall, downcast. Well… that did nothing. Why did she let that fire-head idiot go on his own? She should have made Marcus drive. So much for caring about her fellow soldiers, something Owen himself had said. She should have gone, not him! She should have made him go back. If he went missing, it was going to have more of an effect on people and it would be her fault! Idiot! With a grumble, she took out a bottle of beer that she had taken from her apartment, forced it open. She honestly could barely handle this.

Taking a long swig from it, she stepped back outside to tend to the truck, to see if there was anything else worth seeing too. But as she got to work, the sudden sound of approaching footsteps and a smell that could have only been from a fucking sewer, Colt (by reflex) spun around as she raised her Glock up in front of her, quickly cocking it to face the intruder.

“BAHWHATHEFUCKYEDOINEREWADDYAWANT!?” Colt blurted out before she could stop herself, words tangling themselves together from drink, only to realise that the person she was aiming at was… some overweight older teen. With a fucking sword! How the hell did he get here!? Did she miss a person?! Were there more? What was he doing here? Colt did not move and only blinked at the man. She knew that a screaming, gun-wielding and blood covered maniac was probably the least he expected. Maybe he would slice through her and get it over with.
Maj Hyped_Taco
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Milly did not react to anything happening within the house until she glanced at the door, seeing a light blonde girl speaking to the heavily pregnant teen that Milly had seen on the way. The youngster had deliberately kept silent around everyone. Being surrounded by strangers was upsetting enough. She did not want to speak out. Nobody had spoken to her since Marcus and even though she had looked around the place numerous times, she could not see the man anywhere. Holding onto her teddy, she sat on the sofa, curling up at the far corner of it. As she did, she felt something behind her which, after checking it out realised it was a blanket. Instinctively, she wrapped it around herself but rather than give her the comfort she had hoped for, it made her feel worse.

It simply did not feel… right. Milly was too used to her own blanket. It was weighted and she would have used it all the time, it just made her feel more secure to have it, especially at times when her mother would have left the house for hours. It was like a perpetual hug, something she really felt like she needed right now, but not from a stranger. She took the blanket off with a sigh. She glanced at the girl next to her as she appeared to be worried about something. What? She glanced at her bump for a quick moment before looking away. Don’t stare; its rude. Milly could not help but feel worried about the girl being worried. Unsure of what to do, she gently pushed the blanket towards her, hoping that could at least give her some kind of assurance. That’s what her mother would do if she was upset. The younger girl kept silent as she sat on the sofa, desperately trying to blink back tears. She glanced at the glass of water the girl was holding but still, opted to remain silent despite her raging thirst. She wanted to get water herself but... whos house was this? She couldn't just go and take some, right? That wasn't polite, right? Milly was so deep in thought that she jumped violently when she heard a commotion outside with the army-looking woman suddenly shouting something she could not understand. Milly could not help it as she released a distressed moan and covered her ears, desperate to blank out any louder noises. Maybe staying in the motel was better. At least it was quiet!
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[Brax]

The crackling sounds that came with the burning flesh of the dead accompanied the silent man as he studied the rifle that he had been gifted. While both Colt as well as one of the new residents had removed themselves from the backyard, Luca was not ready to accompany anyone back. He wanted to be sure nothing was left of the bodies but ash, otherwise he would not be satisfied simply walking away with a lack of closure. Hell, at this point anything were possible. If people were dying and coming back to life as flesh-eating monsters, it also wasn’t guaranteed that a bullet to the brain would finally take them out of their misery.

Robinson XCR’s were interesting weapons. Luca had experience working with business partners who dealt directly with the Robinson Armament Company. Initially, the rifle was meant to be pushed as a replacement to the M4 Rifles - so the company primarily sold to the military. Eventually, they began opening their sales to various police departments before finally moving to general public sales as well. Illegally obtaining Robinson XCR’s went from near impossible to relatively easy in the span of a few years but such a fact did not downplay the rifle’s effectiveness. In actuality, Luca was happy that he had been able to get his hands on one - he could go back to his broken rifle and reuse the strap. The size difference between the two guns was almost impossible to tell.

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As the evening grew near, the twilight provided by the sun meeting the horizon would fade as fast as it came. Whatever warmth that came with the daylight faded along with it, though it had not been cold enough to bother Luca. He was a bit layered up and had been sitting outside all day. Aside from that, the man was certainly used to the cold. The bonfire dwindled down and the flame extinguished within a pile of ash and dirt. It smelt absolutely abysmal, but it was nowhere near close to some of the worst smells that Luca had experienced throughout the past decade of his life.

Luca flicked the cigarette he had been smoking. It was nearly burned down to the filter. As the butt hit the pile of ash and rolled down the other side, he tossed the rifle he was holding over his shoulder before starting to walk around the side of the house. Normally, the outside lights were on a timer; they turned on at a specific time of day. Luca had turned these off hours prior in order to preserve the quiet, secluded nature of the lodge. Lights would attract wanderers, perhaps even reanimated people. If anything, it provided far more trouble than simply keeping them off. At least the lights that were being used on the inside of the house were dulled out with the use of curtains.

It was only a matter of time before those went.

There was no news. No television coverage to possibly watch. Radio coverage was nonexistent; a few odd characters out in anonymous locations that were still alive continued their broadcasts, but who knew what audience they were appeasing. As it currently seemed, society had no intention of rebuilding itself to operate in the same way it had did even a week ago. In Aurora alone, it was hard to imagine that too many people were even still alive to care. Even if it was possible to rebuild all of what was lost, the lives of people’s loved ones wouldn’t come back. Without a cure for the virus, those who were dead were cursed to reanimate until the end of time.

The man walked past the front of the house and further out onto the driveway. He took a knee beside his broken M4, picking it up off of the gravel and removing the strap from the back. Luca then clipped it onto the back of his XCR before tossing the broken rifle off of the driveway and out into the grass. Once he placed the strap around his upper torso, he walked back to his spot on the porch and took a seat on the wooden boards of the deck.

 

[The Mad Queen]

Doctor Ralph Fisher and Jenna: The Suburbs-The Lodge​

After taking a few deep breaths to regain his composure, Ralph followed Shinoa inside and got himself a glass of water. There had been some leftover food at the apartment but he hadn't had anything proper to eat since the hospital. He was suddenly aware of his rumbling stomach, but chose not to raise the matter. Shinoa was eating for two, and there was an actual child at the lodge.
Sitting between Shinoa and the child, Ralph stretched his legs.

She was older than Sarah, but her dark hair reminded her of his daughter.
"Hello." He said "Are you alright?"

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Seeing the others walking inside the lodge, Jenna followed along with Cammy at her side. Perhaps it was the tone of Jenna's voice, but the dog seemed to respond to the name the young woman gave her.
She found a place to sit down and the dog jumped on her lap. She groaned in pain under the dog's weight.
"Oh, you're a big girl. You're gonna have to..."

She stopped herself
"I guess you can stay for now." She smiled sleepily "Just one day, I think."
She looked briefly over at Milly and then sharply turned away, looking at the dog. She'd set that girl up to die back the motel, and the only reason she was still alive was due to pure luck.
Was the girl even aware of what Jenna had done? What about the others? She wasn't sure.

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